"Things are not always what they seem..."
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brute; adult; single; alpha brute; eskalera
- ｎａｍｅ;; The name is Caleb. I have been told it's meaning numerous of times and almost every time I get a different answer. Some said that it meant 'dog' which would be quite suitable for my dog like appearance. Some said it meant 'faithful' which isn't really far from the truth. But my mother always told me that my father chose me that name. It was supposed to mean 'whole hearted'. That was what my father wanted me to be. Whole hearted. Faithful. Loyal. And that was what my mother raised me to be. My name is the only thing my father has left me with. I'm not really fond to any nicknames, but if Caleb is too long or complicated for you, feel free to call me whatever you wish.
- ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; I hope I don't look like a fae... but yes. I am a brute. A born one indeed, I haven't meant a shaman that can change wolf genders yet, but if you know one don't bother telling me I'm not interested.
- ｐａｃｋ;; I was born and raised in the Escalera pack. Every atom of my being is programmed to hate and loath the Veltain wolves. I am loyal to my pack and will do anything in my power in order to protect my family.
- ｒａｎｋ;; I have worked really hard to get where I am. But if you really don't know my rank I hope you get settled in your place soon for I am your alpha. I am highly proud of my achievements and I hope the pack is satisfied with my decisions.
- ｒａｎｋ ｗａｎｔｅｄ;; Well I believe I can't have it any better. I am happy with where I am. But maybe when my body is to weak to fight and there comes another one to fill my space I shall feel a release.
- ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; There's not much I can say about myself. It's quite hard to see your own personality and behavior. But I believe or at least I hope that I am loyal, faithful and honest. I am not capable of lying and hiding something is my weakest spot. I am loyal to those I find worthy of my trust. I will rather lay my life down instead of betraying my pack. I like to think of myself as open minded and ready for new and different opinions. I am not afraid of change although I can feel a bit nostalgic afterwards. I think that I am brave, at least brave enough to have lived trough this life of fights and battles. I am not afraid to get in a quarrel and defend myself, those I care for and my opinions. Not having a male figure growing up resulted into me becoming a chivalrous gentlemen towards all faes. I have been told that I was quite witty and intelligent. I am good with words and I strike fast with remarks. I am not afraid to speak up and defend my opinions. Although I am quite aware of negative aspects of my personality. For one, I might be a bit ignorant at times. I don't believe in the Veltain wolves, not one of them. They have caused me a great deal of pain for me to trust them.
- ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; Many times I have been told the story of my birth. And every time I heard it with the same curiosity as I was once again a young pup hearing it for the first time.
The burning horizon enveloped the pack's territory, as the raging war sent howls of pain and misery trough the land. The sun was a bloody disk on the east and it was as it rose over the mountains that the medicine wolf, Chilaili gave birth to three pups. Her mate, one of the patrol wolves of their pack and also a defender in the war was sitting by her side, a gash running down the side of his flank, panting as he lowered his maw to nuzzle the pups gently. He was panting, he just escaped from the battle just to aid his mate in her birth. His gray pelt was stained in blood and mud as dirt clang over it. He turned over the smallest of the pups, a pup like looking brute, and rasped his tongue over it's small body. "Caleb" he whispered as a weak smile stretched over his face. He was using the last storage of energy to remain steady on his paws. There was nothing more he wished in that moment than to remain with his family. But he could hear the howls of the wolves outside, he could smell the blood staining the ground, he could sense death creeping in. "Koda, we need your help!" a voice came from outside the den. Koda looked both helplessly and hopelessly at his beloved mate and for what both of them knew was for the last time their pelts brushed against each other as the brute whispered gently in her ear. "Protect them." he said. "He is my legacy, take care of him." and with that he ran outside for what happened to be his end. He died on the battlefield killed by one of the rivaling pack. The sun was high over the gray November sky when the news came to Chilaili, she was devastated but she remained strong for her pups.
It was less than a week when the two other pups born in the same litter passed away from unknown reasons. My mother almost broke down when she saw her family falling apart. But she had a promise to keep to her mate. She needed to protect his son. His Caleb. It was hard, but she managed. Afterwards I grew up pretty dully.
When I was a little over two years of age my mother first developed her illness. At first it manifested as a regular cough, and it seemed like nothing bu the flu. Then she became weaker, soon she was too weak to walk. She couldn't fulfill her duties and remained in her den most of the days. The medicine wolves couldn't tell what was wrong with her. They said she was old. But she was only five. I hoped for the best but it never really came around. I was there by her side when she let out her last breath. I don't think she was afraid of death. If I didn't know better I'd say she was looking forward to it. For all these years she hold on to this world only for me, and finally when I was old enough she fulfilled her task. It was with her last words she made me promise. "Make us proud" she said trough a rasping voice. And she fell trough the veil. It had always been only me and my mom and as her body went stiff my world fell apart. I was alone. I was completely alone.
The only thing I had left was my promise. Soon after her death I became the patrol leader, and not long after that I was the right hand to the alpha himself, I was beta. I was beta for what I believe was little less than a year, when our beloved alpha was murdered. He had no heirs and so I took over his place as alpha. And I have been leading this pack ever since.
- ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; I had two siblings when I was born, but they died shortly after their birth. My father died only hours after I was born he was killed by one of the Veltain's wolves, why they needed him dead is still unknown. My mother fell sick in bed. None of the medicine wolves knew what was wrong with her. She had suffered for too many months before she finally let go. She never got to see me lead the pack.
- ｃｒｕｓｈ;; No one has caught my eye yet. Maybe I am not looking, but they always say that love comes at the most unexpected times and I won't deny it if it comes.
- ｏｔｈｅｒ;; I don't think there is anything else for me to say.
