⋆₊ Sorcor ₊⋆

https://www.wolvden.com/breed/4729831 Pretty clover stud! 1082+ stats, scallop eyes & 9 markings! 1 : GC : or 190 : SC :



⋆₊ Sorcor ₊⋆ sets off, flicking their ears dismissively when you tell them to be careful.
⋆₊ Sorcor ₊⋆ wants to know if you'd like some tips on how to be a better leader.

Parents: Raalia & Lucien
Mate: —

Date of Birth: Spring, Year 19
Place of Birth: The Redfeather Pack
Join Date: ?

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    SORCOR HAD BEEN BORN INTO THE REDFEATHER PACK TO WHAT THEY CALLED A "FOUNDLING" MOTHER. THE SHE-
wolf was not of their land, let alone of the pack, and upon Sorcor's birth— or perhaps even sometime before— she began to have ambitions that hearkened back to her youngest days in a land beyond the river and across the valley. Raalia decided she wanted the best for her pups as her own mother used to for her. However, instead of abandoning her children like her own mother did she trained and taught them to become great. From the time Sorcor and his brother were born, the only survivors of a litter of four, Raalia guarded them fiercely and instructed them in the ways of pack life and the winning over of others. Not necessarily by untoward or malicious means, though over time the brothers did come to view themselves as special. Deserving of respect and accolades above their peers. Now they were older, that attitude was slowly becoming more recognized in Sorcor's charming arrogance and Drelas' somewhat self-centered impulsiveness.
    Sorcor chuckled to himself as he thought of his brother's antics. Though he and Drelas were clearly meant to lead, this was why Sorcor himself would become alpha. Drelas would lead the pack into ruin or some disaster should he be allowed to take over. He was the kind of wolf that would make a perfect enforcer for Sorcor's inevitable rule, and willing, as it happened. Serendipitously, Drelas had no intention of being alpha himself. He was perfectly content to follow wherever Sorcor would lead, and that suited both young wolves just fine.
    With Drelas' eager compliance and support and a new discovery he had been toying with, by the time Sorcor was ready to take the lead he would be unchallenged. No one in the pack would dispute the backing of a good number of the pack, Drelas'... enthusiasm, and the support of the moonlight wolves from another land. At first, young Sorcor had been distrustful of the large gray wolves with moonlight scattered in their fur and burning in their eyes. However, after his curiosity got the better of him and the wolves won his heart with charm not unlike his own, he allowed them to speak to him each full moon when the mirror of mist appeared upon the river. They spoke to him of his pack, of a long ago war no one had ever mentioned to him before, and of their plots to make right an old wrong. They also trained him by the light of their moon, which was enticement enough to keep him listening and entertaining their ideas and plans.
    Their training was ruthless, even though their wolves could only partially come through the mirror their claws stung just as if they were truly on the riverbank with Sorcor. He thought as he approached the riverbank that that must be why most of them were heavily scarred as well as shining. That, or his original suspicions were correct and they were a warlike lot who had some nefarious plans for him. At this Sorcor threw back his head and barked a laugh. Right, a gaggle of moon-touched wolves who had little purchase in this world and needed the help of a young one like himself to complete any of their plans were a threat to him. Sorcor shook his head at himself with a smirk as the mirror came into view and his enormous, scarred, moonlight mentor beckoned to him to begin.

    HE SNARLED AS HE PASSED BY THE GIGANTIC PETRIFIED STUMP AND SHRUGGED OFF A GREETING FROM THE HEALER and pups seated in a oratory semicircle outside it. Nicht didn't seem to notice his vitriol and continued gesticulating vividly as she told her stories. The pups in front of her sat rapt as she spun the tales, but Sorcor simply rolled his eyes. There was a time when he, too, was captivated by the old she-wolf's storytelling, but he had since been both enlightened and disillusioned when it came to pack history. Though he had no quarrel with the more recent history of the pack, the Redfeathers had forgotten— or more likely omitted— the more distant and bloodier side of their story. The Cereus wolves had told him the real truth of it, that the Redfeather pack had come about after one of their own had sowed rampant discord and then fled, leaving the Cereus pack to begin fighting amongst themselves. The first Redfeather, Fenn, had initiated the civil wars that decimated the Cereus pack for nigh on a decade and then run off to become strong and create her own empire to the south. By the time the Cereus pack had recovered enough of their strength to survive the Redfeathers were untouchable, reaping the benefits of their destructive beginning.
    Of course it was, it had to be said, an act of genius. Or so Sorcor had thought originally. However, his mentor had swiftly dispelled this sentiment when he revealed that Sorcor's mother had come from Cereus lands, and that it was, by extension, Sorcor's own family honor which had been impugned. This was a revelation of considerable magnitude, and went far to puff up the young wolf's already padded sense of pride and self-importance. Sorcor hated to admit it, but he saw the glint in his mentor's eye the moment he knew he had his apprentice fully under his influence. Sorcor had known then that some of his early suspicions about these moonlight wolves had been correct, but that they already had their claws too deep in his hide to sever ties. The young wolf shook this thought out of his head as he found his way to his sleeping place and began licking the freshest wounds from his training. Borealis would neither go easy on him next time nor let him out of the grand scheme the pair had been stirring up, so he resigned to be ready for both.

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    Sorcor was still adjusting to life after the rightful alphas had returned to the river glade and restored the Redfeather pack. He had tried his best to live up to his potential and become as powerful and successful as he was meant to be, but all that he had to show for it was a failure so magnificent he may never get another chance to lead or be liked by his own pack again. Well, he thought reluctantly, that may not be so true. The alphas wouldn't trust him farther than they could keep an eye on him, or have someone they trusted keeping an eye on him. His brother may never speak to him again. His mother's fierce pride and ambition for him had diminished into loving disappointment and pity, and the rest of the pack at large was taking time to come around. However, some had been very forgiving.
    Solas, surprisingly, had been the first to extend a proverbial olive branch. She had called the whole thing from the beginning, and wasn't one to gloat, but rather wanted to move past the whole thing and fix it. The young she-wolf Solas had taken under her wing during the two years of chaos had been reluctant to follow her lead, but once she had was very kind to him. In fact, Lovegrass had somehow become his mate, and the pair had even sort of adopted Totem's ridiculous rejected son. Sorcor had to chuckle at that. Totem had been after him for so long for his power-- as if he had ever really had any-- and now he was with a pupsitter and had adopted the son she wasn't keen to mother. Life certainly was funny.
    Now Sorcor padded along the rise that buffered the hollow from the outside world and surveyed the pack. Others had been kind to him as well, accepting him back with relative ease. His sisters, for example. Zillea and Suntarr had stuck with him the whole time, following his lead from takeover to changing sides. Viia and Fele were too kind to hate him for long after things had returned to normal. Sirion had simply shrugged and invited him on hunts to try and get his spirits up. Still others were warming up to him more and more, if more slowly.
    Sorcor blinked and looked down at his paws as his reveries were interrupted by a ball of gray fur careening into his shins. He snorted as Solidago's little grinning face beamed up at him and then dared him to give chase as the pup scurried off back down the rise. Sorcor's brows knit together in consternation. This is what he got for acting like a pup the other day when that ridiculously kind mate of his had encouraged him. Well, he thought, all he could do at this point was embrace it or disappoint his son. He growled briefly under his breath, then shrugged and took off running through the hollow once more, to the surprise of his packmates and the delight of his son.

[700 Starting]

[Base changed to Clover from Dark Brown]
[Eyes changed to Scallop from Black]

1x Clover
1x Teardrop