Argo

                                     "The old gods call for the outsider in an attempt to claim their flesh for their own.

                                                                        We're here to ensure that doesn't happen."

A lone wolf born to a pair of exiles, Argo was raised on the stories and myths of both the Old gods and the lands on which he was born. From a young age, these stories invoked both awe and curiosity in the young pup, with his favorite tales accounting the duties and trials of a pack of ancient wolves who worked to guard the border between the world of the living and the old God's domain. It was only when he got older, that he learned about his blood connection to these ancient wolves, as well as the reason for his parent's exile. 

As it would turn out, the Old God's were awakening, and the blood of the ancients was needed to yet again guard the border so that the Gods would not slip out and cause havoc in the land of the living. Argo's family, as well as many others, had been exiled in the hope that they would survive to adulthood and return to fulfil this duty. So when he was able to survive on his own, Argo left in hopes that he could  play his part, and perhaps even find his own place among those stories.

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Though it was a long journey, Argo eventually arrived at the place where the Domain of the gods bordered the mortal world. In some ways, the Lost lands live up to the mysticism that's always surrounded them. Shadowy wolves are often seen stalking the territory and phantom voices can be heard all over. The land itself breathes with a life unseen. It was here, however, That he met a charming she-wolf known as Zaelia. And while it took some coaxing, He learned that she was from the surrounding area and had also grown up listening to some of the legends. However, her home also took it to a farther level, incorporating both song and dance. It was through the song and dance themselves that she had heard the stories told most often. When Argo showed interest, she agreed to work out a deal; you show me more of your stories, and i'll show you around. The two have been together ever since.

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While the pack has continued to slowly grow Argo has lost much of his fairytale like view on the stories he grew up with, But he also plans to make sure they never die either. With Zaelia and Fern's help, They've made sure the the younger wolves in the pack continue to learn and pass them down. Now he only hopes that its enough to keep his new found family alive. At this point though, he can't help but be wary. Just the other day he saw a wolf that seemed to be formless. it was a wolf, that he knows, but he couldn't pinpoint anything specific about it, just that it WAS. It's enough to leave him unnerved. 

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More growth and more problems. Not surprising he supposes, though he can't say he's particularly pleased with it either. Recently, Hollow, one of the newer pups, has grown up and taken to thinking the old stories are a load of cougar dung. In some ways, he can't blame her, but she either hasn't seen the shadowy neighbors that roam the lands OR she refuses to see them. he's not quite sure either way if he's being honest. And of course, That strange, formless wolf has been scented on more than one occasion , having crossed the borders multiple times over. He has to wonder if this is the type of dung his ancestors put up with.

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Recently, The land seems to radiate anger. The shadow wolves seem slightly more aggressive than usual, the voices more agitated and worried. Add to that Fern's recent passing, the appearance of recent strange wolves skulking about the territory, and the recent bouts of illness plaguing the pack. All he knows is Zaelia is the only thing that keeps him from losing every ounce of sanity he has left.

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