The Devil's Day

Name: Erabus

Gender: Male

Age: 3 Years

Pack: Agavos

Rank Requested: Hunter

Appearance:
Taking the appearance of a earthy tone, a variety of browns darkest to light covering the males body give him a bronze masculine look. Above his head, right on top of of his forehead is a ash colored black, traveling to his cheeks until it breaks off into a faded triangle beneath his eyes. This same black mixes along the males back with the bronze, creating lines from one side of his back to another in different sections. A white cream taking up most of the males underbelly and inner thighs/legs, it often appears darker because of the soil when he rests. Orbs a hue of different color, the males right is a clear silver while his other takes the color of a golden yellow finalizing the brutes look. Blessed with a fluffed shirt coat that helps keep him warm and cool during the changing seasons, it is covered in scars from battles and beneath such exterior is a rippling of strong muscles. Which adds to the brutes weight and power. Standing at a height of 80 cm, the brute is regularly intimidating to strangers leaving him to be a dangerous stranger.

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History:
The wind brought a new meaning to fear, the unseen force crashing with power into all the object caught in its path, rattling the tips of tree tops to release the leaves and twigs. The strength strong enough to even knock some of the pines in half, snapping the other vegetation beneath it. Howls as if an owl was in pain, the winds cries found its way into a small cave at the bottom of a mountain, the tunnel deep enough to let the residence escape the freezing temperature. Laying in a bundle of warmth from the furs beneath them and around them, here in the small cave was a fae of different shades, the dominate color being a creamed white across her body. Mixed into her figure where five little creatures also of different coloring, one of them being the male of the tale. Erabus. The female who had given the male and his siblings life was named Maura, a wolf of many talents but seen by the Aglæca as only a healer. The young ones father was a wolf unknown by the pack and taking the color of a bronze, the brute stood always strong and prideful despite what wolves had said about him with his rank as a warrior. The duo, from the first moment they had met and with all the arguments and problems, still held love for one another, a love long enough to last that it had been the reason Erabus now stands. With five pups to care for as the litter was now able to move and use all of his senses, the den was always busy and rowdy, full of life and chatter between pups. Life would have it to be going great, the pups still innocent to what would come in the far future.

Erabus, as a happy pup and also the third largest/born was always caught with his older brother Typhus, a trickster of sorts that always liked to drag Erabus into his schemes as the two resembled each other with the exception of their eyes. Erabus other siblings where three females, two being like his mother while one was a cream. The faes often kept close to their mother, learning about herbs and other necessities like hunting while the two males made sure to stick close to their father, Tievel. Training in the art of war, Erabus made sure every so often through his first adolescent year to also learn how to hunt with Maura and the other females of the pack, getting as much information as he could out of both parents and other wolves. Growing up in the Aglæca pack, things ran smoothly, each wolf doing their part to help out and with the pack seemingly friendly attitude towards Erabus and his siblings, it brought confusion to the pups to see such vicious brutally put upon the rejects of the pack and new recruits. Around the time of his second year of life, the moment he would leave with his siblings to create their own life in the pack had come and the moment couldn't have hit them any harder. Determined to be like their father, Erabus and Typhus went into training as warriors, ready to put their life on the line for the pack. In trails of sessions to test the males capability, from brutal fights and scars, Erabus worked hard to built up his strength to make sure he impressed the higher ranked wolves of the pack. By the time he had passed training and other things, the male along with his brother had been granted a spot amongst the warrior ranks, the ones that got denied being put into the ranks of omega or Vallaens, the useless members of Aglæca.

As life would have to be so cruel, Erabus' world got turned upside down with one storm. Lighting flashed in an fury of hatred, the night sky burning with rays of the heat every few steps with the screams of thunder shaking the forest floor. Bolts struck the trees, setting the vegetation on fire and with the flames spreading quickly, most where unable to flee quick enough. Erabus ran for the territory borders behind his brother, the two racing to escape the hell that had been unleashed on Aglæca. Like the night he had been born, the winds found their way into the territory, breaking and destroying the only home he had known. Taking shelter in a neutral cave, the brothers waited out the night, hoping some had made it out safely and would find them or vise-verse. Morning came and with no recollection of which way to go, the lost duo traveled away, Erabus finding it better to not see the remaining damage of the territory. Journeying as rogues for a few months, the brothers lived well but still were haunted by what had happened. Ending up on a packs border, the two made their way into the ranks of Aeron.

A brutal pack, here Erabus took his demonized personality, wishing not be hurt anymore by what could happen in the future. Fighting around every corner, Typhus and Erabus made the rank of warriors once again, the two always ready to take on what was thrown to them. Earning most of his more deeper and noticeable scars here, Erabus trained all the time, always working to better himself and find new ways to gain the upper hand. Building himself up to what he is today, the now large male was seen by others as a fighting machine, always able to win his spars when he had to fight which led to the jealously of Typhus. Only having been in the pack for around four months, the brothers confronted one another with claws and teeth marks after Typhus struck the brute from behind with no warning; The two fought for what seemed like forever until Erabus had found his jaws around his brother's throat. With no time to think it over, Erabus mind took control and in a swift motion made the male kill his own sibling. As surprised as he was, even with Aerons brutality, it was a crime to kill another member, resulting in Erabus exile. Leaving, the brute slowly walked the land alone, haunted each night by what had been done. The months he spent alone seemed too long for his liking and now in the area, Erabus tries his luck once more to join a pack.

