Post by Bloodclaw on Sept 10, 2009 17:44:59 GMT -5
Name: Sabre
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Breed: Grey wolf
Description:
Personality: To his enemies, he is seen as dark, cunning, and devious. To his family and friends, he is extremely loyal, kind-natured, and respectful, despite usually being the one who should be respected.
History:
“Sabre's history is one that dates back many years in the ancient Blood Lust pack's history, despite his only being three years of age.
“In fact, his history dates back to the very origins of the Blood Lust pack, all the way back to the struggle for power of the ancient Xandrian pack between brothers Cetrus and Mysticus. The two brothers had been rivals since birth, having been born of the same litter just seconds after each other. Since their mother gave birth alone while their father Van was leading a hunting party and died shortly after giving birth to her first, and only, litter of pups, nobody ever knew which was the elder of the two brothers. This, along with their opposing ideals for the future of the pack after their father's death and their equal strength, only fueled their hatred for each other.
“Over the course of their life, the two had fought each other many times, none of which ended with a clear winner, but rather both warriors fainting from exhaustion. There was no question that these two were the strongest pups the pack had ever seen, as was to be expected when one has a successful hunter as a father, but neither one was willing to admit that they were on equal terms with each other. If anyone so much as mentioned the possibility to one or both of them, they were mauled and rarely lived. Such ferocity and hatred between future leaders of Xandrian caused tensions to run high in the pack. To make matters worse, the alphen Van suddenly fell ill one morning, causing everyone to turn to Cetrus and Mysticus for guidance.
“Unfortunately, they couldn't set aside their hatred for each other long enough to guide their pack. The brothers were so focused on surpassing each other so that there would be no question who the strongest and most qualified to succeed their father was. As Van's illness worsened by the day, their battles became more and more intense, each one leading both of them closer to Death's door.
“One day, as Cetrus was down at the river looking for a hunt, Mysticus charged his brother from his hiding spot inside of a tree and caught Cetrus off guard, knocking him into the river. Due to its swift current, most living things, person and wolf alike, get swallowed by the water and never breathe the fresh scent of the mountain air again.
“Much to Mysticus' dismay, Cetrus survived. However, the swift current of the river had taken him far away to a grassy plain where many lone wolves fought each other without any sort of organization other than who the strongest was. These new wolves didn't have themselves organized into a real pack, nor did they seem to care about doing so. Cetrus noticed something odd, however. He could not only see their movements, but he could hear them. The sound of moving bones and padded footsteps yards away scared the would-be alphen at first, but once he realized that he was actually hearing them, he began wondering how it was possible and if such exceptional hearing that he seemed to have gained from a close encounter with Death himself from his unexpected journey down the river Styx would help him in his rivalry against Mysticus. As he began to shake himself off and approach the rag-tag assembly of fellow lone wolves, he was spotted by the group and they prepared to organize themselves for combat.
“Out of a total of ten wolves that battled Cetrus, only three survived. During the battle, he tried to use his newfound hearing to predict each combatant's next strike. While he was successful most of the time, the slightest movement of a small creature like a bird or rabbit caused enough noise to temporarily distract the newcomer just long enough for an attack to land.
“After the scuffle, the survivors bowed down to the Xandrian heir and vowed to follow him to the ends of the Earth. It was then that he declared that the group was now the Blood Lust pack. His hatred for his brother would never leave him until one or the other was dead, which played a major role in the name of the pack.”
“Did Cetrus ever settle the score with his brother?” a young pup interrupted the storyteller.
“Yeah, what does this have to do with Sabre anyway?” another pup asked.
“I'm hungwy!” a young female piped in.
“Patience, young ones. All will be told in due time,” said the storyteller. “In order to comprehend our alpha's current self, we must first explore his past. Only then will a higher level of understanding be reached.”
Clearing his throat, the older wolf continued:
“Now, the Blood Lust pack moved closer and closer to where Xandrian's territory was to settle the score between the alphens, recruiting more wolves along the way. One day, an exceptionally charming wolfess by the name of Amala joined the pack, and young Cetrus was absolutely smitten by her. In fact, he was so in love that he had actually forgotten all about his brother when he was with her that the pack stopped migrating. The two wolves became mates, and a few months later, Amala had her first litter of pups. There were four girls and one boy in the litter.
“As they grew up, the female pups went on to live normal lives without knowing anything about their father's talent, but then one day...” the storyteller stopped hesitantly and looked up as if he was pondering something.
“One day what?” an impatient pup asked.
“Yeah, why do you keep stopping?” another chimed in.
