Name: Cyril
Gender: Male
Personality: An irritable, short-tempered male. He's very dominant and will let no one manipulate or take control of him. He's very protective over things that belong to him. Even with his cantankerous personality, he doesn't like getting involved into spars and tries to abstain from it. He's had too many moments of bloodshed in his past. A swipe or two as a warning should get the job done. If whoever infuriated him refuses to back down, he isn't timorous to fight. Around strangers, he's very hostile and is quick to ridicule them. It would be safe to say he's antisocial. It takes awhile to obtain his trust and it isn't effortless. Once they have it, he is very attending and always willing to stand up for them. It is never a judicious idea to agitate anyone Cyril has faith in unless you want a furious, burly male after you.
He's quite the solemn type and the sight of seeing him laughing is scarce. He smiles from time to time, but usually around others he's bonded with. Due to his past, he's vigilant over his true feelings. It will take a staunch, unable to be breached bond for him to open up to anyone. A colossal pet peeve of his being laughed at and mocked for something he did. If he is, he hastily goes into a paramount fury, attacking whoever did the action.
History: He had been a frail, flimsy child who was easily pushed about. The only friend he had was his mother, since even his siblings taunted him consistently. To his father, he was nonexistent. To the clan, he was nothing more than a useless scrap of fur. He adored, loved, and cherished his mother to death. She was the only being that cared about him, the only one who safeguarded him, the only one who shielded him from the harsh slander from his peers. She was the only exuberance in his melancholy. His light at the end of the gloomy tunnel.
His mother always kept a watchful eye on him, in fear something appalling would happen to her pup. She wouldn't even let his siblings come too close and if they threw insults, she cuff them roughly over the ear. She was disgusted by their cruelness and they were dead to her as Cyril was dead to their father. She was a stubborn female and since others ignored and maligned Cyril, she did the same thing right back to them. She became an outcast in the clan and the majority of the clan eluded her. Some tried to persuade her to abandon her child, but she never listened.
Each night, Cyril's mother would promise him that one day he would be mighty and be able to shred apart anybody who taunted him. He tried his best to convince himself this, to engrave these words in his mind, though he was still very doubtful. He usually kept this doubt to himself, but when he revealed his true feelings his mother scolded him and told him never get those negative thoughts in his head. Ignore them and all of those ruffians' insults.
Due to the clan's revulsion of Cyril, some would attempt to kill him and Cyril's mother refused to let that happen. She got into many spars because of this, but usually his father would come to her aid. He didn't love Cyril, but he still loved his mother. Every time the forlorn pup would try to confront him, he would ignore him and walk away. His mother often snarled in frustration at his response. Later on, she began to ignore her mate, mimicking the actions he did when Cyril attempted to speak or get to know him. His mother continued to tell Cyril that he would be strong and be able to punish all who caused wrath to him. The words became more bitter and violent overtime due to his mother's fury. Cyril soon became used to this acrimony and began to believe it, the traces of doubt flowing away. Now, however, he was becoming ambitious, cold, and other feelings that never lead to anything good.
One day, a couple of other females in the clan suspiciously offered Cyril's mother the remains of a carcass. She rejected the offer at first, but they began to taunt her and exclaim she had became a vegetarian. To prove them wrong, she ate it and that night, there was no words of encouragement. She had began feeling ill and became weaker and weaker each day. She did her best to hunt for herself and Cyril, but soon became too weak to get up. She became confined to the area they slept and no matter what, Cyril refused to leave her side. No matter how ravenous he was or how many times his mother told him to run away from this dreadful clan. She still let no one come close even with the weakening illness. Much to his anguish, his 'light' died of an abominable disease and his heart and spirit were broken.
The clan immediately took the chance when they could and confronted Cyril. He was perplexed at first at why they weren't mourning over his mother's passing. His father was the only one sitting in the distance, looking miserable. He was told that his mother's death had been planned so they could finally rid the clan of him. They attempted to kill him, but Cyril fled and ran as fast as he could. He ran through water to dispose of his scent then hid in a bush. It had been a close call, but the clan gave up and went away.
Cyril lived in solitude for a long time, afraid to return to the hostile clan. He did his best to remember his mother's promises, but he knew he couldn't take on the whole clan himself. He was took weak, too small, too young, and very outnumbered. He would easily be killed. Alone in the world at such a premature age, he struggled to support himself. There were many nights he had to go hungry, but he vowed to never give in. For his mother, he must prevail and get his retaliation once and for all. Time began to pass and Cyril grew older. Each day, he practiced fighting moves he had witnessed his mother do and the ones she had mentored him. He soon became burly, athletic, and robust. He had become a wrathful brute, his childhood self was nothing compared to the male he was now. He had anticipated the moment of his revenge and now, he believed he was ready. He began to stir up a scheme and his ambition increased madly. Over a matter of days, he would lure as many clan members as needed away from the clan so they were alone. Then, he would take their life by using a sneak attack.