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Example Post: From Braelyn~

Time persisted to move at a still pace, the Earth seemingly frozen between the seconds as the world took this as its appearance, slowly changing as it turned in its rotation with the season of autumn now presenting itself. A peroration of silence found its way to be written in the current present, dragging itself to be pages long as none of the life forms around dared to stop it from lingering in leisure. Braelyn attained the feeling of satisfaction in the moment, relishing in the seclusion and isolation she knew so well. Being by herself didn't bother the fae like it would with social others, she found comfort in just the company of herself, with her thoughts and opinions able to be said without judgment or complaints. No one knew the fae like she knew herself. Away from the souls of others often made Braelyn appear quite, timid almost although she was anything but those two. Reserved was a more accurate word to describe the female, as she is was afraid to speak some words to another: conversation was just something she didn't seek out.

Hiking further from the safety of the Erenyx territory, crossing into the lands she once use to call her own, the lead hunter left her title and pack mates behind to temporarily join once again into the ranks of a rogue. Paws trailing lightly over the terrain, the brightly hued leaves crushing into pieces and the stems of twigs from the trees snapping into halves below her, Braelyn worked her way around the forest, swerving around the tall barked plants and flora that surrounded her to make it towards her destination. It seemed the travel she faced was long, the journey she had made finally coming to a halt as the darkness of night took over for the sun. Escaping the woods, the fae focused her green orbs on a surface of grey fog, it radiating with a faint light. The area covered with it for what could be miles ahead, in her sight included the black shapes of jagged rocks peering from the mist as a warning. Above this vast, mysterious landscape ended to be not the tops of trees but the midnight color of the sky, the fluff of clouds no more as they stretch out to be flat, exposing the fighting twinkle of light from stars and moon from far away.

Propelling her legs forward, Braelyn motioned into the fog, letting it capture her figure as she surrendered herself to it, becoming prisoner to the manipulating blur. Roaming the hazardous environment, the lead hunter made sure to watch where she stepped, weaving herself around the larger piles of solid stone material. Filled with a dark and gloomy emotion that would probably scare others away, it held a certain beauty that Braelyn took notice of, intriguing her to find out what was awaiting her presence in the shadows and corners of the land. Tail dancing in a sway behind her, lifted slightly was the hunters auds, making sure to turn them upwards so the hushed sounds wouldn't pass the females attention as she explored. Hearing the soft sound of eerie feet against the floor, the fae quickly paused in her step, orbs glancing below to see the source but was blinded instead by a thick atmosphere. Shoulders rising as her body lowered to hunch over, the females figure declined itself to the ground, stopping only when her stomach brushed along the earth.

Able to see somewhat, the lead hunter crawled forward, neck revolving side to side as she searched for the noise. Gliding around a disoriented rock, the fae took into her view a plump hare in the distance, it's back facing the direction of Braelyn but the ears on its head turned sideways so it could hear what was behind. The female wasn't in hunger, she fed herself plenty everyday but the opportunity to kill the herbivore in front of her was hard to resist. Sweeping her banner low, the hunter sneaked forward, stepping lightly over the dark terrain as she lifted her figure a small degree, preparing for a chase. This is going to be tricky.. Lids closing into a narrow slit, Braelyn launched her body forth, fore paws opening in stride. The hare barely having time to react, the fae landed directly on its leg just as it began to bolt away, the sickening sound of its bone dislocating with the weight of her paw pressing down upon it. Steady landing onto all fours minus the incident, the brown female directed her figure towards the injured hare.

Jaws parting so they may close around her victims throat, Braelyn swiftly began to clasp them together, offering the herbivore a clean, brisk death so it no longer would feel pain. Your fight is now over.. Lifting the hare up as she hoisted her body up to see over the mist once more, a figure in the distance caught the faes interest. Walking over silently, she lifted herself onto both hind paws, resting her fore onto a nearby rock before lifting the rest of her body up. Balancing herself out, Braelyn would lower her meal to be placed onto the edge, making sure it wouldn't fall until she came back up and gazed at what was in her sight. The male had an interesting coat, the dark shade of black conflicting with the different hue of brown and a cream in a perfect mix. He seemed to be in a dream sequence, eyes concluded by his lids and form what she could see his breathing was steadily calm. "This place seems far to perilous for you to be sleeping." She voiced, her regular tone being soft, smooth like always, a comforting sound to listen to when she would use it. "You never know when the devils will drag you down" Offering a light curve to the corners of her lips in a smirk, as soon as it appeared it disappeared just as fast.

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