Post by chelseaofhemlock on Apr 1, 2009 15:29:18 GMT -5
Name: Arroughs
Nicknames: Arrow
Gender: Male
Desired Pack:
Desired Rank: Alpha of the Scourge
Age: 3 years
Looks: Solid Black coat with a purple, green iridescence to the coat.
Power: He literally walks on the fence between white magic and dark magic. He can travel between veils and use his powers to heal or kill. He knows much of the plants and animals, the poisons and the healing herbs. He also uses geomancy, stone powers to help heal.
Personality: Stony, but approachable. He’s unafraid of the Shadows and their powers.
Eyes: Brown
Wings: None.
History: Comes from the North, but more south then the others of the Northpacks - Alaenia and Diamon. His father left the den shortly after his birth and never returned. Later his body was found and the pack discovered that he had fallen and broken both legs. Unable to find help, food and sustenance, or shelter for defense, the old brute slipped into the void. This event pushed Arroughs to master healing with herbs.
As he hunted for healing herbs to maintain a stock of some sort, he discovered that by extending his mind, some rocks would talk back to him. They told him that they had healing abilities as well, and so, with great time and great focus, he learned and collected the stones that offered their help and their power.
Upon returning from one of these trips, Arroughs heard the call of the pack. His mother, Sherra, had been poisoned and was dying. Arroughs returned, using the stones and the herbs to save her. When she returned from before the veil, Arroughs begged her to reveal her poisoner. She showed him, though she be weak of body and soul, through her own mind touch the would-be killer, a weakling of the pack who had power on the brain. Arroughs’s growl echoed through the caves as he latched onto the mind form and froze the wolf in place. Then he summoned from the other side the dead of his pack to stand with him as he slaughtered the bitch. They held the pack at bay from interceding on the bitch’s behalf as Arroughs ripped her throat open. He stood at the end of the execution as the dead faded from sight, staring into the reflection of his face in the rippling pool of blood. He was labeled a Scourge, an Outsider unwelcomed amongst the pack. They knew his power, and asked him to leave. He turned to his mother and asked if she wanted him, the oldest and strongest of her pups, to leave the pack he had just protected. She nodded, with hesitation and tears in her eyes and on her face. He licked the tears from her face and turned his back on the pack he had grown with.
Every Scourge knew of him as his pack had sent word of him into the night sky. Every Scourge male attempted to attack him, kill him. But he bested them all. He loathed killing, and helped what ever animals he came across and ate only from the carcasses of other packs, or fished for his food. The greater herbivores, he left alone.
On one of these occasions of mercy, Arroughs came across a Raven laying upon the ground, half dead of some poisonous plant consumed in folly. Arroughs carried the bird to his den next to a fallen log and nursed the bird back to health. The Raven, in gratitude, asked to stay with Arroughs. Arroughs agreed, seeing that company wouldn’t be unwelcome.
Now, the pair travels south, looking for lands to call their own until their deaths.
Parent Description:
Mate: NONE
Pups: NONE
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Nicknames: Arrow
Gender: Male
Desired Pack:
Desired Rank: Alpha of the Scourge
Age: 3 years
Looks: Solid Black coat with a purple, green iridescence to the coat.
Power: He literally walks on the fence between white magic and dark magic. He can travel between veils and use his powers to heal or kill. He knows much of the plants and animals, the poisons and the healing herbs. He also uses geomancy, stone powers to help heal.
Personality: Stony, but approachable. He’s unafraid of the Shadows and their powers.
Eyes: Brown
Wings: None.
History: Comes from the North, but more south then the others of the Northpacks - Alaenia and Diamon. His father left the den shortly after his birth and never returned. Later his body was found and the pack discovered that he had fallen and broken both legs. Unable to find help, food and sustenance, or shelter for defense, the old brute slipped into the void. This event pushed Arroughs to master healing with herbs.
As he hunted for healing herbs to maintain a stock of some sort, he discovered that by extending his mind, some rocks would talk back to him. They told him that they had healing abilities as well, and so, with great time and great focus, he learned and collected the stones that offered their help and their power.
Upon returning from one of these trips, Arroughs heard the call of the pack. His mother, Sherra, had been poisoned and was dying. Arroughs returned, using the stones and the herbs to save her. When she returned from before the veil, Arroughs begged her to reveal her poisoner. She showed him, though she be weak of body and soul, through her own mind touch the would-be killer, a weakling of the pack who had power on the brain. Arroughs’s growl echoed through the caves as he latched onto the mind form and froze the wolf in place. Then he summoned from the other side the dead of his pack to stand with him as he slaughtered the bitch. They held the pack at bay from interceding on the bitch’s behalf as Arroughs ripped her throat open. He stood at the end of the execution as the dead faded from sight, staring into the reflection of his face in the rippling pool of blood. He was labeled a Scourge, an Outsider unwelcomed amongst the pack. They knew his power, and asked him to leave. He turned to his mother and asked if she wanted him, the oldest and strongest of her pups, to leave the pack he had just protected. She nodded, with hesitation and tears in her eyes and on her face. He licked the tears from her face and turned his back on the pack he had grown with.
Every Scourge knew of him as his pack had sent word of him into the night sky. Every Scourge male attempted to attack him, kill him. But he bested them all. He loathed killing, and helped what ever animals he came across and ate only from the carcasses of other packs, or fished for his food. The greater herbivores, he left alone.
On one of these occasions of mercy, Arroughs came across a Raven laying upon the ground, half dead of some poisonous plant consumed in folly. Arroughs carried the bird to his den next to a fallen log and nursed the bird back to health. The Raven, in gratitude, asked to stay with Arroughs. Arroughs agreed, seeing that company wouldn’t be unwelcome.
Now, the pair travels south, looking for lands to call their own until their deaths.
Parent Description:
Mate: NONE
Pups: NONE
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio