Post by Antonias on Feb 7, 2017 17:48:15 GMT
The Story:
Having been born into the most prominent bloodline in his pack, as a pup, young Antonias thought he'd had it made. After all, no one really wanted to raise a paw to the Arashal bloodline. Only the best of the best were truly a part of that family, which Antonias fell into almost immediately as a pup. But, as he grew, he never knew just how much of his lineage wasn't revealed to him. Once he was able to be up, moving, and maintained his balance at six months, him, his sister, and one of his brothers were instantly taken under his parents' wings to be trained, his sister a hunter, he and his brother as fighters. None of it was easy. But he and his brother kept pushing each other, each and every time to their breaking points to where their bodies refused to respond, and then pushed just a little bit harder. That got them a fair bit of attention from the pack, and their parents. That was the lives of the brothers for the next three months. One night, right as the moon had reached its peak in the sky, an attack came, without warning, and without mercy. Within minutes, it had turned into a bloodbath, both Antonias' pack and the hostiles having fought to a stalemate. Barely being half awake, Antonias and his sister had been ushered to the farthest border of their home by their brother, who went back to help. Watching the war from the hill, it was easy to see their pack would not make it through the night. "Iris. We've got to move. We can't stay here any longer. Let's go!" Antonias barked, tugging at his sister's scarf, quickly retreating into the night with his sister right on his tail, even as the dying howls of the pack still shattered the silence. At the break of dawn, Antonias knew only he and his sister survived, and she was badly shaken, not wanting to move any further. But the scent of trackers on their tails gave them no time to fully grieve. For nearly a week, the two were on the run, only stopping to rest at night, and to eat. After three months on their own, Iris and Antonias had started training each other in their respective fields, she taught him to hunt, he taught her to fight. The first pack they joined took them in without hesitation, and for a while, they were happy. But even that came to an end, when six months later, a disease struck, leaving half the pack paralyzed, and unable to move, the other half just dying. Only a few, including Antonias and his sister were immune. Back on the road again, the two kept honing their skills, becoming a far better team than any two siblings may have made. The second time the duo had settled down with a pack was due to a rather serious injury Antonias had suffered to his left leg while protecting his sister. That ended up them to be stuck in that pack for far longer than Antonias cared for, but the medics refused to let him leave until his wound healed, and that the infection that had set in was dealt with. By the time the duo had turned two, it was time to leave the pack. Despite the friendship, they had felt out of place. However, even though the goodbyes had been said, the duo wasn't done with that pack. One of them, Alistair, a young wolf that had taken a shine to Iris, and had become Antonias' rival had followed them, clearing wanting Iris to be his, even though she didn't want to leave Antonias. One week later, a refusal of becoming mates from Iris turned deadly. Before Antonias had made it to where Iris and Alistair had been fighting, Iris had been critically wounded, and Alistair had fled, knowing that what he'd done would have gotten him killed by Antonias. "You've... got to be strong... dear brother... You're the last... of the Arashals... Rebuild our bloodline... Don't... let us... fade..." Were the last words Iris said to Antonias as she died in the crumpled heap she'd been left in. After taking her scarf and burying his sister, Antonias swore revenge for that loss, and carried on alone. Finally stumbling onto yet another pack, Antonias decided that his journey was over here. They looked strong, and as he found out after approaching the alpha, friendlier than he'd thought. While friendly and playful, Antonias still carries the need for revenge, but he keeps that hidden from his fellow pack mates and alpha, Cazatella, whom he quickly came to call his best friend, while serving them as the best warrior he can be.
General Info:
Name given at birth: Antonias Geredix Arashal
Responds to: Ant
Gender: Male
Age: Thee years
S.O.: Runs to females (he WILL take a paw if a male tries/does touch him)
Parents and blood kin: Unable to remember, except for deceased sister.
Physical appearance:
Fairly muscular, brown hued fur covers body, slightly tan tail tip, crimson colored eyes, body line with black marks.
