[align=center]~General Information~
Name: Tusani Carter Velorin
Calling in Recovery Camp: Valiant
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Current Rank: Loner
Previous Rank: Alpha of the Outland Pack.
<b>~Kinship~</b>
Father: Carter Velorin (Six years old and Alpha of Schon Shaedon -
Living)
Mother: Tian Velorin (Six years old and Alphess of Schon Shaedon -
Living)
Adoptive Father: Tribuke. He passed away from old age at nine years old.
Adoptive Mother: Citali. During a pack hunt, Citali had gotten too close
to the stag they had been trying to corner. The buck reared and kicked
his legs out, thusly knocking the female on the ground. Alert and alarm
had already spred through the herd and Citali wasn't able to get out of
the way. She was trampled and thusly, killed.
Siblings: Tusani is the oldest of six and the first pup to his parents.
They were all separated during the time of the bear raid and some Tusani
doesn't yet know of.
Destiny. Born after Tusani, she had found her way back to Shaedon and
now remains a dutiful caretaker to the pack. She has mated with a strong
hunter named Dwavin and has given life to three strong puppies. Renae,
Kila and Casey. Three wonderfully beautiful girls.
Mazeta. Born third in the litter, Maze has also found his way home.
Although torn and showing the brutality of life, he has found sanctuary
in his parent's homeland. He has taken up betaship and backs his parents
with an iron paw. Though love has not forsaken him. He found courtship
with a young two year old female and they're quite happy together.
Though, she is barron and will never give him pups. Maze is unphazed by
this as he's not really a parent type.
Juasta. Born fourth, he has not yet found his way home and it is unknown
if he is even still alive or how his life has wound up.
Lana. Born fifth and twin to Tanni, she has not found her way home. Her
whereabouts and even if she is alive, is unknown.
Tanni. The last of the litter and born sixth, and twin to Lana. She has
returned home to her parents and lives there now as a normal packmember.
Fiesty temperment has kept her from finding love up til her third fall.
A determined older brute, by the dubbance of Stallion has stolen her
heart and come spring they will bear seven puppies. They will be named,
Tezsta(M), Launi(M), Laren(M), Freedom(M), Hope(F), Chestnut(M) and
Holly(F).
Mate: Izion of Silver Mountain (deceased)
Formally mated: The late Kiloni of Silver Mountain
In Laws: Most are deceased, but those related to him through his mates.
Zaron. He died at the paws of Crimson Valley. Father to both Kiloni and
Izion.
Chaundra. She passed away from heart failure. Mother to Kiloni.
Miranda. She also died, giving birth to her last litter. Mother to
Izion.
Kiloni's siblings in no particular order are, Bree, Ptirr and Keid. None
of these have had children.
Izion's siblings in no particular order are, Isaura, Barron and Lora.
None of these have had children.
Best friend: Bree of the Outland pack in Silver Mountain Region. He is
also the brother to the late Kiloni. But he was with Tusani in Silver
Mountain and both were brothers of different blood. At the time of
Tusani's disappearance, Bree was beta to him.
Pups:
-in order of birth, given to him by Izion-
Zacytheus. Oldest of the litter, Residing in Outlands.
Dhreleon. Tusani's son. A sad day when Tusani had found his pup being
mauled by two young Lynx cubs.
Serenity. Twin to Elysia Daddy's little girl. Missing
Elysia. Twin to Serenity and daddy's little girl. Missing.
<b>~Appearance~</b>
Breed: Purebred Tundra wolf
Length: 6 ft.
Height: 4.5 ft.
Weight: 120 lbs
Pelt Coloration: Tusani is considered a blonde wolf. His body is an off
white with strikes of brown weaving through his coat. Marking his back,
ears and several other places.
Eyes: Black
Scars: His back legs are severely damaged, his ankles having been ripped
to shreds in the war of the Silver Mountain Region. Giving him a
permanent limp and they now forever ache. A bullet scar on his right
shoulder blade has no hair surrounding it and has since healed
completely. A move meant to kill him done by illegal hunters.
