[Apennine Wolf] Erastor Dec 2, 2015 15:54:47 GMT -5
Post by Erastor on Dec 2, 2015 15:54:47 GMT -5
Years RPing: Let's see here, I think I officially started at 15, so...19-20 years?
Other: Many are the names held by Mass! (I've been around.)
How You Found Us: Through a board owned by a friend of mine that was sadly closing.
Species: Apennine Wolf
Height: 32 in.
Length: 50 in.
Weight: 77 lbs.
Coat Color: Mostly brown, with black intermixed, and gray-white in certain areas (like the underside).
Eye Color: Orange
Health Issues: Not commonly, and not currently.
Other Information: Not that this would be too uncommon, but there is some evidence of some scarring on the sides under his pelt. The odd thing is that it's not from a 'normal' animal (Hunter).
Mental Stability: Sane, but mildly traumatized.
In the normal way of things, Erastor would never find his way to such a remote location as Anikira. True, wolves are known to roam, and indeed far if given inclination, but even by the standards of a roaming pack along the Eruasian continent, that place would be considered out of their way. There were rumors, of course. Over the years, one could not help but spread the information of this curious southern island. Roamers would claim it to be an unspoiled paradise, but then if that was the case...why weren't they there? Nevertheless, it was inevitable that through the howls of many wanderers, some claiming to have been there before, Anikira was known.
It had been spoken of early in Erastor's life, but it was of no consequence at the time. It was a place and a thing, and more importantly it was separated from here to there by this continent, that continent, civilization, water, and heat. It was something that would take time, and even then he and his family did not know the exact location. It was just an idea, in case of trouble. A good one, really, though for the first years of Erastor's life, he need not have worried. In areas made to preserve the wolfen population, virtually no human - those tall creatures from the civilized areas - was to be seen. A moderately-sized wolf pack lived in nature with only minor/normal territory and hunting problems, and Erastor himself soon grew to a robust male. And that was the beginning of the trouble.
He wasn't the alpha yet, but in the pack he asserted himself well, backing down from nothing and standing at ready to trounce anyone trying to dominate him. It didn't always work, as his father Mesocor still ruled over all. Even still, he wanted the position at this time in his life, to be able to supplant his father because of another. As was said, the Mesocor pack came upon roamers, here and there. Some were whole packs or partial packs, some were loners. Mesocor didn't like the loners. They didn't know their place like other packs did, wolves who knew either to challenge or leave. No ambiguity was possible there. But with a lone wolf, they belonged to no one and answered to no structure. If charged, they may leave, but they may also return. The problem, in this case, was with Erastor, on the subject of Rain.
A single black wolf with incredible blue eyes, strong yet sleek, was Rain. She had been named by a mother with a certain love of nature and the coolness of rain. Just the sight of her drove Erastor to try harder to become the Alpha. He didn't resent his father, but he wanted to welcome her in and he wouldn't have it. They had come across each other many times, hunted with one another. However, Rain was a decidated loner, and her heart wasn't set on becoming another's pack member, just like that. He asked her to stay nearby a little while longer, and if he couldn't dominate the pack, he'd go with her. Rain did not find Erastor's presence unwelcome, even warmed up to him a little, but uncertainty clashed with his earnest nature. She agreed to stay so long as Mesocor did not press the issue too far.
Time passed, and Erastor had almost mastered a pin over the aging alpha wolf, but during a family hunt...a sharp crack and a loud whiz past the ears. There were human things in the brush, up the hill! No, they were in several locations, moving to encircle! While it is not common, especially in preserved areas, there will still be hunters looking for a little sport in the wild. Because it is illegal in such areas, they tend to be more coordinated and careful, becauce on top of hunting dangerous animals, they do not wish to be caught. Erastor and company had to break the line of opposition to get to the den, at least one dying and himself getting winged in the side. They had to scatter to confuse the hunters, but they all knew where to go. The trouble was that there were hunters all over the place...
