Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2022 5:16:29 GMT
Barbarous
General Information
Alias(es): Barb, Shadow
Gender: Male(?)
Age: 6 years
Pack: n/a
Rank: King of nothing
Appearance
One would be forgiven for mistaking this wolf for a female on sight, demure in stature and behaviour as well as deceptively spry, from a distance and next to an actual female it would be all but impossible to tell the difference. But he is just that little bit too big, just slightly more muscular, and the demure behaviour is simply skittishness rather than feminine behaviour. Other than that he's almost indistinguishable from other wolves, if perhaps a little worn looking, as if he'd suddenly had to pack his entire life up and go on the most unexpected of journeys....
Reputation + Personality
In the valley Barbarous is quite literally unknown, having travelled a great distance to get here, and he doesn't talk much about where he came from. Simply commenting that his pack exiled his best friend, that he's come to find him, and nothing seems to deter him very long from his stated goal. Barb's a friendly sort though, always happy to stop for a chat and hang out, even if inevitably his eyes gaze out to the horizon and soon his paws lead him onward.
Those conversations he does have are telling, however, of a great wisdom and even greater intelligence. He's travelled much of the world, after all, and he's seen a little bit of everything. Herbalism, spirituality, foreign lands and culture. To look at him makes it clear strength was never his suit, but in compensation, he's nurtured a brilliant and wise mind to rival even the eldest of wolves.
History
Barb was born on a significant day, but ironically, it meant that few even knew he'd come to be. The same day his mother went into labour so too did the chieftains mate, and who cared about the pup of some low ranking wolf mates when someone much more important was born. It would set the stage for Barbarous' entire life, invisible and disregarded, but while many times in the future he would become bitter about it this was the one time he did not care.
Because it was fate, you see, that brought Barb and Blackburn into this world together.
It wasn't long until they met, about a month into their new lives, and while normally the heir to the chiefdom and a low ranking pair's pup would have little in common, fate seemed to have a different idea. First it was a bully, the chief's niece Talianne, she bullied Blackburn for the crime of his birth and Barb for the crime of.....not fitting in. For while all puppies look alike, squirmy barely furred mounds of flesh, Barb never really grew into anything strong or masculine. He simply was, and he'd never cared that he was born a boy but looked near identical to the girls, but Talianne did and bullied him relentlessly. Misery loves company as they say, however, and so the two would be victims found one another.
Neither was the most social, and outside of their respective families there were few they could call friend, which only served to draw the pair together. Their different births kept them apart at some points though, because Blackburn was going to be the chieftain one day no matter how Talianne whined about it, and while Barb was always fiercly proud of his friends progress there was always the little niggling worry in the back of his mind.
What happens when you raise a pup to only know might makes right?
Blackburn was by no means a bad person, he was kind and smart as well as strong, but Talianne's harassment never ceased as they aged for the heir and Barb lacked both the rank and strength to help in that regard. So he watched helplessly as the pair competed in everything, even when he tried to simply help Blackburn discover hobbies, there she would trot and join and once again rob what little peace he had managed to bring to the stressed wolf. Barb never gave up, not for the entire time they lived out their youth, but if a demon whispers in your ear long enough even the purest angel can be corrupted.
And then Barb watched as his angel fell, murder - however accidental - was a crime too great for even the chieftans son too be spared punishment. The exile was slow, slow enough Barb could make a show of throwing aside whatever respect she had gained to still be by his friends side, but one day she awoke and everyone was happy to inform him that Blackburn had gone. There was little thought after that, no goodbyes or really even preparation, he simply grabbed a last memento of their homeland (the fireweeds for which the valley was named) and exiled himself from heaven in order to join his demon. Even as days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into many many years.
Travelling was good for Barb, it helped to build his sorely neglected muscles, and as for his mind each tale of Blackburn he followed led him to new lands and packs and cultures he enjoyed. Each place he picked up tales and mementos, falling in love hundreds of times over and over again (with places but never the mate he should have long found by now), but each time he imagined settling down somewhere without the one who'd made Barb who he was there was no bearing it. Even as the tales of his lost Blackburn became more gruesome, as he learned to start tracking the creature through his unique killing style, he carried on.
And now, as the tales slow down and center, it looks at last as if Barbarous might finally be home.
