ᴳ³ Cursed Frostbite

"We helps the Wolvda'lor…" They spoke in a strange echoing voice. Their voice sounds like there are more than one speaking at the same time. The sword itself seemed to be part of of the body. The eyes was so cold to look at, freezing even. The air around it was turning everything into ice, making it painful to carefully approach to. The body was ghostly, phasing in and out between worlds.

But yet, this wolf means no harm as it simply… wanders like a lost pup.

"Lost… forever…" They whispered, repeatedly. The strange wisps follow wherever they face and spoke in tongues ever so… quietly.

North, the Wolvda'lor, only accepts as she felt the pity on this strange wolf. But only on one condition, they must help Blackmane Pack by exploring the lands beyond the territory. Farther than they can go. It happily accepts as it has no purpose but to wander.

There is another story behind him.. unbeknownst to the current Wolvda'lor. It will be her undoing.

Frostbite's HistoryThe strange wolf appeared from the dark cave. The air became stagnant and colder than it should be. The ice begins to form, beginning from the dark cave and spreads outwards. Then, the wolf hisses and laughs," So! Look who it is.. A Wolvda'lor who appears before me." He laughs again.

The Wolvda'lor scoffs," Hmm. I have no interest in your bickering and you are trespassing my lands."

"HA! These lands belongs to me as always. You have no power here. Not one drop of magic is in you. All you have is your thick pelt and metal." He snarled," Nothing! But thick pelt and s c r a p." His teeth bared, almost like a grin. It was an insult to Wolvda'lor, a grave mistake he just made.

"Well. I may be powerless but my word is law, Frostbite. And I'm never alone." She stood tall, fully knowing her intentions is. Four wolves appeared behind her, each growling and snarling. He took a step back, eyes becoming wide," What?"

"Leave these lands. You are no longer Wolvdalorian. You are and will be cursed for your actions. I cursed you, dar'manda. Forever." She stood with her voice firm. All four wolves howled as the curse grew and swarmed all around Frostbite. The sword he used as weapon turned against him and pierce his heart, leaving him in constant pain. He screamed as he became the undead. The black markings of his own skeleton appeared on his pelt, branding him as a cursed one. His eyes became the color of blue moon. His armor fell off as he has no need for them.

"These armor will be smelted again for our foundlings. Erased of your history and start anew. I truly hope you will learn your place. As your lesson." She spoke as the armor was retrieved from him. "Let your own sword teach you a lesson, Frostbite. Never return to these land. Leave now while you can." She threatened as she put her paw forward, flexing her claws angrily. He gasped and ran in fear with his tail between his legs, saying nothing.

That Wolvda'lor was none other than North.