ｔｓａｖｏ
you'd better stick to what you know
✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧
cos I ain't playin' just to rewind.
female ✧ 3 summers ✧ hunter ✧ single
Tsavo came into their world at the peak of the hottest summer the Riperian Pack had known. The second of three squirming, squalling pups, mother and father didn't know what to do with the trio. The pitiful pack could barely support the numbers they had. The father was all for abandoning them for the crows, or even the alpha of a neighboring pack. Rumors swirled that this alpha was as evil as they come, slaying pups as well as enemies. The mother was built of stronger stuff, however, and fought the notion tooth and claw. The three scrappy pups stayed.
As Tsavo and her siblings grew, it became apparent that the pack was falling apart. The land was souring;
game was no longer plentiful, and the scorching summer had left the local streams and creeks dry as bones. Every wolf, even the alpha, was malnourished and dehydrated. Those with weaker hearts perished in the fall, and the alpha had no choice but to drive many out. Those who were too old or too young to be of much help, those too weak or too headstrong were chased off, one by one.
Tsavo was one of them. Plunging into the unknown, she accepted her fate simply as a new adventure. She wasn't wanted much by her birthpack anyway, why mourn them?
Once accepted into Sol's pack, Tsavo hopes to rise among the ranks. A brazen young female bordering reckless, Tsavo wants to make a name for herself, and she won't do so as a hunter.
ｃａｓｔｏｒ
compassion's in my nature,
✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧
and tonight is our last stand.
male ✧ 3 summers ✧ hunter ✧ single
Castor was first-born in the death-summer trio, the largest and the most healthy of the three.
He was gentle and loving from the start, protective of his two younger sisters, Tsavo and Distance. Castor and Tsavo became incredibly close, doing everything together while Distance watched, well... from a distance.
He was warm-hearted. Easy to get along with, many felt comfortable around the young male, muscular and clever for his age. As he grew, he became even more so; he had his first hunt before his first summer, much to the pride of his father who once called for his death. Some began to say that it was Castor who should someday lead the pack; not the alpha's scrawny heir. The alpha felt threatened; he had to shut these nonsensical whims down before they became plots for his son's destruction. The pack suffered enough with the famine, the last thing it needed was some upstart taking the lead. When the alpha began to drive members out in a crude attempt to strengthen the pack, Castor was one of the first to go.
Along with his sister Tsavo, Castor went into the unknown blindly yet unafraid. The two found themselves accepted into a newborn pack led by a kind yet firm alpha male by the name of Sol. Still plagued by the insecurities from his past, Castor has no intent on a leadership role within Sol's pack. He hopes to put his size and strength to good use, and hunt for his new pack.
Feel free to jump in whenever you'd like.