It went efficiently and flowed correctly to his devious plan. In about a week, there were only three members left. The leader, one of his brothers, and an unknown lion-wolf. They discovered he was the cause of the many deaths and teamed up against him. They attempted to launch a sneak attack on Cyril, but he had been expecting them. He killed two of them and only the leader was left. They were both battered and panting, before the leader began to speak. He banished him from the clan. Though he was already kind of exiled, now it was official. Cyril told him with a villainous snicker and grin that he had no clan to banish him from, before defeating his former leader.
Cyril was oblivious to one fact. A female had been watching all of the moments of bloodshed. As he turned to leave, limping slightly, she confronted him. Her eyes were fulled with concern and disbelief. She asked him why he had caused all of this scandalous violence and Cyril told her the story of his past. She somewhat understood his sorrow and nursed him back to health. If the female hadn't found him, Cyril may have died because of the poor state he was in. He knew he really owed the female and was grateful for her kindness and compassion. She reminded him of his mother a little, except more calm and tranquil. He couldn't help but be attracted. She was beautiful, affectionate, and charitable. He could want nothing more in a female.
Yet, he wondered, females stay with their family. What was she doing out here by herself? Didn't she have a family to return to? He soon asked her and the female explained she had been hunting when she had came across him. She yearned to see her family again, but no matter how much Cyril prompted her, she wouldn't leave him.
Over that period of time, they fell in love and once Cyril was strong enough, the female returned to her family with her new mate. They were delighted to see her again, but were frightened to see Cyril. The story of him had spread before he was able to kill off the whole clan and a description of his looks had been told too. Once they heard his name, the female's father told the female she wasn't permitted to be mates with him nor see him. Both of the young lovers were furious at this and ran away together.
Their life together was filled with bliss and glee at first, before Cyril was recognized once again by another clan. They were attacked and Cyril tried to get the female to escape from the bloodshed. It was him they wanted, this wasn't her battle. Yet, she refused and stayed and fought by his side. The clan attempted to slaughter them both, but did so in vain. Or at least, they thought. When they left, both Cyril and his mate were in bad shape, both suffering. Cyril was strong and was able to survive no matter how many blood he had lost. His mate soon collapsed, too fatigued to go on. Before she passed, she spoke to Cyril and pleaded him to promise to the words, "I beg you to be a bloodthirsty brute no longer. If you don't stop your murderous ways your life may be on the line. Please, do it....for me." Cyril hastily promised with no hesitation and with a smile of approval and pride, the female breathed her last, pain-filled breath.
Once again, Cyril had to deal with another loss of someone he loved deeply. Guilt washed over him. If it wasn't for his murderous reputation she wouldn't be dead. Still, if he hadn't slaughtered the clan they may have never met. But...she wouldn't be
dead. Now that he began to think it over, wasn't his mother's death
his fault in some way? The clan hated
him, not his mother. They didn't hate his mother until she refused to stop protecting
him. This slammed a great deal of depression upon the lion-wolf. He had caused the ones dearest to his heart deaths'. If he had ran away, he wouldn't be having to go through this. He knew he wouldn't be able to survive on his own at that young age, but he deserved to suffer, didn't he? For a long time, he was in melancholy. He ate less and mostly laid around all day.
Another lone male soon encountered him. Immediately, fear and panic overtook him, but then he noticed Cyril's dull eyes and his slouching posture. He knew the former murderer was in no shape to fight. Cyril began to feel anxious. This male could probably easily kill him right now. He pleaded to the other male to spare him, but the other male told him his begging was not needed. He was going to spare him anyway. He was a curious male and wanted to know why Cyril was in such a condition and why he had murdered in the first place. As long as he answered his questions, no blood would be spilled.
Though it cause great despair for Cyril to tell his disconsolate story, he did it anyway for his life was on the line. He told him about the clan that mocked him and wanted to dispose of him. His determined and defensive mother. Then, the love of his life who had been headstrong and loyal. He told him about the great contrition he now felt. The male was silent for a bit, before telling Cyril not to sulk over it. His mother and former mate had died for him. He was sure that they were proud they did and don't regret it. They would want him to move on and not sit around in woe.
