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Sleep 🌱 (#44085) View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-17 17:34:29	Main Roleplay Thread PLEASE DO NOT TALK ABOUT ANYTHING HERE, THIS IS FOR CHARACTER SHEETS ONLY, EVERY REPLY WILL NOTIFY A MODERATOR. IF YOU WILL REPLY WITH A NON CHARACTER SHEET, THIS WILL BE TREATED AS SPAM. Rules └──────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ · All of Lioden's rules apply. · Minimum of three sentences per character per post. · High ranks must be approved by me, ranks lower than Delta excluding Healer do not need approving. · You may have as many characters as you like, but may only start with three high ranking characters. · Dogs may have deformities (i.e. blind, missing limbs, dwarfism, etc.) as long as they stay within realistic limits. They cannot have super powers. · Only dogs and coyote/wolf-dog hybrids are allowed, no pure wolves/coyotes or other species of animal. · God-modding, mary-sues or unrealistic characters/circumstances are prohibited. · Gore, sensitive topics, birthing and mating are to be censored properly or not mentioned at all. Once your characters become mates, they will be given the option of pups after one week. · Allow for at least two people to reply to the thread before posting again. If no one replies within 24 hrs, you may post again. . If you do not respond to the roleplay thread within two weeks your characters will be presumed dead, unless you post in OOC that you will be missing. · More rules will be added if needed. Roles └──────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ Abolition Leader(s): Synopy, Likaen. Closed. Beta: Reo. Closed. Delta: Zeno. Closed. Scouts: Caesar, 2x Open. Healer: Ferrer. Closed. Warriors: Rye, Eostre, Sonya, Lyric, Open Unlimited. Subordinates: Dior, Open Unlimited. Elders: Open Unlimited. Pups: Open Unlimited. Insurgent Leader(s): Aramis. Closed. Beta: Isa. Closed. Delta: Osiris. Closed. Scouts: Fang, Celestia, Araceli. Closed. Healer: Konstantine. Closed. Co-healer: Raymond. Closed. Warriors: Jonah, Koroneis, Open Unlimited. Subordinates: Open Unlimited. Elders: Open Unlimited. Pups: Cassiopeia, Open Unlimited. Onus Leader(s): Quillon. Closed. Beta: Shadow. Closed. Delta: Daivik. Closed. Scouts: Bishop. Closed. Healer: Mariah. Closed. Warriors: Copper, Lyrik, 2x Open. Subordinates: Brandy, 1x Open. Elders: Open Unlimited. Pups: Artemis, Journey, Aranea, Jethro, Open Unlimited. Loners Kardama, Being, Roland, Selkie, Vanadis. Luxnas, Liana, Shatter, Sonnet, Simeon. Fadeyka, Open. Deceased Once your dog(s) die there is no way to revive them. You are welcome to make a new character if you'd like to continue in the rp! Constantly killing/reviving characters could cause confusion for everyone, and prolonged inactivity can hinder the plot! Thank you for your patience! Predators/Prey └──────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ Predators Brown Bear [Rare] [Highly Dangerous] Wolves [Common] [Highly Dangerous] Wolverine [Rare] [Highly Dangerous] Raccoon Dog [Rare] [Least Concern] Coyotes [Common] [Mild Threat] Lynx [Uncommon] [Mild Threat] Cougar [Rare] [Highly Dangerous] Badger [Rare] [Mild Threat] Fox [Rare] [Least Concern] Prey Deer [Uncommon] Moose [Rare] Horse [Uncommon] Rabbit [Common] Rats [Common] Beaver [Rare] Wild Boar [Common] Reindeer [Rare] Bison [Uncommon] Fish [Common] Form └──────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ This is only a template, feel free to add or move things to your liking. Delete everything in parentheses. Name: Gender: Breed(s): (Remember, these are stray dogs. Purebreds would be quite rare.) Age: Pack: Rank: Sexuality: Relationships: (Friends, enemies, etc.) Mate: Family: (Relatives and pups.) Personality: Appearance: (Photo and/or Description.) History: Other: You have liked this post! 0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 03/12/21 @ 01:05:22 by Anarch ★ (#43404)

