Ginga contest - Chernobog!

This is for *bluejay62 contest of making your own character so this is what I got

NAME CHANGED!!!
(Old name - Blackheart) NAME CHERNOBOG!!

Name: CHERNOBOG (Чернобог): Russian form of Slavic Crnobog, composed of the elements cherno "black" and bog "god," hence "black god." In Slavic mythology, this is the name of a god of evil and darkness.


And now for the better described background. (good read to you)

Chernobog is from a litter of 5 puppies, where he was the only male. He was born eight years ago in a breeders home, his father was a proud dog, but loving and caring like Chernobogs mother. When the puppies got older, they were sold with exception of Chernobog who the breeder kept as a potential breeding subject, just like he'd with Chernobogs two year older brother Belobog ("white god"). After about a year of happiness, their father was sold, being too old to breed any more this made the two brothers feel irreplaceable. Their mother tried explaining to them, that it was just the way things had to be being a rare breed, but the brothers wanted more from this life, and they certainly didn’t wanted to be split up just because the breeder someday couldn’t use them anymore, so they ran off into the wild. They were both shy and careful at first, killed small animals and stayed out of other dog’s territory, not wanting to cause any trouble. Belobog always had to tease Chernobog about his name of darkness which didn’t match his personality at all back then. The older the brothers got the better they got at hunting, they were fast on their paws and silent as cats when they were hunting, because of these skills they became more and more daring. They started to sneak in on other dogs’ territory to hunt, but never got caught. They learned how to read the weather, what it smelled like if it was going to snow or rain, how the wind would feel if a storm was coming, how the forest would sound if something was wrong.
One day there was a big fight between two alpha dogs, and their pack, the two brothers curiosity drew them to the battlefield where they watched the pack members killing each other. Running away they decided that they had to learn how to fight and defend them self so they practiced on each other every single day, somehow it was all just a big game to them, and they started to enjoying the fights, because they could feel how they kept getting better at it. No matter what they never forgot the kindness they were raised with and they started to help other dogs who would need some help, sometimes it was by giving a stranger food or shelter in their cave, or just if a stray dog was attacked by a smaller pack, they would help the dog in need, because that was what their instinct told them to do, never asking anything in return.
However, everything has its backsides. A winter the two brothers had gathered a huge pile of food so they didn’t have to hunt doing a huge storm that was coming in. As the storm slowly started, they heard a cry for help, it sounded like another dog fight, so the brothers sneaked out and found the place. A Rottweiler was hurt badly by a pack of other dogs. The brother placed themselves in between, the leader of the pack, (a golden retriever) told them to get out of the way, that they was not part of the problem and he held nothing against the two. However the brothers refused to run, even though their instincts told them to. They were no longer afraid, they didn’t have to be, and they were both great fighters. For some reason unknown for the two brothers the Retriever didn’t try to attack them, he just told them that they were making a huge mistake. The brothers however wouldn’t listen. With no fight, the pack took off and the brothers helped the Rottweiler to their cave. The stranger was amassed by all the food, but the brothers didn’t put much thought into it. When they woke up the next morning the Rottweiler was gone. Later that afternoon as the storm was raising a huge dogpack sought them. They were lead by a huge Irish Wolfhound, the Rottweiler had lead the pact strait to the brothers cave. Belobog backed away wanting Chernobog to do the same, but he refused. He knew that it would almost be the certain death to walk out in the storm, and he didn’t want to give up everything the two of them had been working for. Then the fight began, Chernobog fought the Wolfhound fearless, however the other one was stronger than him, but just when he was about to kill Chernobog, Belobog attacked the Wolfhound, shouting Chernobog that he should run and don’t look back, that Belobog would be right behind him. Chernobog ran and didn’t think about looking back until he realized his brother wasn’t following. He didn’t dare to go back, he was too frightened and wounded so he found a small shelter where he stayed a few days until the storm had passed, then the returned to the cave. The pack was gone and so was all the food. The only thing left in the darkness was his beloved brother, bitten and bleed to death. Chernobog felt a hate and sorrow he’d never experienced before, he knew that because of him and his fear, his brother was now dead. If he’d just turned around and gone back he would maybe had a chance to save him. But instead he felt like a coward. He knew deep inside that this was never going to happen again, all these feelings he had inside of him, it was time to gain in control. Never would he be afraid again and never would he come close to anyone who he would possibly lose. He was done helping others than himself! It was about time that he lived up to his name.
The older he got, the more numb and dangerous he became, he no longer accepted living a life in fear, he knew helping others didn’t mean that they would help him, so he didn’t care which side he was on. His started to love the fights because they made him better, faster and stronger, so that the one day he would meet his brother’s murder, he would be able to kill him!

Dun dun dun duuuuuun!!!

Another small note about the personality:
I think maybe if someone somehow got close to him, he would be able to remember how it felt like when he was fighting for a good cause and just maybe be more loyal to a person(dog) he finds worthy.


Hope you liked it! And hope that I can keep both the breed and the personality, I mean I think it's a pretty good reason why he is what he is right?