Post by LittleDeadGrrl on Oct 12, 2011 18:12:52 GMT -5
Name: Enver Firesong
Auspice: Galliard
Breed: Homid
Tribe: Black Spiral Dancer (Former Fianna)
History:
"I'll see you when I get back ... "
Enver stared at the pale metis lounging on the couch near him like a cat. He smirked up at him. They made strange friends, the galliard was stunningly beautiful, bright, charismatic, with a wicked temper. His mother was a Fianna ahroun of some renoun who expected grea things of her cub but Enver seemed more focused on enjoying his time with his friends. One of his closest was the metis who he looked up and even nursed a little crush on. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it. He stretched out a bit placing his legs up on his lap knowing he'd get pushed off before he laughed as he stood and grabbed his back pack. The rite of passage left him a bit nervous but he knew he'd get throught it.
"Don't cry yourself to sleep without me ... "
He teased a bit before he joined the other cubs. It all seemed to be going so well, for a while, and than suddenly ... suddenly it all went to hell. There was violence and screaming, he tried to shift up to the warform but it was still new to him, new to all of them, and the black spiral dancers were trained killers. Of the five cubs two died instantly. One escaped. Two were taken down into the depths of the earth and tossed to walk the spiral. Only Enver came out alive. Came out sane. Somewhat sane. The first night was alright. Demos let him rest but he was woken sometime in the middle of the night and tugged away by Twist. The theurge wanted his prize and intended to claim it.
"You're home ... you're with your family ... that's me ... "
The smaller galliard fought the Theurge until he finally tested the older wolf's patient who beat him till the rage subsided and he was left on the bed bruised and used. He shivered curling up on himself knowing he'd have to be strong. He'd not give up. Back at the pack his mother cried out in anger when the cub was retrieved, broken, but alive. She screamed in anger, an ahrous rage terrible to behold but as much as they searched no trail remained of the missing cubs. The two not left dead for the others to find. That was how the metis would find out but Enver's dissapearance and all but certain death. So the others spoke about it anyway, he was either dead or a black spiral dancer and that was worst than dead in their eyes.