Coughing after having lapped up more water, the storyteller apologized. “Sorry young ones, but when you've seen as many moons as I have, you tend to get lost in thought more often. Anyway, as I was saying:
“One day, Cetrus' son was out on his first hunt alone, and he was suddenly frightened by what sounded like a foot stepping on a twig and snapping it in two. At first, he thought it was someone watching him to see how his hunt went, but then he heard it again. And again. Yet again he heard it. He began to be frightened, but still managed to kill a rabbit. As soon as he did, the cracking stopped. Confused, he took his kill home and asked his father about what he had heard.
“He had begun to learn how to control his hearing in a sense, but Cetrus never imagined that his talent would be passed on to his son. Ever since, that day, every male descendant of Cetrus has had the 'power' of Katanai, as everyone thought it was some sort of mystical power that allowed Cetrus and his son to predict movement based on the patterns of sound and strike back at the opportune moment.
“Skipping ahead ten generations, we arrive at our clan in the present day. Ra, the alphen, had passed his Katanai on to his sons Chaos, Sabre, and Shadow, The whereabouts of all three are currently unknown, even to our scouts, but as our focus here is on Sabre, we'll continue with the rebuilding of the Blood Lust pack, as I'm sure you all know about the invasion of Man into our old home and the merciless slaughter of our brethren. What you may not know, however, is that Sabre was barely beyond the point where a pup can stop nursing from his mother, and his elder brother Chaos had taken him far away to keep him safe.
“Anyway, his brother left him after a year of keeping watch when he felt that Sabre could survive on his own. However, he was never very far from his brother's site as he continued to watch over him in the shadows of the night.
“When he came upon a deserted territory with a river with an extremely swift current nearby, Sabre let out a howl so fierce that even the mightiest wolves in the area quivered with fear and bowed down to his superiority without question. This, he felt, was to be the new home of the mighty Blood Lust pack. Once a name to be feared among wolves in the area, the invasion of Man had all but wiped any form of record of our existence from history.
“It is said that nobody had ever dared to cross Sabre outside of family for fear of the old ways of Cetrus and Mysticus. However, many of us have come to realize that he views everyone in whatever pack he's in as family. Even the omegas, the weakest of the pack, are treated equally by him Once any outsiders dare interfere, Sabre is known as the Demon of the Full Moon. His Katanai supposedly far surpasses even Cetrus', and he has never been harmed in battle since the pack was reformed.”
-A Blood Lust storyteller to the pups of the pack
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Breed: Grey wolf
Description:
Personality: To his enemies, he is seen as dark, cunning, and devious. To his family and friends, he is extremely loyal, kind-natured, and respectful, despite usually being the one who should be respected.
History:
“Sabre's history is one that dates back many years in the ancient Blood Lust pack's history, despite his only being three years of age.
“In fact, his history dates back to the very origins of the Blood Lust pack, all the way back to the struggle for power of the ancient Xandrian pack between brothers Cetrus and Mysticus. The two brothers had been rivals since birth, having been born of the same litter just seconds after each other. Since their mother gave birth alone while their father Van was leading a hunting party and died shortly after giving birth to her first, and only, litter of pups, nobody ever knew which was the elder of the two brothers. This, along with their opposing ideals for the future of the pack after their father's death and their equal strength, only fueled their hatred for each other.
“Over the course of their life, the two had fought each other many times, none of which ended with a clear winner, but rather both warriors fainting from exhaustion. There was no question that these two were the strongest pups the pack had ever seen, as was to be expected when one has a successful hunter as a father, but neither one was willing to admit that they were on equal terms with each other. If anyone so much as mentioned the possibility to one or both of them, they were mauled and rarely lived. Such ferocity and hatred between future leaders of Xandrian caused tensions to run high in the pack. To make matters worse, the alphen Van suddenly fell ill one morning, causing everyone to turn to Cetrus and Mysticus for guidance.
“Unfortunately, they couldn't set aside their hatred for each other long enough to guide their pack. The brothers were so focused on surpassing each other so that there would be no question who the strongest and most qualified to succeed their father was. As Van's illness worsened by the day, their battles became more and more intense, each one leading both of them closer to Death's door.
“One day, as Cetrus was down at the river looking for a hunt, Mysticus charged his brother from his hiding spot inside of a tree and caught Cetrus off guard, knocking him into the river. Due to its swift current, most living things, person and wolf alike, get swallowed by the water and never breathe the fresh scent of the mountain air again.