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Name: Simeon
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed [Weimaraner/Vizsla/Rhodesian Ridgeback/Newfoundland]
Age: 1 year and 7 months
Pack: N/A [temporary! will join onus or insurgent later]
Rank: Loner
Orientation: Minromantic/Minsexual, Polyamorous

Relationships: [open to friends and lovers, contact ooc]

Family: [open to biological siblings, contact ooc]

Personality: Simeon is a clever, lively dog who is most often viewed as outgoing. He is rather well-mannered at times and is very decisive, though he is known to rebel when rules get in the way of his goal. He is trusting of most dogs and only ever views somebody as a threat when they endanger the likelihood of him getting something he wants, leading to him often being perceived as greedy by those who watch him closely. Which, in fact, he is. When he wants something, he knows just how to get it, and will go to almost any length to receive it. Along with him being covetous, he is very egocentric, rarely considering other's feelings unless it benefits him. However, sneaking your way into being on his good side isn't the hardest thing to do. As long as a dog proves themself trustworthy, having him hold them on a pedestal is quite easy.

Appearance: [image] Brightly colored feathers and plants are often woven into his fur. He also likes to adorn himself in old human jewelry he finds on his endeavors.

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History: Simeon was born to his mother in an all-female pack, and was later passed on to his father after he was weaned. His father, a peaceful, jovial individual, raised him as well as he could. Despite this, the young dog still seemed to turn out somewhat twisted, and left shortly after his first winter began. He braved the disastrous weather alone, searching for a pack to join. During his search, he has found that he has an infatuation with shiny and colorful items, and often goes to great lengths to obtain these flashy objects to make himself stand out more. He has recently come across the three packs known as Abolition, Onus, and Insurgent, and certain members have come to pique his interest.

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Name: Zeno
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed [Standard Poodle/Russian Terrier]
Age: 2 years and 11 months
Pack: Abolition
Rank: Delta
Orientation: Homoromantic/Bisexual

Relationships: [open to friends and lovers, contact ooc]

Family: [open to biological siblings, contact ooc]

Personality: Despite being somewhat arrogant in nature, Zeno does seem rather laid-back and easygoing most of the time, sometimes comedic or snarky when he speaks. Despite his higher-ranking position, he never takes advantage of his power for personal gain, only using his authority when ordered by one of the leaders or the Beta. He shows respect towards his superiors, yet quite a bit of hubris and egotism towards anyone else. He is, however, an opportunist who is sometimes willing to use blackmail or extortion to manipulate others-- though it isn't something he usually resorts to. Despite this, he is genuinely appreciative when opponents comply, showing that he acts out out of desparation rather than malice. He appears to be very loyal to his pack, and even worries for their wellbeing, though he does sometimes question his authorities. Whenever he fails or hinders a mission, the dog may show signs of anxiety towards the idea that the leaders could replace him and is desperate to get back in their good graces. Despite his laid-back persona, he appears to be easily annoyed when things don't go his way. He also seems to have a fascination with other packs, despite their rivalry. He seems to have a soft side as well, being visibly affected by another when they turn their back on him, and genuinely care for any new companions.

Appearance: [image] It is hard to notice, but the faint imprint of a collar on his neck can be seen. He also has a few scars scattered throughout his fur.

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History: Born to a lone, poodle mother within the confines of a human nest, Zeno was raised to see humans and all other dogs as friends. Shortly after he turned a year old, he was given to another human that he liked very much. However, this good time did not last, as he was dumped on the side of a Chernobyl road only a few months later. Though a very spoiled dog who had never truly had to care for himself, he adapted quickly, and his intimidating size certainly came in handy more than once. He took his time learning the ropes and withstood the cruelty of this new world without batting an eye. He happened across Abolition and proved himself worthy to the pack rather quickly, though some still distrusted him, later joining as a warrior. The sturdy dog climbed the ranks quickly, first becoming a Scout, then Delta. He hopes to soon become pack Beta, and later on Leader, but he knows that he is still young and has to wait his turn.

