Xylaeth | Loner

Xylaeth
(Xy-lay-eth)

| ♂ | Loner | appeared at 4 years old, born October 31 |

Physique
Xylaeth roughly weighs a massive 3.5 pounds, and
measures 18 inches long. His generally cannibalistic diet
only aides in his size. He wears a dark golden brown pelt,
striped with darker brown and black markings on his back.
His cold eyes are also a deep brown, with a crimson hue to
them. Nasty gashes run from the top of his head, over his
left eye and down to his left lip. Nearly an inch of skin is
missing from there, giving him a permanent snarl. This only
makes him all the more frightening.

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Personality
A socially awkward meerkat, Xylaeth's limited interactions with
his own kind has impaired his speech skills. He talks with a deep,
raspy bark, using three or four words rather than a full sentence.
This really does prove to be a task for him, and so he frustrates
himself when he tries to talk- which is why he usually won't say a
word at all.

Xylaeth can simply be described as a pig. Indifferent to anyone and
anything but himself, he will only do something if it benefits him. He
views anything else that walks or breathes as scum, and believes he's
better than anyone else. A very apathetic individual, Xylaeth takes others
feelings in consideration only... Never. He finds it funny when others are in
pain or upset, and won't hesitate to belittle them for anything appearing as
a weakness. Ate up by intense hatred and a slight mental disorder, this
meerkat isn't the best company to have around... Especially because of his
diet.

This twisted male has a deep fascination with his own kind-
but in the worst way. Xylaeth will eat bugs, but on more than a few
occasions, he likes to spice things up.... He absolutely enjoys the
taste of tender meerkat meat, and even more so the chasimg and
catching of this delicacy. He has made a sort of game out of this fettish
over the years, each time trying something a little different. Choosing a
tasty looking victim, he makes himself visible to them for a few days prior
to his attack. These visits are accompanied with his trademark cold, blank
and hungry stares. He then proceeds to stalk his 'prey', singling them out
then carrying them off to be tortured before he decides to finally eat.

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History
   There had always been something rather... off about Xylaeth, first son of the neglective, somewhat abusive, and widely resented dominant female Surama. Even as a pup, his mob mates often went well out of their way to avoid him. Something just wasn't right with the kid... The creepy stares followed by drooling, randomly biting anyone who came near him, the preference for lizards and meaty snacks rather than the usual insect- Terrifying. As Xylaeth aged, he taught himself many of the things that were supposed to be passed on from the older meerkats- For his family certainly wasn't going to have a thing to do with it if it meant interacting with him. This, of course, only added to his 'problems'.
   The days went on, and so did Xylaeth's bad habits. The attacks were beginning to be the worst of all- He was now seriously wounding some of his mob mates. This didn't exclude his siblings, as they were the main ones he took out his anger of being shunned upon. A solid fear began to spread through the mob, yet no one dared to confront him- especially not Surama. She was beyond proud of anything that was hers, and refused to recognize her eldest's actions. And had any meerkat been lucky enough to come with proof, she would brush them off. Unfortunately, this would only cause her more trouble than he had ever before...
   On a warm night, the dominant female's second litter was safely delivered. Ray, the popular and beloved pupsitter of the mob was to be on duty the next day. A rough sniffing of her new litter was all Surama offered before leading her meerkats off to forage. No one was unthankful that Xylaeth was lagging behind that day, and no one even noticed when he stopped and turned around.
   Ray was underground, curled around the mob's future. As the minutes passed, she dozed off. The poor girl hadn't a clue that her fate was halfway down the tunnel that held her and the pups. Finally, he was upon the brats. Xylaeth stood tall above the pretty pupsitter, sleeping with his new siblings. He gave a toothy grin. She would be no match for him, and when she was dead he could finally go through with the thing he had been waiting to try since he could remember. His deep thoughts caused him to drool, and he felt it fall from his mouth onto Ray.
   She woke and gasped, whipping her head around to see the very thing of her nightmares- Him. The fear and dread ran from her throat to her paws, rooting her in place. Xylaeth smirked. "Hello, Ray. I'm so glad you could celebrate this moment with me- I can't tell you how long I've been waiting to try this..." She could only manage a tremble and a squeak of the words she couldn't utter. "No need to speak, I could care less about anything you have to say. But I do wonder what that pelt of yours is hiding from me..." His dark crimson orbs trailed to her shoulder, and his dripping lips withdrawaled from his teeth.
   Surama led her mob back home as the sun began to fall back to earth. She hadn't eaten well, and was being especially aggressive because of it. Finally, she felt the ground declining beneath her paws and she briskly made her way to her pups. Her stride was cut short as a horrible feeling passed over her. The female's fur stood on end and she began to growl, yet continued down the tunnel. The smell of blood saturated her nose, and made her crazy with panic. Surama now charged down the tunnel, nearly slamming into Xylaeth.
   Her son slowly turned his head, one of her pups dangling between his deadly teeth. Her gaze traveled to the ground, and she stared at Ray's dismembered body. And then at her three other pups, who were now undistinguishable. She looked back at Xylaeth, watching her last baby squirm before gazing into his eyes with a horrified expression plastered on her face. "Xy...you..." She couldn't find her words, and so he spoke instead. Xylaeth gazed at his mother, a deranged grin spreading across his bloody face. "You finally see, mom. They were right all along."
     Munch.

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Relatives:
Surama |  Mother | Unknown fate

Offspring:
He hasn't kept track(;