Post by LittleDeadGrrl on Oct 27, 2011 13:15:35 GMT -5
Name: Fenris Broken~Grin
Breed: Metis
Deformity: Beasial Reflection/Amnesia
Aupsice: Ragabash
Tribe: BSD
Rank: 1
History: Long steady relationships were not uncommon among the BSD but faithfulness was a whole other ballgame. Azazel's father, the renowned galliard, looked upon his kinfolk wife with adoration and lust. She bore him eight beautiful cubs but it didn't mean a wolf couldn't stray. On a full moon, mid hunt, he hunted down his beta and they spent the night enjoying the others body. One night the bitch bore him one more cub, a little blond cub, with big blue eyes, and no physical deformity. He stared upon the thing with love as well. Metis were not to be thrown away. Still Fenris saw little of his father till he was but five and his mother died in battle.
That night his father brought him to his own caern and pushed the little cub among the others telling him here was his home now. That was how Azazel inherited a half brother. How he inheritated a whole ball of mess. The metis looked strangely stunning, there was no visible deformity on him, save for in reflected surfaces only the crinos form stared back at him. He reflected the darkness inside of him. His father took it as a sign of greatness doting on the smallest cub. He was almost thought of as the perfect metis, a sign of the final apocalypse and spoiled even more. It didn't mean he wasn't without his faults, no metis was truly without deformity, and Fenris bore a deep insanity in his soul. The first time it manifested he was but six, he ran with the other cubs and didn't come back for weeks. It took them almost a month to find the wild beast running through the woods in that crinos form half starved unsure who or what he was. That type of amnesia came and went through the years but it didn't make the ragabash any more cautious. It made him more of a handful.
As the years passed he went through two whole packs, not insane enough to kill, but what good was a wolf that couldn't be dependent upon? Azazel found him one night savagely fighting some of the more insane wolves. He'd wandered into the depths of the pit and his cries of pain and confusion echoed through the walls. His older brother dragged him out and back home cradling him slowly till he regained some sense of who and what he was. He sighed burying into the older wolf content to have him close. His older brother took him in than, asking this favor of Demos, and that was how the stunning little ragabash found a new home.
Fenris began to gain some semblance of understanding of his own madness. Sometimes he chained himself to the wall before he knew it'd take him. Sometimes he wondered into the depths of the pit to spend the nights there coming back after a few weeks. It had been one of those months. He'd been gone for almost two weeks and that night he returned home. He moved with that easy sexual grace, and the broken little half grin, a scar he'd gotten when he was a cub that never full healed, wearing no shirt and just a pair of lown slung black jeans. Tribal tattooes crept down his neck and chest. Some even he wasn't sure how or when he'd gotten but it didn't mean he wore them with any less pride. He crept up behind Fatima tugging the ragabash against him as he growled against her neck smirking knowing she was Demos's bitch but it didn't mean he couldn't relax against her.
"Finally ... enjoy your vacation?"
Fatima purred as Fen smirked gazing around ...
"When I remember what I do I'll let you know if I enjoy it or not ... you smell ... different ... "
Fatima sighed a bit as she tugged the wolf on the couch
"We have a new cub ... I smell of him ... Enver ... "
Fenris's brow furrowed before he shrugged. He had some vague recollection of a new cub but it had been just in the week before his madness took over. That week was always fuzzy. He'd been gone for several weeks. He gazed around wondering where his brother had gone. He was always around when he came home and he missed him when he was gone. The twin ahroun cubs came bounding up to him. They were metis as well, sporting horns and strange fanged little mouths. He tugged them in close kissing the brother and sister easily. This pack was his home. He loved all of them like they were his family and of course they were. They seemed to understand his own little affliction. All save for Demos, he knew the alpha didn't bear him much love and only tolerated his antics and madness for Azazel but fuck he didn't care. He smirked stretching out on the couch ...
"I'm sleepy ... wake me when Az get's his ass back home ... "
Breed: Metis
Deformity: Beasial Reflection/Amnesia
Aupsice: Ragabash
Tribe: BSD
Rank: 1
History: Long steady relationships were not uncommon among the BSD but faithfulness was a whole other ballgame. Azazel's father, the renowned galliard, looked upon his kinfolk wife with adoration and lust. She bore him eight beautiful cubs but it didn't mean a wolf couldn't stray. On a full moon, mid hunt, he hunted down his beta and they spent the night enjoying the others body. One night the bitch bore him one more cub, a little blond cub, with big blue eyes, and no physical deformity. He stared upon the thing with love as well. Metis were not to be thrown away. Still Fenris saw little of his father till he was but five and his mother died in battle.
That night his father brought him to his own caern and pushed the little cub among the others telling him here was his home now. That was how Azazel inherited a half brother. How he inheritated a whole ball of mess. The metis looked strangely stunning, there was no visible deformity on him, save for in reflected surfaces only the crinos form stared back at him. He reflected the darkness inside of him. His father took it as a sign of greatness doting on the smallest cub. He was almost thought of as the perfect metis, a sign of the final apocalypse and spoiled even more. It didn't mean he wasn't without his faults, no metis was truly without deformity, and Fenris bore a deep insanity in his soul. The first time it manifested he was but six, he ran with the other cubs and didn't come back for weeks. It took them almost a month to find the wild beast running through the woods in that crinos form half starved unsure who or what he was. That type of amnesia came and went through the years but it didn't make the ragabash any more cautious. It made him more of a handful.
As the years passed he went through two whole packs, not insane enough to kill, but what good was a wolf that couldn't be dependent upon? Azazel found him one night savagely fighting some of the more insane wolves. He'd wandered into the depths of the pit and his cries of pain and confusion echoed through the walls. His older brother dragged him out and back home cradling him slowly till he regained some sense of who and what he was. He sighed burying into the older wolf content to have him close. His older brother took him in than, asking this favor of Demos, and that was how the stunning little ragabash found a new home.
Fenris began to gain some semblance of understanding of his own madness. Sometimes he chained himself to the wall before he knew it'd take him. Sometimes he wondered into the depths of the pit to spend the nights there coming back after a few weeks. It had been one of those months. He'd been gone for almost two weeks and that night he returned home. He moved with that easy sexual grace, and the broken little half grin, a scar he'd gotten when he was a cub that never full healed, wearing no shirt and just a pair of lown slung black jeans. Tribal tattooes crept down his neck and chest. Some even he wasn't sure how or when he'd gotten but it didn't mean he wore them with any less pride. He crept up behind Fatima tugging the ragabash against him as he growled against her neck smirking knowing she was Demos's bitch but it didn't mean he couldn't relax against her.
"Finally ... enjoy your vacation?"
Fatima purred as Fen smirked gazing around ...
"When I remember what I do I'll let you know if I enjoy it or not ... you smell ... different ... "
Fatima sighed a bit as she tugged the wolf on the couch
"We have a new cub ... I smell of him ... Enver ... "
Fenris's brow furrowed before he shrugged. He had some vague recollection of a new cub but it had been just in the week before his madness took over. That week was always fuzzy. He'd been gone for several weeks. He gazed around wondering where his brother had gone. He was always around when he came home and he missed him when he was gone. The twin ahroun cubs came bounding up to him. They were metis as well, sporting horns and strange fanged little mouths. He tugged them in close kissing the brother and sister easily. This pack was his home. He loved all of them like they were his family and of course they were. They seemed to understand his own little affliction. All save for Demos, he knew the alpha didn't bear him much love and only tolerated his antics and madness for Azazel but fuck he didn't care. He smirked stretching out on the couch ...
"I'm sleepy ... wake me when Az get's his ass back home ... "