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S a m u e l D ' G a r s s i
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.: Male. .: Member of the Intrepidus. .: Deceased/unknown parents.
.: Ten months. .: Holds the rank of Apprentice Class II .: Younger brother of Anji.
.: 55% Canis lupus, 45% Hyaena Hyaena .: Desires no rank as of yet. .: Brother-in-law to Daren.
.: Scent of freshly burnt pine. .: Has held the ranks of Apprentice III .: Holds no family of own.
.: Male. .: Member of the Intrepidus. .: Deceased/unknown parents.
.: Ten months. .: Holds the rank of Apprentice Class II .: Younger brother of Anji.
.: 55% Canis lupus, 45% Hyaena Hyaena .: Desires no rank as of yet. .: Brother-in-law to Daren.
.: Scent of freshly burnt pine. .: Has held the ranks of Apprentice III .: Holds no family of own.
Biography
Samuel comes from a strange and forgotten family; a pack of an unknown name that used to roam the dry plains of Africa. The origins of this pack are pretty much unknown as no one knows where or how they even came to be. The alphess was a stronghearted striped hyena, quite larger than a normal sized hyena, and the alpha was a burly grey wolf. They didn't go by the technical terms of 'alpha' and 'alphess', but more of 'lady' and 'sir'.
How this pack started was also a great mystery; no one knows exactly why a grey wolf came over to Africa or how for that matter, and why it brought along three of its other packmates with it. This small cluster of wolves met up with the stronghearted striped hyena and her even smaller clan, which was three as well. They formed what humans would call a truce between small families until that truce was broken many months down the line by romance between the lead grey wolf and lead striped hyena.
And thus, a pack was born. And with it, the first mixture between a hyena and a grey wolf.
Samuel's story begins a little later, when he just turns one month. Still a youngling, he followed his mother and father around every time they returned back from a hunt or a small outing, but over time a few of the growing pack members noticed something off about the tiny dark grey pup. It was height, first of all: it was abnormally small, even to be considered a runt. Second was the distant look in his eyes and how his right eye always looked closed. The lady, noticing these things on her son, grew worried and took him to their shaman.
But he couldn't figure out what was wrong, either.
A few more weeks went by and Samuel turned two; he still had the distant look on his face, the strange right eye, he hadn't grown at all, and another problem appeared: his gait. Every time he walked his weight shifted over to his right side and made his left side go up in a limp. Again the lady sent him back to the shaman hoping to cure this problem, but just like before he still couldn't solve it. There were still no advances in medicine back then, and unless it was important one would have to travel halfway across Africa just to go see a witch doctor and hope they could fix it, too.
And that was something neither the lady or the sir wanted to do. So, they kept to their son and family. It would have been considered sweet at how they were willing to put with their young child's slow development, but all of the sweetness was gone after that second and final trip to their shaman. Samuel got ignored by his parents; the other members of the pack avoided him except for a few elders and mothers. No other pups that were born during his year wanted anything to do with him.
Two months of this; Samuel was four months when his entire world had finally come to an end. It wasn't taken seriously at first because he was still a toddler in the ages of a wolf, but now it had gotten to be ridiculous: he could hardly speak. Vowels were constantly pulling his tongue this way and that, constants paralyzed him, and sentences just couldn't form for nothing. He simply just couldn't speak. It was like his brain commanded him not to and every nerve in his tongue obeyed.
That was the final straw for his parents, for the pack, for everything in Samuel's life. "Leave." The simple word full of authority and not a trace of fatherly love was thrown into Samuel's face for the first--and last--time. "You're absolutely useless to us. You can't speak, can hardly walk, and you boast no strength upon on dwarf mass. Leave, and don't ever return here again. Or I'll kill you."
The father that had raised him now turned him away on a dime. The mother that had birthed him had dropped him without a hitch. The family he thought was his own now turned their backs on him. Stricken by guilt and fear of the unknown, Samuel ran away. A young four-month old mixed pup had taken to the wilderness on his own without any proper training. On several occasions he should have died (half the time he tried, but fear can be a wonderful thing sometimes) and on other occasions he thought about going back, thinking it was just some big massive joke.
But his father's words echoed in his ear like an ominous catholic bell, or the calls of a flock of crows. So for the rest of his life (until he had met up with another pack) he traveled across the great plains of Africa, where he picked up vital skills to survive and darker emotions that hardened him into the strange creature he is today.
End. stillsearchingforatheme.
How this pack started was also a great mystery; no one knows exactly why a grey wolf came over to Africa or how for that matter, and why it brought along three of its other packmates with it. This small cluster of wolves met up with the stronghearted striped hyena and her even smaller clan, which was three as well. They formed what humans would call a truce between small families until that truce was broken many months down the line by romance between the lead grey wolf and lead striped hyena.
And thus, a pack was born. And with it, the first mixture between a hyena and a grey wolf.
Samuel's story begins a little later, when he just turns one month. Still a youngling, he followed his mother and father around every time they returned back from a hunt or a small outing, but over time a few of the growing pack members noticed something off about the tiny dark grey pup. It was height, first of all: it was abnormally small, even to be considered a runt. Second was the distant look in his eyes and how his right eye always looked closed. The lady, noticing these things on her son, grew worried and took him to their shaman.
But he couldn't figure out what was wrong, either.
A few more weeks went by and Samuel turned two; he still had the distant look on his face, the strange right eye, he hadn't grown at all, and another problem appeared: his gait. Every time he walked his weight shifted over to his right side and made his left side go up in a limp. Again the lady sent him back to the shaman hoping to cure this problem, but just like before he still couldn't solve it. There were still no advances in medicine back then, and unless it was important one would have to travel halfway across Africa just to go see a witch doctor and hope they could fix it, too.
And that was something neither the lady or the sir wanted to do. So, they kept to their son and family. It would have been considered sweet at how they were willing to put with their young child's slow development, but all of the sweetness was gone after that second and final trip to their shaman. Samuel got ignored by his parents; the other members of the pack avoided him except for a few elders and mothers. No other pups that were born during his year wanted anything to do with him.
Two months of this; Samuel was four months when his entire world had finally come to an end. It wasn't taken seriously at first because he was still a toddler in the ages of a wolf, but now it had gotten to be ridiculous: he could hardly speak. Vowels were constantly pulling his tongue this way and that, constants paralyzed him, and sentences just couldn't form for nothing. He simply just couldn't speak. It was like his brain commanded him not to and every nerve in his tongue obeyed.
That was the final straw for his parents, for the pack, for everything in Samuel's life. "Leave." The simple word full of authority and not a trace of fatherly love was thrown into Samuel's face for the first--and last--time. "You're absolutely useless to us. You can't speak, can hardly walk, and you boast no strength upon on dwarf mass. Leave, and don't ever return here again. Or I'll kill you."
The father that had raised him now turned him away on a dime. The mother that had birthed him had dropped him without a hitch. The family he thought was his own now turned their backs on him. Stricken by guilt and fear of the unknown, Samuel ran away. A young four-month old mixed pup had taken to the wilderness on his own without any proper training. On several occasions he should have died (half the time he tried, but fear can be a wonderful thing sometimes) and on other occasions he thought about going back, thinking it was just some big massive joke.
But his father's words echoed in his ear like an ominous catholic bell, or the calls of a flock of crows. So for the rest of his life (until he had met up with another pack) he traveled across the great plains of Africa, where he picked up vital skills to survive and darker emotions that hardened him into the strange creature he is today.
End. stillsearchingforatheme.
