Post by Synistergrrl on Oct 13, 2011 12:41:47 GMT -5
Name: Hayden Fierce~Soul WarTooth
Breed: Metis
Auspice: Ahroun
Tribe: Get Of Fenris/Shadow Lord
The night that Gisela WarTooth let herself go and fell into the arms of Angelo Del Ombre, she knew deep down that it was a mistake, but the Shadow Lord had been after her for months, all the time they’d been working together. Gisela was in Italy, helping with a Wyrm infestation. Angelo was a stunning wolf, all talk, all bravado, a true Galliard in every form. The chemistry between the two was tangible, like electricity. Gisela honestly believed that some how they could work this taboo out. And for months it seemed that was going to happen. The two were discreet, spending nights with each other and giving each other longing glances during the day. But it all came crashing down the moment Gisela realized she was pregnant.
The world crashed down when first Angelo told her to get rid of the child, that there was no way that they could afford to keep the child and then when she returned to her native Germany and was then shunned by her own family. She was told that she would be sent to America, where she would have the child and then it would be given over to a tribe that would take the child in. Not one to go against her family and having been turned away by her lover, she did as she was told and went to Las Vegas Nevada to have her child. Her intentions were to give the child up and then return home, in disgrace, but to prove that she was a good daughter and could redeem herself. But when the child was born, she found she couldn’t just give him away. Even with his white fur and pale skin which seemed to burn in the sun, she still thought him perfect.
America was different, not that Hayden didn’t get treated differently for being Metis, but in America they were much more forgiving then in Europe. It was easier to assimilate, to become part of the carean and live happily amongst them. Even the Get, who have always been a hard tribe, tough and rough, stern in their nature, seemed much more willing to accept the mother and her child. Hayden grew up amongst the others of the Sept, finding a few friends and learning that being Metis wasn’t all bad. There were others like him there, others willing to help him learn and train him. But there was a dark side to the pale creature. Something inside of him that wanted to cause mischief and just buck the system no matter how hard he was punished. And he was punished, his mother was just as hard on him as her father had been on her. But it didn’t stop the young Metis, he was constantly pushing the boundries of what was allowed.
Hayden had a small group of friends, one of them being Enver, the Galliard seemed to be willing to go along with the Ahroun exploits but was always able to reign him in. When Hayden went on his Rite of Passage, it was with a pack of slightly older wolves, but ofcourse, Hayden being Metis had started to shift when he was only 9 and was sent on his Rite much earlier then those that were his same age. So he was quite proud when Enver and his other friends were finally going on their own Rite. It meant they’d finally all be equals and everything would be good and right. He had intentions of petitioning to be in their pack, to be with them instead of his currant pack who felt he was still to young to really hang out with them. But ofcourse, he did not get that chance. When the news came back that Enver and his whole pack was lost save for the one, the Metis Ahroun lost a bit of his own mind. He spent the next week in Lupus, refusing to speak to anyone or have anything do with the Sept. He could not understand why they would not go after Enver. Deep down, he knew the Galliard was still alive, he felt it and part of him wanted to just go and find his friend, no matter what that meant.
Breed: Metis
Auspice: Ahroun
Tribe: Get Of Fenris/Shadow Lord
The night that Gisela WarTooth let herself go and fell into the arms of Angelo Del Ombre, she knew deep down that it was a mistake, but the Shadow Lord had been after her for months, all the time they’d been working together. Gisela was in Italy, helping with a Wyrm infestation. Angelo was a stunning wolf, all talk, all bravado, a true Galliard in every form. The chemistry between the two was tangible, like electricity. Gisela honestly believed that some how they could work this taboo out. And for months it seemed that was going to happen. The two were discreet, spending nights with each other and giving each other longing glances during the day. But it all came crashing down the moment Gisela realized she was pregnant.
The world crashed down when first Angelo told her to get rid of the child, that there was no way that they could afford to keep the child and then when she returned to her native Germany and was then shunned by her own family. She was told that she would be sent to America, where she would have the child and then it would be given over to a tribe that would take the child in. Not one to go against her family and having been turned away by her lover, she did as she was told and went to Las Vegas Nevada to have her child. Her intentions were to give the child up and then return home, in disgrace, but to prove that she was a good daughter and could redeem herself. But when the child was born, she found she couldn’t just give him away. Even with his white fur and pale skin which seemed to burn in the sun, she still thought him perfect.
America was different, not that Hayden didn’t get treated differently for being Metis, but in America they were much more forgiving then in Europe. It was easier to assimilate, to become part of the carean and live happily amongst them. Even the Get, who have always been a hard tribe, tough and rough, stern in their nature, seemed much more willing to accept the mother and her child. Hayden grew up amongst the others of the Sept, finding a few friends and learning that being Metis wasn’t all bad. There were others like him there, others willing to help him learn and train him. But there was a dark side to the pale creature. Something inside of him that wanted to cause mischief and just buck the system no matter how hard he was punished. And he was punished, his mother was just as hard on him as her father had been on her. But it didn’t stop the young Metis, he was constantly pushing the boundries of what was allowed.
Hayden had a small group of friends, one of them being Enver, the Galliard seemed to be willing to go along with the Ahroun exploits but was always able to reign him in. When Hayden went on his Rite of Passage, it was with a pack of slightly older wolves, but ofcourse, Hayden being Metis had started to shift when he was only 9 and was sent on his Rite much earlier then those that were his same age. So he was quite proud when Enver and his other friends were finally going on their own Rite. It meant they’d finally all be equals and everything would be good and right. He had intentions of petitioning to be in their pack, to be with them instead of his currant pack who felt he was still to young to really hang out with them. But ofcourse, he did not get that chance. When the news came back that Enver and his whole pack was lost save for the one, the Metis Ahroun lost a bit of his own mind. He spent the next week in Lupus, refusing to speak to anyone or have anything do with the Sept. He could not understand why they would not go after Enver. Deep down, he knew the Galliard was still alive, he felt it and part of him wanted to just go and find his friend, no matter what that meant.
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