To improve my writings and character development, I wanted to ask if you could answer some questions for me. And you won't hurt my feelings with whatever you say, I really need the critique so please be honest Any responses are appreciated!

For more info on my characters:
Quad's Updates and Stuff has links to their bios
The Deadly Trio Database
Introducing Rock Hounds

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Question 1 - Of my 'good' characters (Quad, Blixt, Trunks, Caw, Pent, Hex, Zephyr), who is your favorite and why?

Question 2 - Of my 'evil' characters (Iugulare, Anirapio, Nekumbra, the Rock Hounds), who is your favorite and why?

Question 3 - Of all of my characters, good and evil, who is your least favorite and why?

Question 4 - What do you think about Iugulare's infection? Is it inappropriate for this community? Why or why not?

Question 5 - I sometimes have characters hurt, suffering, or eaten alive in my stories. Is this inappropriate for this community? Why or why not?

Question 6 - What do you think about the Rock Hound event?

Question 7 - Is there anything I can improve on my characters? Do I need to fix anything about any particular character?

Question 8 - Is there anything I can improve on my writing? Is there anything you'd like to see in my writing?

Question 9 - Is Quad in any way considered to be a 'mary sue' character?

Fly fly fly! Don't look back! Just fly!, she thought nonstop. Her legs carried her as swiftly as they would allow. The doe was not afraid. She had dealt with them before. But this time, they were much more persistent, and so many more than before. It would have been suicide to try to fight them here.

If only I had Dad's powers, I could stand up to them rather than run..., Zephyr thought. Making a turn, she bounded over the rock hounds, barely avoiding their fangs and infection. It was a bold move, and some have attempted only to fall short and into their predator's salivating jaws. Zephyr had learned from the best.

The skeletons skidded, changing course. A few slid into each other, crashing and becoming a mass of infection and bones. Those who kept their footing continued the pursuit. They wanted this doe badly, not only for the satisfaction of the kill...no, her scent was similar to Quad's. They knew she was of importance.

Zephyr ran toward the birch forest. Zigzagging, she managed to lose a few more who were too busy paying attention to her and not the trees they slammed into. Dumb wolves!, Zephyr thought, and nearing Red Hill, she climbed up the side of the highest point in the Forest. Running on instinct, the doe bounded into the air, expecting to make a perfect escape.

It was here that she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Letting out a cry, she lost her concentration, and landed hard onto the solid ground. The doe tumbled, the bones in her dainty legs snapping. She rolled to a stop, and motionless, she wailed in pain.

The moment she jumped, one of the rock hounds chasing her, an orange variety, shot at her from the distance. It's infection connected with her belly, a perfect, accurate hit.

Ok, so I'm working on a series. It's a bit like Guardians of Ga'hoole (the books inspired me to write the book), but also extremely different. It's about wolves. There is one wolf, Carcal Dechingal, who decided to create an army to take over the world, with literally millions of wolves. They wanted to take over the wolves first, as that would be step to controlling the world. They called themselves the Farchel. Another army was created, the Gympotok warriors, who would protect the wolves. This started a war that lasted for years, decades, centuries. When Carcal Dechingal died, they decided that they would have a new leader, and call it the Carcal Dechingal. And each Carcal Dechingal would get replaced when they die.
The Gymptok didn't really have a leader, but they did have a wolf who would guide them to the right path. Though they didn't really call them "leaders". One day the Farchel and the Gympotok had a really big battle, and they both suffered great losses. Any wolf that survived died from his or her wounds later.

It was sad that the Gympotok has died, but the Farchel where wiped out too. The wolves would not have to worry about the Farchel anymore.

Now it's the present. A pack thrives, and in it's newest litter, there is indeed a runt. He name is Bramble. He has very dark brown fur. Everyone pup except Silver taunts and mocks him. Bramble feels bad everyday. Silver feels sorry for Bramble, but he ignores her and goes on with his miserable life. The pups' mother tells them stories about the Gympotok and the Farchel.

One day the pack is attacked by another pack. Everyone in the pack dies- except Silver and a few of her other siblings. They go on a journey and discover something- the Gympotok were alive!

A continuation of New World.