Summary of Tusani's looks:
Tusani is at the maximum size of his breed. Being his father was very
large, he has adapted the massiveness from him. Muscular and very swift
on his legs, he is by far an attractive wolf. However, reguarding his
strange coloring, he inherits that from his mother, Tian. See, for
Tundra wolves, blonde wolves are not impossible, but they aren't
normally seen. Mistaken regularily for Rocky Mountain wolf and Artic,
his DNA is actually Tundran. His mother was a pale white color, and
being born Tusani was a mixture of both browns and whites. However as he
grew, he became more blonde then anything, with several highly noticed
black and brown streaks. His fur is a medium cut and thickens terribly
when winter comes, however he is not considered shaggy. He has several
scars which will be detailed and explained in his history. Mainly, he
has inherited a permanent limp. His back legs sting terribly sometimes
as result of a injury acquired back in the war of his previous home. He
has a bullet scar to his shoulder and several small marks where needles
were injected to sustain life in his dire frame.
<b>~Personality~</b>
Tusani has had a pretty different life. Experiencing things at a young
age. Like, orphanage, abandanship and the loss of his former mate and
children. He has seen a lot, being alpha at merely a year and a half and
for this he has been molded into a respectable wolf. He's generous and
very kind. Passively bold, meaning he doesn't take crap but he won't
just haul off and assert himself to prove it. Not at first anyways. He's
gentle and firm all in one breath. Speaking strictly from alpha
perspective, the brute has learned that if you earn the respect of
others, you don't have to assert your rank when you want something done.
But with a soft voice, there's no arguing with him or consequences will
definately follow.
Tusani isn't an overly aggressive wolf. He will throw his weight around
only if absolutely necessary and he really does detest unnecessary
fighting. Loss of life, for no reason is purposeless. But when duty
calls for it, he will put his heart and soul into every movement like
it'd be his last. While alpha, he ruled his pack with a high reguard,
everything was for the better for the Outlands. They could do what they
pleased so long as his pack was safe from harms way. Now sure there
would be fights breaking out, but that was just the genre of his domain.
He is a logical thinker and takes his time with decisions, if he's
allowed time anyways. Tusani doesn't like rushing situations and if he
has the time he will seek solitude, a place of safe haven and lay for a
while mulling over the circumstances. He isn't overly friendly and won't
bound up to you with licks and giggles. But he is in his own likeness a
very socialable male. He keeps a noble air about himself and addresses
everyone accordingly. Being so young when he had suffered the loss of
his mate, and a year or so later having lost his son, Tusani has learned
what pain is. What loss is. And he takes it in a steady stride. He won't
hide that he's hurting, as you will see it in his eyes and his posture
will remain low and mournful. But again he retains his dignity and won't
collasp into a blubbering lot, at least not in front of anyone.
Now there are two very crutial sides of Tusani that is deeply noted
about the young male. One being his love for a family, his family.
Especially his children. And two, his trust and friendship with others.
Tusani is very passionate about his family. Especially his young
children. A protective and caring father in his own right, he doesn't
hide the fact that he feels deeply for them. He of course makes the
mistakes that every regular first time dad makes, and is more carefree
then his mate Izion had been. But he had never claimed to know what he
was doing. Or that he did it right. Simply, Tusani supported his pups,
and he spent much of his time with his daughters, namely Rini
(Serenity). His weakness would be by far his children and the easiest
way to get on his bad side would be to harm a single hair on any of
their heads, tails, backs, bellies or legs for that matter. (LOL) A
devoted and loyal father, Tusani would lay his life down to provide
anything for them and his mate.
Trusting. That's where most get him wrong. One would thing Tusani is a
very trusting wolf, given his natural aura. But he's not. It takes a lot
to get in his trust and once you have suceeded, dare any that break it.
Tusani had been betrayed many times in his life. With his foster parents
not telling him he was adopted, and love betraying him and taking his
mate into the deapths of the beyond, and not to mention his trials he
faced from being an alpha. He is wary of everything though he may not
always show it. However, should you vow an oath of trust and gain his
respect, don't break it. He takes betrayal very personal, and feels it a
deep blow where it counts. This is a good way to bring out the brute's
almost non-existant temper.
Otherwise, Tusani can be a bit hardheaded, and he's not afraid to say
no. If he doesn't like what he hears, then he will simply tell you so.