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NAME:
Lyric

AGE:
3 Years

GENDER:
Female [She/Her]

ORIENTATION:
Bisexual

BREED:
80% Eurasian Wolf | 10% West Siberian Laika | 10% East European Shepherd.

PACK:
Abolition

RANK:
Warrior

APPEARANCE:
Sleek, lithe, and angular, Lyric stands tall — a creature built for speed and precision over brute force. Standing over any average canine with the musculature to match. The sharpness of her face and frame betrays a lifetime of ferality, and extremities corded with muscle only reinforce this notion. She carries herself in a prowl, the stance of an ambush predator; her neck straight, shoulders high, and head pitched low, yet she is hardly one to bow — never afraid to raise herself above another. Lyric’s gait is reminiscent of her stance: a serpentine, flowing stroll and an effortless run. (Threading and weaving amidst any terrain with ease.)

A lean form is wrapped by a medium-length, monochrome coat; a dark grey streaked by silver in distinctive, symmetrical lines. This silvery color extends from her skull to her sides and legs in jagged lines and subtle gradients. These monochrome hues are emphasized by the piebald coloration that splatters across the rest of her extremities, spreading across each of her limbs and splashing upon her face in blotchy, cloudlike blotches.

PERSONALITY:
Alignment: ??? | Myers-Briggs: ENTJ | Enneagram: 8w7

Lyric possesses a practical and highly composed demeanor; a skilled tactician and strategist well-versed in the art of combat. She’s more than capable of outmaneuvering her opponents to drive them straight into her claws, cultivating backup plans upon backup plans, yet favoring an offensive combat style that makes full use of her inherent lethality. Her competence in this regard lends to an easy self-assuredness that pervades nearly every action. As such, Lyric bears an effortless aptitude for sociability, but she prefers to keep a reserved and composed demeanor, mysterious by nature in order to maintain a certain level of both respect and fear. Never one to reveal more information than she necessarily has to. (Though her tongue will loosen for a price, of course, be it a favor or otherwise.) She’s quick to take the reins in any scenario, and when given the opportunity to exercise her own will, she becomes determined to succeed or overwork herself with a single-minded intensity trying, though she’d hate to toss herself into any unnecessary pain.

Lyric is very self-restrained and calm, and this demeanor stays true even when it becomes necessary to make grandiose statements or violent threats. She is straightforward in her gravitas, always one to make her terms known without beating around the bush. However, this does not mean an inability for kindness — when situations are calm, there’s a certain civility to her, able to acknowledge peaceful alternatives to her proposals as long as it doesn’t interfere with her goals. More than willing to do good if it contributes to her own benefit. When around the few that she truly claims as friends, Lyric’s reserved nature seems to diminish, and she becomes notably more light-hearted, conversations rife with light jokes and easy banter. A surprisingly charismatic force.

Lyric proves heavily motivated by control, never one to let herself feel helpless or weak even in pursuit of her own goals. Despite her people skills, she wants to be able to handle how she does things, so she prefers to work independently rather than submit to a direct authority. (Pack dynamics are something she tolerates, yet hardly enjoys. For now.) Being controlled or manipulated is a notion that she’ll swiftly bare her teeth at, but holding command is something that she recognizes the value of all too well. Lyric knows the worth of attachments — and how easily one can be controlled by them, though she refuses to be commandeered by them herself and is thereby careful to remain distant from others. (Only she can pull the strings.) Lyric constantly seeks to expand her reach and influence, even beyond Abolition’s borders. Outsiders are met with curious eyes and a honey-sweet tongue.

HISTORY:
TW; murder, starvation, homicidal thoughts, exploitation.
Spoilered due to length.

ISOLATION
Lyric’s story began in the depths of the Siberian wilderness, within the wintry depths of forest untouched by man or machine alike. Though they were bred and born where survival was not a given, the Wood Dwellers lived as peacefully as they could; prey was neither bountiful nor barren, but they lived content in their little corner of an ever-expanding realm. It was Lyric, her parents, her older siblings, her uncle, and her beloved litter-sister: Sonnet. An ensemble of seven — a harmonious reality unburdened by strife or bloodshed.

Until the Order of the Crows came, murder in their eyes and blood on their teeth.

