Silvo Ardorn

Backstory

written while bored in class so don't judge ok ;)

might be inspired by real-life events

Silvo ran away from his parent pack with wide eyes, his unruly father right on his tail. This young adult didn't have nearly enough agility or speed to match his father, and he feared for his life because of it.

"Get back here you scum, and let me teach you a lesson you won't forget for the rest of your pathetic excuse of a life!"

Silvo was terrified of his father, who for some reason preferred Silvo's younger siblings over himself. He always gave them food before anyone else in the pack, even though none of them had the skill to hunt even the easiest of prey in their homeland. That lead to Silvo starving on most days. They weren't even good scouts either, or pupsitters. None of them had any good use whatsoever, but Silvo's father still loved them more than his firstborn son. Silvo always tried to meet his father's unfair standards, but they kept getting higher and higher until he began to doubt himself, thinking he would never be able to reach them. Silvo was good in every way, the almost perfect son you wish you could have. He had the looks and the skill, except he had one big flaw. From a young age, Silvo was nervous and scatterbrained. His tyrannical father made things worse, and his mother was never present in his life to guide him. And all that lead to the moment he finally decided to stand up for himself. He was tired of being bullied in his own pack by his own kin, and it would end today.

Or would it?

Silvo's father managed to bite him on the tip of his tail and pull him back, with the young wolf landing on the rocky ground with a hard thump. With his teeth bared in an ugly snarl and his hackles raised, his father leaned over him.

"You listen to me, do you understand? I am your leader, only I can tell you what to do, not yourself. Got it? Or do you need me to be more clear?"

Squinting and dizzy, Silvo could barely make out his surroundings, but he managed to adjust his eyes. He slowly realized where he was, on the tall mountain that served as a border for his pack. No, his former pack. Silvo always had a love for mountains, and he was the only one in his family that could climb them with ease. He knew what he had to do. He was ready.

With all the strength he could muster, Silvo struck with his hind legs, hitting his father and making him trip. The larger male could barely balance himself on three feet, so Silvo kicked another leg. His father fell on the ground, and he started to slide down the crag. Panic hit him as he realized what was about to happen. He turned to look at his son, his eyes dim.

"Help me, Silvo. I'm your father, you wouldn't let your own family fall down a cliff and die now, would you? Please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said."

With strength flowing through his limbs once more, Silvo got up to look at his father, who was inching closer to the drop. On his face was a terrifying snarl.

"No. All lies."

Without another word, Silvo turned around and began to run and jump through the mountain, not turning behind to look at his father. And that was the last he saw of him. It was over. The constant abuse was finally over.

Silvo's new life begins now, and he's excited.

(continued on Dyra's page)