Erastor reached the den and searched around. Mother's pups were gone, some time ago. The smell said she was with them. Good. This place was dangerous. They had to go. The pack would have to find itself again, but unfortunately several might be dead by this time and...oh no... Rain! He had to look for her, at least make certain she was away! Erastor turned and felt a sharp sting, like a swift claw, graze his flesh. He heard a noise, like the humans make when they're irritated, nearby. One stood by a tree, working with the things humans carried that made noise and pain. He didn't know what they were, but it was easy to understand it was their way of inflicting harm. He was busy reloading the gun when Erastor attacked, snarling and growling his rage as he tore at the human's skin-covering and body.
He heard a different kind of a roar nearby as he and the human struggled, more human noises following. The human was screaming for aid and the wolf looked. Three men looking mostly alike, all holding more of the gun things. In a manner that could be described as 'Oh shit', Erastor leapt from the man as somehwat-different gun-noises were heard and he felt a sting of sorts at his butt and his read right leg. It wasn't pain , per se, and it wasn't hurt, so he kept on running for a bit. After a moment, though, his leg felt wobbly and he himself was getting tired. Something glinted in the sunlight back there. What was that? He pulled them out with his teeth. They were like stingers or thorns... The feeling or sleepiness wrestled with his adrenaline surge. He decided to move on, find Rain. He headed for her temporary burrow- Erastor's legs fell out from under him and was soon dozing off from the tranquilizer in his system.
He didn't dream. It was all just black, and then he was delirious, and then he wasn't anymore. He woke up and his sides hurt, but the bleeding had stopped a long time ago. He roamed the area and found no wolf of any kind. The family had scattered, to meet some place else on their usual pattern. He did eventually find Rain's trail. He did not know who or how many still lived, and knew that they must all be far from here. The worst of it was...the family had probably gone east. Rain had gone south. For several minutes, Erastor agonized with indecision, unable to determine which he wanted more: To find out if Rain was alright or to seek out his family and learn how much of it remained? We there even a hope of either? The human things could be cruel, sometimes. He eventually decided to follow Rain. His pack had continued for years, despite hardship. And while this was a terrible thing, he worried more for the one wolf he would have supplanted them all for.
Erastor moved south, carefully and quietly...for the most part. He tried some nights to howl for her, but he received no reply. He knew how Rain must have handled this. When things were unsafe, she said she left without a second glance. She had no attachments, not even formally to him. He had hoped that they could rule the pack together, his word allowing her to be at his side, but after that event...it may not be possible. She vacated in a hurry, moving south. Perhaps she was trying to reach that place that wolves had mentioned before, the island of another continent, the place they called Anikira. He did not know, for Rain's trail had been all but lost as she cut through civilization, courting danger to gain speed and distance from their lands. But she was a roamer, a loner. If she knew such a place and he went there, perhaps they would meet again.
It took him six months, and the advent of his fourth year alive came to pass before finally finding it. He had come far down south, taking to the water as the stories told to the Great Rock, and then further south still to the next continent. He had only a hope and a prayer that he was doing right. Even then, he had committed to this. Anikira would be his new home, away from the thundercracks and the hunters, from the event that tested him so. He had wandered the hot lands, trying not to over-exert himself, almost begging the world to find what he was looking for. And then...there it was! It had to be! That island across the water. Stealing a night's rest and whatever he could scavenge, Erastor soon swam to Anikira, his new home.
Personality: What Erastor is...is earnest and dedicated. You would call him a pillar of strength, because he does not yield to others if he can help it. You would have to hurt him fo that, best him...because he believes these things to be earned, no doubt. You have to deserve it through your own actions. since domination plays such a strong role in wolf society, he has a natural drive to stay as much on top as possible. It doesn't take much to get him going once he's gotten, but he doesn't carry himself as a hothead, and indeed is not. No, he's just very into What Should Be. He can give others a chance, but he won't back down from a fight once started. In a way, he has a certain 'wise beyond his time' kind of feel to him when he gets into that mindset, as it's something greater and more moral than base desires that motivates it. One thing that The Event has instilled in him is a cetain wariness in his surroundings, sometimes making him fear the return of hunters. Mentioning them will agitate him and instill him to anger if someone were cruel enough to torment him about it. Oh, and mentioning Rain or his family in a negative light is a huge insult to him.