Outspoken when he needs to be, he also has a fiery temper when it does
surface. Always the calm and rational wolf, don't get him angry because
should you manage that you'll get the build up and he'll leave no body
so to speak. Though even in a fit of rage, he won't attack to stimulate
a fight. And never will you catch him raping a female. But he will
assert dominance if he has the rank to do so with. In a final note,
Tusani is loyal, dedicated and brave. He will not back down to any given
situation and will stand head long against it. Normally a very peaceful
noble wolf, he is also known to hold very long and powerful grudges.
<b>~History~</b>
The wind howled mercilessly against the barron grounds. Snow covered all
that was God's handywork and the temperatures had dropped dramatically
as night fell over the packlands. Although most were tucking themselves
into bed, the wolven pack reigning these parts were far from bed-ready.
Gathered in the den areas, some slept while others kept a nervous and
anxious watch. One male in particular. A black alpha showed no signs of
sleep and he had definately lacked it over a day or two. Excitement,
panic and worry all coursed his strong veins. Everyone in the Grayland's
pack was nervous, for this didn't happen very often. What you ask?
Neela, an old knowledgable caretaker nudged her alpha tenderly. "She'll
be find Carter." The old nurse whispered and turned to follow her
colleages into a cave set into the base of a mountain. Her old withered
eyes though still full of life, had spotted the young female struggling
to get comfortable. "Relax Tia, nothing will get done that way." She
chuffed and it seemed to sooth the white alphess.
The birth had been long and difficult, spanning into the early hours of
the morning. The entire pregnancy had been a challenge for everyone.
Tian especially. It wasn't a common thing that wolves were born in the
dead of winter, and that caused a high amount of concern through the
pack. One thing had lead to another, and the alphen's fullproof plan had
backfired. They never expected anything to come of that night in the
forest. That beautifully breathtaking night.
Tia's sides stung dreadfully in full reminder that nothing was
impossible. And with the aid of several pack caretakers, the she-wolf
had produced six health pups into the world. Of course the chilling
winds on the outside and the cold cave walls against the defenseless
newborns was posing a high threat. So the caretakers aided the alphess
and each huddled the pups next to their mother and grouped together
enough to keep them warm. They stayed like this til the morning light
broke the shadows.
The old nurse had left Tian's side, the pups greedily feeding at their
mom's side. Time to alert the new papa. Carter had, with a little
coaxing from his sister and betas, slipped into a light sleep. He was
resting out by a rock and covered in snow when Neela had bowed to the
alpha and chuffed for his attention. Carter had woke with a start, and
plowed straight into what mattered. "Is she alright Neela? Tian. Is she
alright?" He begged for information, thirsting needly for it.
Neela smiled and nodded her old cranium. "She's fine Carter, as I said.
And with her she brings six health young to our world." Her tail briefly
wagged and for a moment, the alpha was proud. Then worried. Neela seemed
to read what he was thinking and couldn't answer his question. The
question everyone nearby had on their minds. Would the pups survive til
spring?
Carter had followed the old nurse into the cave and the caretakers all
grew submissive before him. The brute excused them and Neela allowed it.
"But not for long, the whelps can't stand to be without the heat for
long." She reminded the new parents and both nodded and thanked her.
Tian was comfortably laying with her suckling puppies as Carter strided
towards them. His head was low, showing he wouldn't harm the pups nor
the mother. Tail tucked, he gently eased his way to the floor.
Tia merely smiled and closed her eyes after seeing him eye the puppies
so curiously. She looked back at him and murred. "There are three strong
boys Carter. And three beautiful girls." She whispered, clearly tired.
He watched them for a moment and together the proud parents fawned over
their children. After a few licks and nudges, they ran into another
problem. Names. With a small bit of discussion, they were chosen, and in
order of birth were thusly dubbed. Katomo, Destiny, Mazeta, Juasta. And
the twins, Lana and Tanni.
With the help of the pack, a few weeks flew by slowly, and the pups were
nearing the middle of their second month. Not quite two months however.
They were healthy as possible in the hard winter conditions and
energetic. Still quite small and not yet weaned, they were kept to the
dens at all times. Their bodies still couldn't stand the cold just yet.
And although the warmth of their parents at night was enough now, they
were still much too young and vulnerable.