Seven became three: Lyric, Sonnet, and their uncle, Fadeyka. As brave as his namesake; entirely prepared to sacrifice his life to chase a too-tentative hope for their safety. And it worked, though not in the way he had hoped. Subdued and humiliated in front of his nieces, Fadeyka was labeled an omega — a slave in all but name — while Lyric and Sonnet were taken away and forcibly drafted into the Order’s ranks as soldiers, made to work themselves to the bone in order to fulfill their leader’s desire of ruling the entirety of Siberia. A tyrannical regime that they were powerless to stop unless they wanted to end up like their ill-fated family.

Lyric knew, without a single doubt in their mind, that staying with the Order was death. So, she left.

It was hardly a spur-of-the-moment decision, of course. Months of careful machinations, familiarizing herself with the territory and her packmates alike. And, of course, consulting with the one as equally discontent as she: Sonnet. Yet, the reaction Lyric expected was hardly the one she gained; in Sonnet’s mind, to give up the (uncertain) safety of staying with the Order was better than the prospect of freedom, and that to leave was unrealistic — they would be hunted down, killed without doubt, and Fadeyka (a withered shell of his former self, driven to near-emancipation by the brutal ministrations of the pack) was too weak to make the journey regardless. Lyric was firm in the belief that they could escape — she had a plan, she could make it work, she always did — but Sonnet believed that, somehow, they could take the Order down from the inside. The long game.

Impossible. And what else — who else — would they lose along the way?

So, amid a hunting patrol, Lyric saw her opportunity and she took it, using the brown bear as a distraction as she took a plunge in the nearby river, letting it carry her far, far away from the cursed lands that had taken nearly everything but their lives.

BARGAINING
An unknown amount of time later, Lyric would pull herself to shore, frozen to the bone and with more water in her lungs than she would have otherwise preferred, but free.

While her litter-sister, the one she shared everything with (almost everything, now), continued to suffer under the Order’s tyrannical paw.

There, upon that riverbank, birthed an almost-fervent determination: get help, lest the lives of everyone she ever cared for became forfeit.

Lyric, ribs stark beneath her pelt, spent the first month traveling in circles, legs burning and voice running hoarse by repeating the same story to wary wanderers who had no means to aid; perpetually on the verge of mania as she spent her days scaring off those with malicious intent and gaining a scar or two as recompense. (Was this her penance?)

Around a month or two in, Lyric had found her salvation — or so she believed. A small, non-traditional pack that took her under their wing, crooning honey-sweet promises of the help she so desired. It only took a fortnight of hard, unreimbursed labor to realize they had no intention of keeping their vow; they were nothing but a group of exploiters that gathered the weary and used them for their own benefit. Embittered by this realization, it took another fortnight to devise a plan to rid herself of them, head muddled with thoughts too vicious for anyone else’s good, and by the end of it all, she walked out of the territory unchallenged — murder fading from her eyes and blood drying around her teeth.

This incident opened Lyric’s eyes. She ceased her frenzied search for aid. This wasn’t some idyllic fantasy like the ones that Fadeyka used to tell; she would not be a white knight that came to save the day — she didn’t think she could. Never truly. She wasn’t a hero and she refused to die like one, too. (And there was hardly a soul in the depths of the forest that would risk themselves to take down the Order of the Crow, of all regimes. No one that could.)

ACCEPTANCE
From there on out, Lyric cemented her reputation as a force to be reckoned with. Amassing allies just for the sake of having them; doing favors and collecting them, too. Over time, she gained a network. A not-empire born from an interconnected web of favors, threaded by knowledge of the leverage she had so meticulously composed over the span of months. Perhaps at one point, there would have been something within her that niggled at the thought of utilizing others in this manner, but another, greater part of her preened. Finally, she could pull the strings.

Over time, Lyric grew content. Complacent. Later, as no one grew to dispute her, bored.

Word spreads quickly in the forest; murmurs carried across the wind for any ear to behold. More than a year into her lifestyle as a loner, collecting and schmoozing and deceiving, she received the news — from mouth to mouth to mouth — that Caden, leader of the Order of the Crow, had perished in a brutal fight, tossed down by once-comrades and then left to rot upon the earth.

