Valdo, Tattered Fool

Gut out my eyes and make me a fool, tear out my spine and use me as a tool, make me beautiful by your design else I may go mad before it hits dawn
—Valdo, The Tattered Fool

Once the child of Monty the Black Sheep, lead to the Ceidwaid yr Alarch pack, Valdo was given to the Vulf-kinn much like many other wolves; he wasn't wanted and his father sired more than one pie in his lifetime. At the time it seemed a grand idea given the Vulf-kinn provides much opportunity within the ranks and given their own Alphas not have a mutation of any sort have allowed him the chance to join the Corpse-hides. The Alpha and Beta at the time wished to have Valdo pair with a daughter they had at the moment only for an unexpected litter to have been birthed when the Cryptids ran wild; she was the last litter to have been birthed and it became apparent how different she was from the rest.

Valdo, as observant he may be, found his very sanity was slowly shredded alway by Imp Corpse-hide, the she-wolf is silent yet her eyes burn a harsh red and a smile that was demonic. No one knew how it came to be Valdo was soon pronounced as Imp Corpse-hide's mate; as the days went by Valdo became less of what he once was, rumors begun to spread within the pack like wildfire of their Alpha's parasite becoming something more, that perhaps rather than a parasite there was a demon taking over and Valdo was nothing more than a plaything. Valdo soon became a husk of his former self, a mere jester serving his queen.A Tattered Fool.