“Much to Mysticus' dismay, Cetrus survived. However, the swift current of the river had taken him far away to a grassy plain where many lone wolves fought each other without any sort of organization other than who the strongest was. These new wolves didn't have themselves organized into a real pack, nor did they seem to care about doing so. Cetrus noticed something odd, however. He could not only see their movements, but he could hear them. The sound of moving bones and padded footsteps yards away scared the would-be alphen at first, but once he realized that he was actually hearing them, he began wondering how it was possible and if such exceptional hearing that he seemed to have gained from a close encounter with Death himself from his unexpected journey down the river Styx would help him in his rivalry against Mysticus. As he began to shake himself off and approach the rag-tag assembly of fellow lone wolves, he was spotted by the group and they prepared to organize themselves for combat.
“Out of a total of ten wolves that battled Cetrus, only three survived. During the battle, he tried to use his newfound hearing to predict each combatant's next strike. While he was successful most of the time, the slightest movement of a small creature like a bird or rabbit caused enough noise to temporarily distract the newcomer just long enough for an attack to land.
“After the scuffle, the survivors bowed down to the Xandrian heir and vowed to follow him to the ends of the Earth. It was then that he declared that the group was now the Blood Lust pack. His hatred for his brother would never leave him until one or the other was dead, which played a major role in the name of the pack.”
“Did Cetrus ever settle the score with his brother?” a young pup interrupted the storyteller.
“Yeah, what does this have to do with Sabre anyway?” another pup asked.
“I'm hungwy!” a young female piped in.
“Patience, young ones. All will be told in due time,” said the storyteller. “In order to comprehend our alpha's current self, we must first explore his past. Only then will a higher level of understanding be reached.”
Clearing his throat, the older wolf continued:
“Now, the Blood Lust pack moved closer and closer to where Xandrian's territory was to settle the score between the alphens, recruiting more wolves along the way. One day, an exceptionally charming wolfess by the name of Amala joined the pack, and young Cetrus was absolutely smitten by her. In fact, he was so in love that he had actually forgotten all about his brother when he was with her that the pack stopped migrating. The two wolves became mates, and a few months later, Amala had her first litter of pups. There were four girls and one boy in the litter.
“As they grew up, the female pups went on to live normal lives without knowing anything about their father's talent, but then one day...” the storyteller stopped hesitantly and looked up as if he was pondering something.
“One day what?” an impatient pup asked.
“Yeah, why do you keep stopping?” another chimed in.
Coughing after having lapped up more water, the storyteller apologized. “Sorry young ones, but when you've seen as many moons as I have, you tend to get lost in thought more often. Anyway, as I was saying:
“One day, Cetrus' son was out on his first hunt alone, and he was suddenly frightened by what sounded like a foot stepping on a twig and snapping it in two. At first, he thought it was someone watching him to see how his hunt went, but then he heard it again. And again. Yet again he heard it. He began to be frightened, but still managed to kill a rabbit. As soon as he did, the cracking stopped. Confused, he took his kill home and asked his father about what he had heard.
“He had begun to learn how to control his hearing in a sense, but Cetrus never imagined that his talent would be passed on to his son. Ever since, that day, every male descendant of Cetrus has had the 'power' of Katanai, as everyone thought it was some sort of mystical power that allowed Cetrus and his son to predict movement based on the patterns of sound and strike back at the opportune moment.
“Skipping ahead ten generations, we arrive at our clan in the present day. Ra, the alphen, had passed his Katanai on to his sons Chaos, Sabre, and Shadow, The whereabouts of all three are currently unknown, even to our scouts, but as our focus here is on Sabre, we'll continue with the rebuilding of the Blood Lust pack, as I'm sure you all know about the invasion of Man into our old home and the merciless slaughter of our brethren. What you may not know, however, is that Sabre was barely beyond the point where a pup can stop nursing from his mother, and his elder brother Chaos had taken him far away to keep him safe.
“Anyway, his brother left him after a year of keeping watch when he felt that Sabre could survive on his own. However, he was never very far from his brother's site as he continued to watch over him in the shadows of the night.
“When he came upon a deserted territory with a river with an extremely swift current nearby, Sabre let out a howl so fierce that even the mightiest wolves in the area quivered with fear and bowed down to his superiority without question. This, he felt, was to be the new home of the mighty Blood Lust pack. Once a name to be feared among wolves in the area, the invasion of Man had all but wiped any form of record of our existence from history.
“It is said that nobody had ever dared to cross Sabre outside of family for fear of the old ways of Cetrus and Mysticus. However, many of us have come to realize that he views everyone in whatever pack he's in as family. Even the omegas, the weakest of the pack, are treated equally by him Once any outsiders dare interfere, Sabre is known as the Demon of the Full Moon. His Katanai supposedly far surpasses even Cetrus', and he has never been harmed in battle since the pack was reformed.”
-A Blood Lust storyteller to the pups of the pack