So the pups were kept indoors. But it didn't keep them from trying new
things out and exploring, playing and scaring each other. Katomo and
Mazeta were infamous for scaring the twins. They were slowly learning
that if you sneak up on someone and bark as loud as possible, they would
shriek and run away. Which was a funny sight to behold.
Everything was going smoothly and there was high hopes the pups would
make it to spring. Although some of the packmembers were looking thin,
the main priority was to make sure the children were kept healthy. But
like every safe haven and good story, a villian and devastating event
has to happen. This being no different.
There had been talk of a large bear having woken up from hibernation
early. The wolves were hungry and eager to see if this were true. Since
it was about midway through the winter time, the fat on the bear would
still be plentiful. So Carter gathered a large party together and set
out to hunt down a nice large meal for the pack. Tian and her nursemaids
remained in the den with the cubs while two strong able wolven male
warriors stood guard at the entrance.
It was a long while before the guards were seen, and instantly the pups
were shushed and stopped in their games. Screaming. Lots of it too. Tian
and Kala gathered the six whelps together before the wolves left the
mother with them to investigate. The hunting party had returned, and
they brought the bear!! Only, it wasn't in chunks. Not like they had
hoped. Instead, mama grizzly was very much alive and angry.
The wolves ran from the dens to protect their home against this
intruder. But already it was wrecking homes on the southern side. Carter
flew into the cave with his family. The pups were all huddled under
their mother frantically and he growled at Tia. "We've got to get them
outta here! There's a bear!" He barked and called two of them over.
Tanni and Destiny scrambled away from their mother with a nudge from
Tia. "CARTER! They'll never keep up!" The mother urged as she saw there
was four remaining puppies and only being capable of carrying at most,
two.
Carter just darted out of the cave, muffling that they'd come back for
the others. Hesitating slightly, she nuzzled the pups and ordered them
to stay put before grabbing Mazta and Lana up in her jaw and carrying
the crying pups out of the cave, leaving Kato and Juasta still inside.
Both the males cried fearfully at being left and curled up against each
other, wailing. Trembling with fright, Kato closed his eyes, the sounds
of the bear's monsterous roars scaring him out of his wits.
After what seemed like forever, teeth plucked Kato's mixed colored body
away from Juasta's white form. Both pups squealed and fought against
their captors as the other was also picked up. "Hush, we're taking you
to your mom." The wolves promised and both silenced themselves. Hurrying
out of the den only minutes before the bear slammed into it and caused
the opening to buckle.
Kato didn't know what had happened, but he had been tossed into a thick
bush and woke the next morning with a headache. He was very much alone
and his stomach growled. Faintly he could hear his parents howling for
their lost children, and slowly their voices grew farther away. He
barked and yipped frantically as he tried to call them back, but falling
over a small patch of ice, he stumbled and collasped in the snow, making
a pretty nice hole.
Shivering as the wind whipped across the top, he climbed out and started
walking. Being so young it didn't take long for the pup to collasp. But
he had walked far enough to invade the unclaimed in Silver Mountain
region. Curling up in a ball, half frozen and starved, Kato shut his
eyes, crying pitifully and only wanting to be safe. Fate would have it,
that this was not the way he would die.
A fae had picked him up, and defended the pup against the Outland
alphas. Tribuke, a cowardice male from Silver Mountain, had come to her
aid and so did another. It didn't matter, Kato was carried with worry
and concern back to the dens. He was warmed up by Citali's body and she
had worked a bit to produce milk. But soon did and he suckled greedily
from her.
With a satisfied tummy and not shivering anymore, Katomo had uttered his
name when she asked and fell to sleep next to this unknown female.
Well, time wore on. With the permission to raise the pup from the alpha,
a new mateship had formed. Tribuke and Citali had together taken the
responsibility for the loner pup and as Katomo grew, they taught him all
they could to provide him a safe and fruitful life.
Kato had long forgotten his parents and the bear attack. He had made
friends and wreaked havoc on the quiet packlands. Bree and him had
clicked almost immediately, neither knowing really that the other didn't
belong there. Misfits unknowing but drawn together. Games turned into
training and slowly Kato had unfortunately become unfavored by the alpha
male at the time. Kierno.
At eight months of age, he had defied Kierno's direct order and instead
took off to Caller's Ridge. Bree later met him and they spoke for a
while of exploring new lands. Neither knew that Bree wasn't allowed out
of Silver Mountain, as they did not know of a treaty formed between the
generation before them. Curious minds often were started by innocent
intentions.
