Halvard can be described as many different things. He is gentle, loving, kind, compassionate, understanding, even-tempered, and silent in nearly all that he does. He is better a listener than a speaker, but when he does talk, he knows exactly what to say. Though trustworthy, Halvard, himself, finds it difficult to trust others. His emotions can always be seen in his pretty eyes. When it comes to those he loves, he truly fits his name, for he would do anything to keep his beloved from hurting; however, he is not one to let himself be pushed around. When it comes to those he hates, he goes into a frenzy that only the sound of someone he truly cares about can stop.
Halvard was born to a lone mother some time ago. When he was a pup, she believed he could do no wrong. He was strong, healthy, and handsome, but try as he might, his mother couldn't find a proper pack that was willing to take him in, fearing his "blood was bad". Regardless, he was the silent optimist, encouraging with his eyes. Finally a herd came to take him. Though they were a noble group on the outside, on the inside they were no better than slavedrivers, forcing the mother to hunt and serve for them until she collapsed and fighting the pup until his body was racked with cuts and scars. They learned his style, and his personality; he was a defender to the core, a guardian. He always ran to the rescue of his mother, and rarely did he make the first move. He struck when it was noble and just to do so.
After the death of his mother - brought about by a hunt gone terribly wrong - he grew even more silent. The pack adorned on him glorious winged armor, for he was the head of the protectors of the pack. Eventually he stole away in the night, feeling an intense loathing of them for causing her suffering. It was then that a gorgeous female - Slasher, who would, hopefully, soon be his mate - caught his pale eyes and gave him a bit of hope for the future.
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