These words, though they came from a total stranger, deeply touched Cyril. He saw the accuracy in them and knew the male was impeccable. They had died for him and would want him to stay strong. Cyril vowed to himself he would never forget either of them, but he knew he had to move on.
He went far away from the lands. Far enough to somewhere no one knew the story of him and began a new life. His memories were still filled with the ambitious words of his mother, but they were overpowered by the promise he had made to his mate. He would be a murderer no longer. This was the path he wished to stay on. He would never veer away from it. The promise he made to his lost love must be kept. Ever since then, he hasn't taken another innocent life.
Time continued to pass. Cyril was still lone and still on the lookout for clans who had single females. He doubted any of them would match up to his past mate however. Oh, what a strong adulation they had had. He wished she hadn't died and he could say the same for his mother. Every time the condemned thoughts would fill his mind, he would remember the words the stranger said to him and feel better again.
Little did he know things were going to get harder. A famine passed through the land and Cyril was once again struggling to survive. It was hard for him to find decent prey and a memory from his childhood when he had to care for himself kept revisiting his mind. He hoped he could find a clan to stay with temporarily. Then, it would be easier, wouldn't it? It meant more mouths to feed, but more companions to hunt. Not only was he utterly famished, he was starting to get lonelier everyday. Cyril was antisocial, but that didn't mean he didn't relish the company of a few others, especially after being alone for so long.
He was sleeping in the shade one day to elude the sun's blazing rays. He gaped his jaws in a large yawn, when he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Immediately, his attention directed to whatever had caught it.
A hare was hopping by. It wasn't very large, but prey was prey. He would probably still be ravenous after, but not as much as he was now. He got up quietly and crouched down. He began to stalk towards the hare, leisurely. His target hadn't taken notice of him yet. He swiped his tongue over his muzzle, anticipating the delicious taste of the hare. Once close enough, he lunged forward, jaws ajar. The hare hastily turned around to face him with a look of shock, but it was too late for it to escape.
The hare let out a final squeak of terror before it was hanging limp in the predator's jaws. Cyril blissfully ate it and felt just the way he had expected, still hungry. He shrugged. At least he had ate something. He returned to his comfortable spot in the shade, laying lazily down. He closed his eyes and let slumber overtake him.
That night, his dreams were definitively extraordinary. Hmm, I shall tell this hunk of the story in an altered fashion. Now, that being established, let's continue.
"Dear, can you hear me?" Cyril felt a prodding in his side.
"Open your eyes, my dear." The young adult opened one eye and then the other. He blinked in confusion, for he could not believe his eyes. Surely, he was dreaming? The beings he was seeing...His mother and his former mate. They had a mysterious glow about them both as if they were both shimmering illusions that were to fade in any minute.
"Is it you? I'm imagining this...aren't I?" Cyril asked in awe, sitting up and scooting away a bit. His mother nodded. She seemed so at peace, unlike the prickly female she had been before.
"It is us. I'm still Sara and your mother is still your same mother. We're just visiting you in a dream." his mate explained, her eyes sparkling. It took a few seconds for Cyril to acknowledge all of this and recollect his thoughts. Once he was able to, he jumped to his paws with ecstasy and delight. It was
them! He had dreamed of them before, but now it really was
them!"It's great to see you both again!" the male purred at his lost love ones. He went forward to nudge Sara and was a bit surprised when he felt her soft fur. The way she looked seemed like she was intangible. His mother's eyes narrowed with amusement.
"Come now, this may be our last visit, or even the first of many. Either way, let's not waste it." His mother spoke, then turned to what currently was an empty area of grass. "Let's hunt." Suddenly, the grassy area burst into life. Prey of all sorts, trees waving their branches in the wind. Sara stepped back, looking Cyril lovingly in the eyes before frolicking away. His mother did the same and Cyril ran after them.
He had never been more gleeful and tranquil in his life. Running side by side by the two he loved most in the world. It certainly was the best day or best dream of his entire life.
Reason For Wanting Him: The design is dashing! I always adored cobweb markings and the combination of red, black, and white. His hair. Oh, his hair. <333 It's unique and even if it is a challenge to draw, it is still fun to attempt. I could admire his design for days! The concept of a lion-wolf is also very interesting. I'd love to have one of my own, especially if it were this boy! 8D His hair isn't the only thing that's fun to draw, the entire design is! I'd be delighted for him to be mine so I could draw him lots. I could keep going on and on, but I can't stay up for the whole night. <3
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