General Information
Alias(es): Barb, Shadow
Gender: Male(?)
Age: 6 years
Pack: n/a
Rank: King of nothing
Appearance
One would be forgiven for mistaking this wolf for a female on sight, demure in stature and behaviour as well as deceptively spry, from a distance and next to an actual female it would be all but impossible to tell the difference. But he is just that little bit too big, just slightly more muscular, and the demure behaviour is simply skittishness rather than feminine behaviour. Other than that he's almost indistinguishable from other wolves, if perhaps a little worn looking, as if he'd suddenly had to pack his entire life up and go on the most unexpected of journeys....
Reputation + Personality
In the valley Barbarous is quite literally unknown, having travelled a great distance to get here, and he doesn't talk much about where he came from. Simply commenting that his pack exiled his best friend, that he's come to find him, and nothing seems to deter him very long from his stated goal. Barb's a friendly sort though, always happy to stop for a chat and hang out, even if inevitably his eyes gaze out to the horizon and soon his paws lead him onward.
Those conversations he does have are telling, however, of a great wisdom and even greater intelligence. He's travelled much of the world, after all, and he's seen a little bit of everything. Herbalism, spirituality, foreign lands and culture. To look at him makes it clear strength was never his suit, but in compensation, he's nurtured a brilliant and wise mind to rival even the eldest of wolves.
History
Barb was born on a significant day, but ironically, it meant that few even knew he'd come to be. The same day his mother went into labour so too did the chieftains mate, and who cared about the pup of some low ranking wolf mates when someone much more important was born. It would set the stage for Barbarous' entire life, invisible and disregarded, but while many times in the future he would become bitter about it this was the one time he did not care.
Because it was fate, you see, that brought Barb and Blackburn into this world together.
It wasn't long until they met, about a month into their new lives, and while normally the heir to the chiefdom and a low ranking pair's pup would have little in common, fate seemed to have a different idea. First it was a bully, the chief's niece Talianne, she bullied Blackburn for the crime of his birth and Barb for the crime of.....not fitting in. For while all puppies look alike, squirmy barely furred mounds of flesh, Barb never really grew into anything strong or masculine. He simply was, and he'd never cared that he was born a boy but looked near identical to the girls, but Talianne did and bullied him relentlessly. Misery loves company as they say, however, and so the two would be victims found one another.
Neither was the most social, and outside of their respective families there were few they could call friend, which only served to draw the pair together. Their different births kept them apart at some points though, because Blackburn was going to be the chieftain one day no matter how Talianne whined about it, and while Barb was always fiercly proud of his friends progress there was always the little niggling worry in the back of his mind.
What happens when you raise a pup to only know might makes right?
Blackburn was by no means a bad person, he was kind and smart as well as strong, but Talianne's harassment never ceased as they aged for the heir and Barb lacked both the rank and strength to help in that regard. So he watched helplessly as the pair competed in everything, even when he tried to simply help Blackburn discover hobbies, there she would trot and join and once again rob what little peace he had managed to bring to the stressed wolf. Barb never gave up, not for the entire time they lived out their youth, but if a demon whispers in your ear long enough even the purest angel can be corrupted.
And then Barb watched as his angel fell, murder - however accidental - was a crime too great for even the chieftans son too be spared punishment. The exile was slow, slow enough Barb could make a show of throwing aside whatever respect she had gained to still be by his friends side, but one day she awoke and everyone was happy to inform him that Blackburn had gone. There was little thought after that, no goodbyes or really even preparation, he simply grabbed a last memento of their homeland (the fireweeds for which the valley was named) and exiled himself from heaven in order to join his demon. Even as days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into many many years.
Travelling was good for Barb, it helped to build his sorely neglected muscles, and as for his mind each tale of Blackburn he followed led him to new lands and packs and cultures he enjoyed. Each place he picked up tales and mementos, falling in love hundreds of times over and over again (with places but never the mate he should have long found by now), but each time he imagined settling down somewhere without the one who'd made Barb who he was there was no bearing it. Even as the tales of his lost Blackburn became more gruesome, as he learned to start tracking the creature through his unique killing style, he carried on.
And now, as the tales slow down and center, it looks at last as if Barbarous might finally be home.
