Hati Hróðvitnisson

A Vagabond; who has no purpose,

A King; who only has a mere concept,

Now, a Lord; who has found his plan...

That was Hati. He was a bastard, no future until he made his future, no plan until he found his plan. His dreams solely based on blood, hate and war. He was destined to rule his land with an iron heart. Even if it meant his own blood would stain it, or his life given.

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His birth was a mistake-- taboo one would say. His father was a cruel and merciless leader while his mother was a sweet and merciful. She came upon his pack with very little will and even less of an ounce of hope, but he gave that all back to her with one mistake and a pup was conceived... His fur was white, like the snow that fell on every winter's season. The brown reminding them of the dirt they treaded on every night and every day, and the red.. the red reminded the father of the blood he spilt and the fiery rage that festers in him everyday, and just like the pup's eyes; it resembled Hell. 

By Teke #17323