(Though decorated with items, they are not mentioned unless IC. Items Mentioned: Scarf)
While built for strength, is willing to get some speed training in.
Health:
Uninjured
No scars on body
Still has all limbs
"You want to get to them? You've gotta get through me first. And that won't be easy, unless you take me down for good."
Love Life:
Eyes Follow: Isa
Lusts For: Isa
Submits to: Isa
Bound to: Isa
Has mounted: 4
Sired: No young
Traits:
Can be extremely playful and joking at times.
When it comes time to fights and protecting pack mates, holds nothing back.
WARNING: HIGH CHANCE TO BE A SERIOUSLY MAJOR FLIRT!!!!
Very friendly, protects friends and family.
Keeps a secret hidden from pack.
Pack relations:
"Don't worry, I've got your back, no matter what. You don't have to face this all on your own. Not anymore." (Best Friends):
Cazatella
Isa
"Well, it looks like you're no so bad. I guess you and me can be buddies." (Friendly):
"Not quite sure what I think of you yet. But hey, least on the bright side, it's not bad." (Curious):
"You know, I don't know ya yet, but if ya wanna chat so we can get to know each other, why not?" (Neutral):
Thistle
Cain
Anabella
Salt
Pheonix
"Watch it. You're already striking the wrong chords. Back off, and try again later, huh?" (Leery of):
"You are really trying my patience. Which surprises me, considering I've got a lot of that. Get lost." (Dislikes):
"Alright, you've had ample warnings, and that didn't work. Maybe a nice scar will work for a reminder now. Or worse." (Hates):
Elise
Loyalties/Pack progress:
Howls in and permanently loyal to: Pack of the Intrepidus
Former rogue, Warrior, Class X - Class 1
Currently: Warrior, Chief II
Trainings participated: 2
Promotions: 2
Determined to reach: Warrior Class I (Surpassed)
Fights involved in: 0
Victorious/defeats: 0/0
Spars Partaken: 1
Victories/Defeats: 1/0
Having been born into the most prominent bloodline in his pack, as a pup, young Antonias thought he'd had it made. After all, no one really wanted to raise a paw to the Arashal bloodline. Only the best of the best were truly a part of that family, which Antonias fell into almost immediately as a pup. But, as he grew, he never knew just how much of his lineage wasn't revealed to him. Once he was able to be up, moving, and maintained his balance at six months, him, his sister, and one of his brothers were instantly taken under his parents' wings to be trained, his sister a hunter, he and his brother as fighters. None of it was easy. But he and his brother kept pushing each other, each and every time to their breaking points to where their bodies refused to respond, and then pushed just a little bit harder. That got them a fair bit of attention from the pack, and their parents. That was the lives of the brothers for the next three months. One night, right as the moon had reached its peak in the sky, an attack came, without warning, and without mercy. Within minutes, it had turned into a bloodbath, both Antonias' pack and the hostiles having fought to a stalemate. Barely being half awake, Antonias and his sister had been ushered to the farthest border of their home by their brother, who went back to help. Watching the war from the hill, it was easy to see their pack would not make it through the night. "Iris. We've got to move. We can't stay here any longer. Let's go!" Antonias barked, tugging at his sister's scarf, quickly retreating into the night with his sister right on his tail, even as the dying howls of the pack still shattered the silence. At the break of dawn, Antonias knew only he and his sister survived, and she was badly shaken, not wanting to move any further. But the scent of trackers on their tails gave them no time to fully grieve. For nearly a week, the two were on the run, only stopping to rest at night, and to eat. After three months on their own, Iris and Antonias had started training each other in their respective fields, she taught him to hunt, he taught her to fight. The first pack they joined took them in without hesitation, and for a while, they were happy. But even that came to an end, when six months later, a disease struck, leaving half the pack paralyzed, and unable to move, the other half just dying. Only