However, their plots were spoiled when Kierno and Tribuke showed up.
Kato recieved a beating and still defiant, he was quickly banned from
the packlands. Disbelief was written over the faces of the wolves
gathered, save for Kierno. Tribuke immediately protested the banishment
of his son, and it was that day Kato found out he was not the REAL son
of Tribuke and Citali. His world shattered, for the very first time to
his knowing anyways, he fled the packlands and sobbed in the unclaimed
for a day or two.
After meeting Kierno that night, who had been kicked out upon losing a
match with a packmember named Shelus, Kato had new sights in mind. He
had heard of the 'nasty' Outlanders and travelled towards their lands.
Chaundra, part of the treaty that she had been forced to give up her
first born Bree in exchange for Kierno's first born Ashkii had taken
interest in Kato. She had met him at the borders and learning of his
friendship with Bree she happily accepted the whelp into the pack for
information alone. Katomo had shed his birth name and instead introduced
himself as Tusani when she had questioned his name.
He started a new life, with new purpose in the Outlands. And with a
final look back, he began his fateful adventure. Within the outlands, he
met Ashkii and Kiloni. They were 'siblings' but looked nothing alike. Of
course he and Ashkii, being of same hue and color, had befriended and
the two became a recklace force. Tusani was growing, his mixed pelt was
now more defined and he was very much now a blonde wolf.
Ashkii had run away from the Outlands and being completely and utterly
alone, Tusani fled his new home when he was just over a year old. He
wanted to know the truth. He wanted to find his parents.
Travelling he became a loner. His sides thinned greatly as he wasn't the
best at catching food, it was lucky for him he ran into Zacytheus. A old
male without the pleasure of children or family. The rogue took a shine
to the blonde yearling and took him under his personal tutilage.
They had together, found Tusani's parents. A small pack miles and miles
away from the Outlands. A peaceful little place called Shaedon. He was
welcomed with tears and gleeful barks. The prince had returned! Carter
and Tian were thrilled to see their son again. Several had returned home
after a while and it was one more they didn't have to suffer the thought
of having died that horrific day.
Being home, with wolves that accepted him and took interest in him was
great. Tusani really enjoyed himself, however something was dreadfully
pulling him away. He missed something. The outlands? Not really. Bree?
Okay yea a little, but not what was pulling him. What was making his
nights sleepless, was having not heard the finicky pickings of a lady
pup. Kiloni.
He had spent four good months in his home when he addressed both his
parents and told them he would respectfully decline his right of
passage. As alpha heir. They had talked long and hard and he explained
what had kept him up. He didn't want to wonder and they said their
farewells. Zacytheus had decided to stay in Shaedon, having found a nice
older female that served his interests. With a respectful farewell,
Tusani set his course for the Outlands.
A long travel had been worth it. He had met Kiloni in the unclaimed and
the two had frollicked quite childishly together. He wound up fishing
her up on his back and carried her MUCH larger body to the borders.
Ouch. But he was strong and more able to do such a task now. Meeting
with ranked male, he was accepted into the packlands after a while.
Time rolled on and Tusani was becoming more and more knowledgable. He
found out about the treaty, and Bree had moved to Outlands. Finally a
face he enjoyed to see. Turning two years old, Tusani had asked Kiloni
to mate with him and the stubborn hard a** female had accepted. But it
was a match made in the firey tombs of hell itself. And was never meant
to work. Tusani loved her and Kiloni loved him, yet she was far too
stubborn to show such emotion to him freely.
Chaundra had returned to power with her mate and more puppies had come
into the picture. Tusani and Kiloni were suppose to bear pups when the
third winter came. But it never happened. Another pack had formed in the
region. One simply hellbent on annialating the other two peace packs.
Miranda had passed away from pupbirth, and Duchess and an old Outland
member had taken over. Mahlen Verkado. A very well known male within the
Outlands. Chaundra had been killed due to heart failure and with Zaron
stricken with grief, Tusani and Kiloni had stepped into power.
However, so did Ashkii of Silver Mountain. Not long after Mahlen and his
mate had murdered Zaron, Duchess had taken the one thing Tusani held
most dear to him. He had arrived in the unclaimed and the scene struck
him hard.