Perhaps that was what did it, snapping the invisible chain that had left Lyric tethered to an increasingly-monotonous existence. She had no roots to tie her down, and anyone that could be doubtlessly long-dead (or worse). This forest had too many bad memories; too many out to get her.

The City of Pripyat was something that had piqued her interest for months, now. Maybe it was time to leave. So, the day after receiving the news, she strode into a decadent, dying city, head held high.

These city dogs were intriguing. Struggling to survive in a land where all odds were stacked against them. A faction barred to the city, another in the forest, a third forced to wander the grey area between the two, and, of course, the outcasts.

Lyric joined Abolition for the protection of a larger alliance at her back. And if worse comes to worst, she knew how to make a dramatic exit.

CONNECTIONS:
SONNET - Litter Sister
Her other half. As pups, there was scarcely a moment that the two of them didn’t share. Thicker than thieves from the very moment they opened their eyes. Until the Order of the Crow came, tearing apart their bond until resentment and bitterness were all that remained.

Sonnet could have followed. They would have made it work, with Uncle too. Why didn’t she? They could have been together. Free. Lyric remains hurt by this. She is unsure if Sonnet still lives, but in the best-case scenario, thoughts of reconciliation are muddled at best.

FADEYKA - Maternal Uncle
The fun uncle. The one that let her and Sonnet get away with things whenever their parents wouldn’t. A withered shell of his former self. A barely-recognizable caricature. Lyric left before she could see things get worse, and a part of her is grateful for this fact.

OTHER:
- Lyric has piebaldism.

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Gender
Female

Breed
Australian Shepherd

Age:
3 years and 11 months

Pack:
Insurgent

Rank
Healer
Sexuality
Aro/Ace

Relationships

Scouts- She usually treats them after their hunts and patrols, has no deeper connection to each of them. Raymond tries to make small talk, but it ends up being awkward.

Warriors- Raymond does also not have any deeper connections towards the warriors. She gives up on trying to talk and does her work quickly around them.

Isa- Raymond knew Isa before the accident, she tries to re-connect to her but always given a cold shoulder.

Mate
N/A.

Family
Vivianne (Mother)
Disappeared.

( Has no family members that she knows of. )

Personality
She is a very quiet person, tries to make small talk but fails to. Raymond seems nervous when being approached and a bit skittish. Raymond always agrees with another person, easy to convince since she doesn't want to argue. The dogs she used to know had disappeared and the only dog that was left was Isa, she tries to re-connect to her because of her abandonment issues. She does not handle being scolded and yelled at from her fragile personality.

History ( TW: Cannibalism and Violence )

Raymond basically grew up with Isa, she always followed her around like a excited little puppy. She was a playful kid in her puphood and tried to ignore the killings that went on in the group. Raymond had abandonment issues from her mother which left the group with some others, who knows if they survived out there.

Raymond joined Isa when she left as well, although she could not fight so Isa could not find any purpose of her joining her pack. But she had a bit of knowledge about herbs and medicine also having strong memory. Isa let her join as a healer, in the present Raymond is still trying to re-connect to her.

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Name
Fadeyka

Age
6 years old

Gender
Cis Male – He/Him

Orientation
Heterosexual

Breed
80% Eurasian Wolf | 20% West Siberian Laika

Pack & Rank
Loner

Appearance
A mostly light gray wolf, Fadeyka also sports black flecks running from the back of his neck all the way down to his tail, where it thickens to make the top half of his tail completely black. He also has bits of brown mixed in with his pelt, on his knees, between his ears, on his ears, and even a line down the bridge of his muzzle to his black nose. Upon his face are two deep, dark brown eyes that show the warmth of a summer’s day.

His frame was once like any other Eurasian wolf, but now it is skinny, far leaner than a healthy wolf should be, his legs more like sticks. A once thick coat, gleaming in the sun, now lays dull against his skin. A tail that once was held high now remains limp most of the time, as if there were barely any joy left to enjoy in this life. The only thing that doesn’t seem to have changed are his eyes, except when new canines approach. Then they become hollow and wary.