a few, including Antonias and his sister were immune. Back on the road again, the two kept honing their skills, becoming a far better team than any two siblings may have made. The second time the duo had settled down with a pack was due to a rather serious injury Antonias had suffered to his left leg while protecting his sister. That ended up them to be stuck in that pack for far longer than Antonias cared for, but the medics refused to let him leave until his wound healed, and that the infection that had set in was dealt with. By the time the duo had turned two, it was time to leave the pack. Despite the friendship, they had felt out of place. However, even though the goodbyes had been said, the duo wasn't done with that pack. One of them, Alistair, a young wolf that had taken a shine to Iris, and had become Antonias' rival had followed them, clearing wanting Iris to be his, even though she didn't want to leave Antonias. One week later, a refusal of becoming mates from Iris turned deadly. Before Antonias had made it to where Iris and Alistair had been fighting, Iris had been critically wounded, and Alistair had fled, knowing that what he'd done would have gotten him killed by Antonias. "You've... got to be strong... dear brother... You're the last... of the Arashals... Rebuild our bloodline... Don't... let us... fade..." Were the last words Iris said to Antonias as she died in the crumpled heap she'd been left in. After taking her scarf and burying his sister, Antonias swore revenge for that loss, and carried on alone. Finally stumbling onto yet another pack, Antonias decided that his journey was over here. They looked strong, and as he found out after approaching the alpha, friendlier than he'd thought. While friendly and playful, Antonias still carries the need for revenge, but he keeps that hidden from his fellow pack mates and alpha, Cazatella, whom he quickly came to call his best friend, while serving them as the best warrior he can be.
General Info:
Name given at birth: Antonias Geredix Arashal
Responds to: Ant
Gender: Male
Age: Thee years
S.O.: Runs to females (he WILL take a paw if a male tries/does touch him)
Parents and blood kin: Unable to remember, except for deceased sister.
Physical appearance:
Fairly muscular, brown hued fur covers body, slightly tan tail tip, crimson colored eyes, body line with black marks.
(Though decorated with items, they are not mentioned unless IC. Items Mentioned: Scarf)
While built for strength, is willing to get some speed training in.
Health:
Uninjured
No scars on body
Still has all limbs
"You want to get to them? You've gotta get through me first. And that won't be easy, unless you take me down for good."
Love Life:
Eyes Follow: Isa
Lusts For: Isa
Submits to: Isa
Bound to: Isa
Has mounted: 4
Sired: No young
Traits:
Can be extremely playful and joking at times.
When it comes time to fights and protecting pack mates, holds nothing back.
WARNING: HIGH CHANCE TO BE A SERIOUSLY MAJOR FLIRT!!!!
Very friendly, protects friends and family.
Keeps a secret hidden from pack.
Pack relations:
"Don't worry, I've got your back, no matter what. You don't have to face this all on your own. Not anymore." (Best Friends):
Cazatella
Isa
"Well, it looks like you're no so bad. I guess you and me can be buddies." (Friendly):
"Not quite sure what I think of you yet. But hey, least on the bright side, it's not bad." (Curious):
"You know, I don't know ya yet, but if ya wanna chat so we can get to know each other, why not?" (Neutral):
Thistle
Cain
Anabella
Salt
Pheonix
"Watch it. You're already striking the wrong chords. Back off, and try again later, huh?" (Leery of):
"You are really trying my patience. Which surprises me, considering I've got a lot of that. Get lost." (Dislikes):
"Alright, you've had ample warnings, and that didn't work. Maybe a nice scar will work for a reminder now. Or worse." (Hates):
Elise
Loyalties/Pack progress:
Howls in and permanently loyal to: Pack of the Intrepidus
Former rogue, Warrior, Class X - Class 1
Currently: Warrior, Chief II
Trainings participated: 2
Promotions: 2
Determined to reach: Warrior Class I (Surpassed)
Fights involved in: 0
Victorious/defeats: 0/0
Spars Partaken: 1
Victories/Defeats: 1/0
