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Ebony Skies ;
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Wolf Name
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Preferred name: Mulke
Official name: Mulkéno "Mulke" Rattlebone
Tease name: Rattlebone
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Personality
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Mulke is a not-so-charming wanderer who raids travellers in small groups. He has built quite the reputation for himself, known for popping up in woods, his secondary spine and bones rattling as he pursues his prey. As a person, Mulke has become a footstep away from mad, but he still has a flicker of hope burning in his heart.
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Love Life wrote:Family:
Alive, living in old pack.
Mate:
None, he has trust issues and believes
he is unwanted anyway.
Pups:
None, see "mate".
The cry that is shared through the packs to warn people off from Mulke:
"Beware, beware, the Rattlebone!
Mercy shalt not be shown!
Beware, beware, the Rattlebone!
Never travel alone..."
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✔ Being controlled or ruled over
✔ Being disapproved by someone
✔ Remembering bad memories
✔ Being in small/tight place
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✘ Being feared + in control
✘ Being successful
✘ Surviving solitary
✘ Achieving well in learning social interaction
I think some backstory is in need here. Six years ago, Mulkéno "Mulke" Rattlebone was birthed. He was the alphas first and eldest son. However, after a few months, his father began to realise that Mulke was not the right leader for the pack. The pup was hidden from the rest of the pack and the wolves began to wonder why the alpha was so unsatisfied with their future leader, and soon began to speak up, demanding to see the wolf.
Being at the age of a year and not once meeting another wolf but his mother who cared for him, Mulkéno became very withdrawn and unhealthy. He had always been kept inside the den in fear of others seeing the ugly and misbehaving child.
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After a while, the wolves of the pack became so uncomfortable with never seeing their future alpha and began to stage a rebellion, wandering over the territory and howling through the night, causing as much ruckus for the alpha as they could, until he had no choice but to offer them his sickly son.
This is what he presented to them: a feverish wolf clad in rags - to hide the protruding bones - with a crow-feather birthmark printed just under his mutated, glowing eye, and a wolf with an abnormally shaped tail with the tip fluffed like a lions and the tip looking lit with radioactive liquid.
Mulkéno could hardly see in the strange brightness that he had rarely ever encountered before. His chest shuddered and he clumsily limped out of the den, his spindly legs struggling to support the mangled flesh on his back. He had been shown so much cruelty that he did not know how to communicate and seemed as if an alien species.
Such a riot was thrown that several wolves fled the pack, thinking that it must be cursed with such a creature. Some female wolves yowled at the devilish parents who caused the pup to suffer, and the warriors and hunters agreed and offered to help "end his suffering for all the greater good".
The terrified mother was the only soul who had ever shown any affection to the mutt. She had birthed him and gone through the torture of caring for such a monster in the early stages of his life and therefore felt the motherly instincts to save him. She ran at him, yanked him up by his rags and dragged him away, running for both their lives. Not understanding why she was taking him away from his only chance at being in a pack, in a family, he tried to squirm free and howled, which further attracted attention. The swiftest hunters gave chase and took the mother down, pinning her down.
The pup was dropped. He shakily got to his feet, and looked into his mother's pleading eyes. He thought he understood now.
The only person that had ever loved him; she was saving him. She whispered to him his first word, his first connection to anyone:
"Run".
And the pup ran, because that's all he's ever known to do.
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Umg, I'm so in love with this wolf now. If I win him I'm totally writing out a massive backstory/lifestory for him <33
by discombobulated » Mon Feb 24, 2014 12:16 am 
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