The Wandering Charles

Charles: The nightmare manifested

What was thought to be a calm fall night for the Colony took a turn when its scouts rushed back to report a lost pup at the eshe of their borders. Being a fairly new pack leader, Nuggs chose to bring the pup into the packs dens despite the elders complaints that they shouldn't take in an outsider, pup or not.
It didn't take long before the shivering pup was brought in to stay within the den walls until Nuggs could find where he had come from. Despite his original softness towards the pup it was soon found that something was wrong with it.
Its eyes felt almost unnatural as it into space, some of the packs pups swearing to their mothers they heard him whispering to nothing as he sat on a corner within the pup den. It wasn't until that night when they all knew something was off about the small pup.
Maybe it was the way it stood ominously in the middle of the Colony's gathering area, its snout pointed up towards the moon as it whispered among the shadows, or perhaps it's the way it disappeared in thin air without leaving a trace that truly sent shivers through Nuggs.
Upon closer inspection of the pack borders various symbols had been found gnawed into trees and rocks surrounding their home, none of it making any sense to the scouts and hunters that happened across them. Perhaps it is a warning something is coming, though there are some wolves that believe the pup is traced back to the pack their old leader, Eldestra, had hailed from.
Whispers of a tribe of wolves taking over a pack began spreading through the Colony, wolves that have no morals between them and spread like a disease before crawling back into whatever abyss they had originated from before they can once again crawl from their prison to take over the lands that they feel belong to them.
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Terror in the Mafia

It had been over two decades since Gull Mafia's first alpha had departed them. Lucix was of true mystery, ancient blood magic, a creation of evil and curse, and nothing like him had been in the pack's lands since his departure. Until Charles.

Charles, the Black Shade, appeared on the pack's lands on a rather regular day. No one saw him approach, he wasn't there and then he simply was. Wolves of the Mafia are accepting towards outsiders, so they let Charles into their lands. Charles ran straight into their food storage, and to everyone's surprise, ate only spoiled food. Everyone was even more surprised when the Shade didn't get sick. Each day the Shade filled its belly with rotting meat chunks, spoiled turkey eggs, yet nothing happened to this mysterious being.

Members of the Mafia decided to test the Black Shade's skills as a pack member. They took him hunting, scouting, scavenging and they even let him watch over some pups. But to no avail, for Charles failed to learn anything. "What's the point of such wolf if it doesn't even do anything?" members of the Mafia questioned. Rocky McCocky, the pack alpha found this stranger fairly amusing, and decided to let Charles stay for as long as he'd like. The pack members had a different idea though.

Chickenskin, Gull Mafia's beta had grown suspicious of Charles over the past few days. He planned a cruel plot to get rid of the outsider, and had managed to gain support from some of the pack members. Today would be the day when the Shade would be no more. Chickenskin had spent many hours sharpening an old bone and making it into a fine weapon. They decided to wait until nightfall before ambushing the unsuspecting Charles. And when the time finally came, Charles was gone. And so was the bone knife. Chickenskin and his allies searched for Charles, tracking his scent to the edge of the packlands. The scent ended at a fallen tree, one that had been struck by lightning. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of burning wood was strong. This made the wolves uneasy since there hadn't been a thunderstorm in weeks. As Chickenskin and his companions turned to leave, they heard an ominous giggle, followed by a loud howl. It lasted for only a few seconds, and then it was silent. The Black Shade was gone.

Trip to The Stalking Thorn pack

After his long long journey, the freak known as Charles has become mighty thirsty and decides to temporarily stay nearby a pack that lives near a small rural town, little did Charles know that the pack had...Him...

Charles would be Charles things, what things? No one knows but Charles, all he knows is that he was confronted by said pack in the area, however...Unlike other packs, their appearances varied from odd to just as freaky as Charles, he saw a wolf with extra limps another wolf whose stomach leaked of unknown galaxies, some weird ass kid with a long ass neck, and then him the most majestic being of all wolfkind...Poogamer is someone who could go toe to toe with Charles when it comes to horror, Poogamer would then proceed to walk up to Charles-Looking down at him straight in his unpure eyes before sitting, "I've never seen such impurity other than myself" Poogamer admits with several gargles and grunts "You are the first, are there more?" Poogamer questions Charles, Charles being Charles wouldn't answer before Poogamer nods "Our kind is few and far, it brings me joy seeing such horror, come I shall show you this pack's current leader-He has quite taste" The odd wolves would begin to walk away leading Charles to their pack when Charles arrived many members seemed normal...So why are these as odd as him? Why is Poogamer residing in such a normal pack? Doesn't he seek his own kind? Many of these thoughts swirled in Charles' head before they would arrive at the leader's den, where Buttloaf seemed to be arguing with his inner demons...Inner demons that can be fully seen, regardless even Buttloaf was weird, but not as impure as Charles, Buttloaf would turn seeing Charles seemingly surprised at seeing such horror before he would turn back around picking something up, he then proceeded to get up with...Some weird green mush and would give Charles this "Cup of snow" he calls it, Charles being Charles couldn't say no because he's Charles, Poogamer would suggest he take a sip, Charles would begin to think this is poison but Poogamer would never hurt another horror imbued being would he? Charles would proceed to do as Poogamer said before admitting it's quite exotic but good, everyone proceeded to laugh

After staying for a few weeks, Charles would believe it's time to take his leave while leaving he is met with goodbyes and nods, Poogamer himself would be the last wolf to say his goodbyes to Charles, though while he didn't speak, Charles knew his eyes spoke a thousand words and finds closure that while he's a monster in the eyes of many, he'll always view Charles as a friend if not a brother, Charles would leave the pack territory-"Cup of snow" in paw and head off into unknown destinations, hoping perhaps one day he and Poo will meet again.
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Charles seemed to enjoy the smell of gull shit so much that he decided to return toGull Mafia on his own. All of Gull Mafia was shocked to see him return, but welcomed him back nonetheless.