Personality
There was once a time when Fadeyka was a happy, almost carefree wolf. He was active, running and playing with his nieces, or at least as best he could with his previous leg injury, telling them stories and keeping them entertained as their parents and older siblings went out hunting. There was nothing more joyous to him than watching his precious nieces grow up. It was truly a time where he could be a kind, peaceful wolf like he wanted to be, like he truly was deep down in his marrow.

Things changed after the Order, though. Though he clung to his amiable nature, it shrunk into him. He became more alert, not that it did him any good; he still got bitten and snarled at constantly. It was hard to keep calm, and at some point it stopped being calm and started just being depression. There was no way out for him. Even if there had been, he was too loyal to Sonnet and Lyric to leave them alone with the Order. It pained him to go from being such a cheerful wolf to being dour, tail between his legs, sniffling from the way he was treated as an Omega.

Now when any new canine approaches, he’s wary. His eyes won’t leave them, and anxiety radiates off him in waves. It’s almost gotten to a point where he’s asocial with anyone outside of Sonnet, though he tries, for her sake. And with where they are now, he doubts there will ever be a chance for him or Sonnet to act like a childish pup ever again.

Backstory
Is Long
TW; pup death via illness, murder, torture, humiliation, starvation, abusive treatment of youngsters.

Fadeyka was born in the Siberian wilderness with his sister and brother. They lived a generally peaceful life in the taiga, with the only real hardship being food in some months and a leg injury that he ended up sustaining while hunting. The Altai wapiti was weakening, and he went for a leg. When he realized it was poising itself to kick, he jumped out of the way. It still partly connected, and left a lasting injury where the bone ended up healing wrong. At first he thought that he would have to remain with their parents for the rest of their lives, but his sister actually invited him to come with her when she found a mate and planned on moving farther north. Fadeyka gratefully took the opportunity, and found he absolutely loved helping to raise puppies. The first litter had two pups, both of who grew big and strong. The second, the one with Sonnet and Lyric, had a third pup, but he unfortunately died. All three pups had become ill, and despite everything they tried, the male pup died that frigid winter.

Life had been good up until this point. He played with his nieces, he watched over them, but it would come to a screeching stop when a gigantic pack invaded their territory. There was no mercy. He stood in front of the girls’ den, staring as his sister and her mate were viciously torn apart, then his niece and nephew that he had helped raise before Sonnet and Lyric. Their blood seeped into the ground, staining it with the memory of how this horrendous pack slaughtered them. Even after seeing all this, he refused to let the intruders get to his nieces; they would not be killed like the rest of the family had. He snarled and snapped at the enemy wolves, causing them to chuckle. They knew just as well as he did that he stood no chance. Instead of killing him, they pinned him down and pissed on him, saying they were marking him as their own now. They said they were the Order of the Crow, and that Fadeyka, Sonnet, and Lyric were now their prisoners.

The new pack was strange to all of them, larger than any pack they had ever seen. Very few of the wolves within were related, and they were led by a tyrant by the name of Caden. Once they were brought into the Order’s establishment, the monstrous Caden made it clear what he wanted: to rule as much of Siberia as he could. To do it, he was collecting young wolves to brainwash into doing his bidding. Any that seemed too dangerous were killed. Fadeyka, of course, was not put in the training program that Sonnet and Lyric were thrown in to; no, he was made an omega, and he was pushed around, snapped at, bitten, and sometimes other humiliating things were done to him. He tried to stay positive. He tried to remain the same wolf he had always been for his nieces. But he couldn’t. More and more, with barely eating and being tormented daily, his body grew gaunt and his eyes grew hollow. There was no joy left in those deep brown orbs anymore. As it was, he barely ever saw his nieces.

Then one day one of his nieces, Lyric, disappeared. He only found out because of how enraged some of the pack had become over it. They growled something about how the tracks had led to the river, then disappeared. For the first time in months, a glimmer appeared in Fadeyka’s eye. One of his nieces had escaped! She might actually have a chance to live a better life, away from the hell he and Sonnet were still living in. There was hope in his heart that Sonnet would do the same. Even if it meant he would be left there, alone, it would have been worth it for them both to get away. Only, that’s not what happened. Sonnet threw herself into training, becoming more and more vicious. The times he saw her, she was looking less and less like the pup he had helped raise. It hurt him down to his core to see her like this.

