CrimsonRecoil

SpoilerBACKSTORY IDEAS:

• Hermit Background


• Life of seclusion: I was exiled for a crime I didn't commit.


• I connect everything that happens to me to a grand, cosmic plan.


• Self-Knowledge. If you know yourself, there's nothing left to know. (Any)


• I entered seclusion because I loved someone I could not have. (Idea; perhaps they had a bird-friend that couldve been a huge danger to them originally)


• I let my need to win arguments overshadow friendships and harmony.

September 21. Born in the hot boiling summer, an only pup as he writhed and squeaked as the light finally caught up to him, and fresh air filled his soft little lungs. Early as a pup, his mother loved him for who he was. - He grew up to an Adol, believing each and every good and bad thing was connected to some sort of plan. Before he was able to grow up to be an apprentice for a hunt, he was casted out of his pack for a crime he hadn't committed. Murder. At adol age, he was adopted by a motherly-heart broken trumpet swan who had recently lost her babies; She forced him to swim, to act like one atleast and to wear feathers on his fur.

Before he fully grew up to an adult wolf, he was introduced to the White Banes pack and joined after a argument to keep his 'mother', the swan whom he learned her name was "Quilt" for her beautiful white feathers.

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August 6th. CR Cringed, recoiling back as Swampdew nipped at the fur behind his ear, hit wet nose pressed against his fur while he matted the fur around the stick on the feather to keep it in place. He whined loudly, shifting. "You're messing up my fur!-" He whined, small claws digging into the earth as he finally got the bluejar feather into place.

August 7th. After being tagged along to come on a hunt, protected and forced to stay by Apollo, CrimsonRecoil returned sweaty and annoyed. But it didn't stop him from slipping up to SwampDew, starting a "small talk" which turned into them ranting about hunts and how they hunt, his opinions on the matter and how annoying Apollo II was for a short amount of time. Rambling like a rolling stone, The trumpeteer swan that has seemed to take a liking to the strange pup for his seclusion to society, made a soft yet deep second-syllable'd 'ohOH' and nudged a dead and bloody gull carcass to the large brown wolf with it's webbed feet with a softer honk. awe.

Pairbond to DoveCurtsy