Duchess was towering over Kiloni's prone form. her neck snapped and
hanging in the alphess' jaws. Tusani charged forwards, emotion and anger
gripping him. Duchess would DIE! NOW! He was stopped but even to this
day, Tusani doesn't know why or who it was that did so. It was someone
of his pack, Tal? He wasn't sure, the whole day was a blur. But the
grudge on his heart grew strong. Duchess had to die.
He mourned the loss of his beautiful mate, and several months later,
Izion, Kiloni's half sister had swooned the brute into mateship. That
spring, she had given him two strong males. The first he had named after
his mentor, Zacytheus, and the second they named Dhreleon. And two twin
girls which they had decided to name Serenity and Elysia. Pure angelic
names to suit their milky white pelt colors. However, there was no time
for dwelling on pups. A war was at paw.
A war was greatly reigning down on the region. And finally several
battles would finish the onslaught. Leading the attack against Crimson
Valley, the plan was to provide a third group enough time to snag the
pups said to have been born in Crimson Valley to Duchess and Mahlen.
They would aid Silver Mountain and the Outlands in basic blackmail to
coax Crimson Valley into submitting.
There, he met Rika. Tusani was jumped by two wolves. And savagely they
attacked him. Rika, a very deadly female, had attacked his legs and
damaged his back ankles severely. But the rest to him was a blur. It
wasn't until Kierno had howled for everyone to gather, that Crimson
Valley retreated and Tusani picked himself up and helped Kasil (Silver
Mountain Alphess) towards the new meeting area. Both had been clobbered
and nearly killed had the other hadn't been there to save each other.
They arrived at the meeting, and saw it. A spectacularily horrendous
site. Kierno and several other wolves were standing up on rocks, holding
captive desperate puplings. Each was crying severely out to their
parents and his eyes moved to where Mahlen and Duchess were standing,
their faces stoney and unphazed. Peace was made and the pups were taken
captive.
Months later, Tusani's heels had healed up as much as they would ever.
Fully healed, but he walked now with a permanent limp and they stung
whenever he got stressed or ran too much or thought of the war. The pups
taken from Crimson Valley were separated. Two, Mitzi and Arique, dwelled
with him, while the other three males dwelled with Ashkii in Silver
Mountain. They were treated as servants to the royal family. Tusani was
firm with them, and demanded respect from all the pups, especially them,
however he did have a heart and let them play occationally.
If there was a weakness that a wolf could prey on to gain the alpha's
attention, it laid in the four small souls of his children. Each was his
own weakness, and his fifth weakness was his beautiful Izion. Ooh and
she knew it too, those eyes. Tusani loved his family, there was peace in
the packlands. Silver Mountain and Outlands were at a crossroads, but so
far they together travelled on allied paths. Crimson Valley, had been
dealt with, or so he thought. For now anyways. From what he had heard,
Mahlen had been killed, happy days! And Duchess, sources told him, had
fled.
Everything was far too perfect, but there came a day in the late of
summer that again struck horror into the alpha's heart. Aging him far
beyond his years, and a memory of his lost treasure resurfacing. His
children had been playing, all four beautiful to a father's eyes. But
one, escaped his sight. Tusani had turned for a single moment to take up
a conversation with his beta at that time. Speaking briskly on topics
that would escape him now. It didn't matter, the point was, he was not
paying attention. His attention regained, Tusani got to his feet, sure
he had only missed the six month old pup. He must be hiding. One...
Two... Three... he counted in his head, spying his other three romping
around and his daughters trying to best each other in a brawl. But no
Dhreleon...
"Wait here.." He barked at his Beta and jumped down on the grass. "Zac,
Rini, Ely, where is your brother?" He asked the three pups who had
stopped to reguard their father. instantly their heads turned this and
that.
"He was just here a second ago dad." Rini had piped up, now
on her feet next to Tusani, looking around. His oldest son snorkled a
remark.
"Hope he didn't get lost." But Tusani growled
disapprovingly and watched Zac melt on the grass. Tusani howled for
Dhreleon to come and quickly picked up his scent ordering the others to
stay with the beta. Not willing to argue they did just that. Tusani
prowled quite aways from the playgrounds, and came upon a small field.