***

Time continued on. Fadeyka watched from the sidelines as Sonnet became a renowned member of the Order. Where had he gone wrong? Was there nothing he could have done to keep her from turning into such a monster? Not only that, but then he got word that she would be mated to Kazimir, the tyrant Caden’s son. It was Kazimir himself that had come to tell Fadeyka, before biting into his side and causing Fadeyka to cry out. He didn’t want his niece mated to such a brute, but what choice did he have? None. He had no say in this pack, and he had no say in Sonnet’s life. He just hoped that somehow, some way, the pups they had would realize that this was wrong and would steer the pack in the right direction. It was the only hope he had left to cling to, as more and more went wrong and things spiraled out of control. It even got to the point where his dreams were mocking him, showing him the two girls when they were pups chasing him around and pouncing on his tail, listening to his stories… the things that would never happen again, the things he wished had never ended.

He was oblivious to what Sonnet was up to. He had no clue that she had a plan. At this point, Sonnet had stopped speaking to him. Fadeyka was a mere husk of who he once was, his soul almost as hollow as his stomach. They fed him only enough to keep him alive. By now the Order had gotten used to having a scapegoat that they could take out all of their frustrations on, so they were careful not to let him die. Even when they inflicted bad wounds, the healer would come out and fix him up so they could do it all again. It was a miserable life. A few times he caught sight of Sonnet with another wolf, a wolf whose name he would later learn was Vera. He never did try to call out to them. He felt like he saw shame in Sonnet’s eyes the last time they had looked at him, and he didn’t want to make her feel that. It was shameful, wasn’t it, to have an uncle that couldn’t even break out of the omega position? Even though he knew full well that there was nothing he could do to ever get out of this position, he began to put himself down over it. His brain was telling him it was his own fault, that if he had managed to attack one of the brutes back then that things would have been different, that maybe he would have been put through training and been able to keep in contact with his nieces. Of course, none of that was true.

Then came a day when Sonnet and Vera started a coup. He hadn’t seen it coming, but he wasn’t sad about it either. Caden deserved his death. Though the opposing side was smaller than the Order, once Caden had been murdered the rest of the wolves fell in line behind their new leader: Sonnet. Or so he thought. In that moment, Vera threw Sonnet down and declared herself the new leader of the Order. No one came to Sonnet’s defense. All of the wolves simply switched their loyalties immediately to Vera, and followed her as she sauntered off, leaving his niece to bleed out into the snow. He wasn’t sure who Vera was to Sonnet at the time, but he felt a burning in his chest for the way she had treated his niece. His body heavy and malnourished, he stumbled his way over to Sonnet and curled his thin body around her, doing his best to shield her from the cold as he tried to lick her wounds close. Even if she had given up on him long ago, he would never leave her side when she needed him.

***

He tended to Sonnet the best he could after they left the Order. Fadeyka had never been a great hunter, however, and now he was practically just bones, making it difficult for him to provide for them. Still, they found a way through scavenging corpses and using cheap but clever tricks to catch smaller game. Sonnet’s injuries began to heal and so did his own, and once they had grown in strength a bit they moved from the area, eager to leave the horrible past behind them. As they traveled, they came upon what remained of an abandoned city, known to the humans as Pripyat. There was something off about the place; the air felt heavier, the fog almost seemed alive, and the whole place sent shivers down his spine. If it hadn’t been for Sonnet deciding to use the building as shelter, he would have tucked tail and left the area without a second thought.

Unlike Sonnet, he was heavily wary of the canines around this abandoned town, and even more so once he found out there were packs. He worried that they would be like the Order of the Crow and they would be captured again. Sonnet seemed to have a plan though, and that alone gave him the tiny spark of hope he needed to trust her and stick with her despite the fact this place was eerie.

Connections

Sonnet
Niece
I’ll add more info later

Lyric
Niece
I’ll add more info later

Other
He’s a bit traumatized.

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