What he saw in that field would haunt him forever. And that night there
was grief in the Velorin family that spread through the packlands. Howls
that night, dedicated to the late prince of Outlands. Dhreleon, had been
mauled, two lynx cubs now lay dead. A payment to the parents for taking
his beloved boy away. Tusani had sought solitude, a need to be alone.
His young heart, aged so far beyond his years and again, for the third
time in his short lifespan he felt old. The weight piled back on his
shoulders. The death of his son had ripped off bandages that covered the
wound from when he had lost his Kiloni. Sure she was not the perfect of
mates, but he loved her dearly, and saw so much of her in Izion that
sometimes it scared him.
Tusani lived his life for a few months, and had learned to smile again.
Watching his children and helping them deal with loss and death as best
as he could. He knew they had hurt, and that their hearts wouldn't mend
fully, ever, but he kept them strong. Urging them to laugh again, and to
play, to explore. But perhaps his rules became far more intense on the
little ones. Well, not so little anymore he supposed. He would never
leave them, and would always be there to protect his children... Or so
he had thought..
Zacytheus had begged his father many many many MANY days to go out and
about. Show him the ropes of life. And so finally one particularily warm
morning, Tusani woke his oldest son and now his only son, and dragged
him out of the den. He had smiled a very forfilling smile as he watched
Izion lick their Zac and send him off with him. The father and son pair
moved about the packlands, Tusani explaining and talking most of the way
while his yound small son tried to keep up. His legs just weren't that
long yet!
They had crossed the border line and Tusani took his son to the fields
where he had been discovered so long ago, by Citali. And stories were
told, they were there a good hour before something painfully sharp
exploded through Tusani's shoulder. He had been on his feet in a heart
beat having heard something, but the next second the wolf was on the
ground, agonizing pain exploding through him. "RUN!" He barked painfully
to his son, desperation in his fuzzy eyes as Tusani tried to get back to
his feet. Fighting the pain.
Dumbstruck, Zac was frozen and yelped when his father had. Within a
matter of moments, the little pup found himself closed in a cage, and
his father's bleeding limp body the last of his memories. He was now the
prize of dog ring fighters. A pup that would be forced to use his
natural wild behavoir to win many fights. A future of starvation and
blood thirst.. For Tusani? He was left in the feilds, he was nearly
three years old, too old to tame and train for good decent matches.
Instead left to die, the hunters robbing him of his child, and his
family of him and Zac. Blackness consumed the doomed alpha. Bleeding and
left to his unawakened dreams of his family.
Or that's what was thought.
Tusani had woken several days later in a camp a few miles away from
Outlands borderlines. He heard so many strange noises and sounds, and
there was a stink he couldn't imagine. His body was numb but seemed to
be recovering, and he noticed himself locked in a very comfortable pen.
There was a tag stapled to his ear that didn't hurt, supposed done when
he had arrived.
Valiant, though he didn't realise it, was what they had decided to call
the blond wolf. A survivor of illegal poaching. The camp had been set up
a few weeks before Tusani's attack as a local animal rights and ranger
squad post had heard of these poachers in the area. Slowly, they nursed
Tusani back to health. His wounds were severe and it was nearly eight
months before he was allowed back into the wild. He was treated
respectfully and the humans allowed him live rabbits to chase and catch
so not to hinder his hunting instincts.
Tusani was now on a fast track home. The day he had been shot, now a
blurred unsure memory, he had to go home. He had to find out. Izion.
Zac. Serenity. Elysia. He had to know. And his beloved packlands, what
of them.. It took him til the spring to find his way back to the
unclaimed territory. What then... What now as he discovers the fate of
his family, and his packlands... What now...[/align]
By many wolves I am known as Tusani Velorin
I was once a proud fighter of the Outlands
Now, I am nothing more then a loner
My heart once belonged to Izion..
My blood carries on inside Zacytheus, Dhreleon(Dead), Elysia(MIA), and Serenity(MIA)
I have suffered this world for 6 years
~Together we are strong..~
~*~Others~*~
Zacytheus Velorin ~ Outlands ~ 3 years old
Isruma Novias ~ Silver Mountain ~ Just born
Lands of old, open
Magi=Water, Laani=Damn, Samahani=Sorry 