Erebus [G2]

270 base stats

Notable offspring;
14 Slates
10 Iridiums
1 Pyrope!?
1 losna

LORE

Erebus is an anomaly that wandered into the pack.
A small and sickly pup with dark eyes and a sullen nature, but they took him in and raised him as their own.

Strange things happen within Mourning Midnight and no exception was spared with Erebus.
Wolves from far and wide had heard about the changes some of the members had experienced and they started appearing more frequently. Some were simply curious and wanted to meet these fabled wolves, while others were aggressive and pushy. Causing conflict and greedily seeking the changes themselves. This disturbed the pack greatly and there was talk of constant relocation to avoid being found easily. A difficult feat considering their quick growth and the worry of upkeep.

Erebus was frightened by these conversations. After all they had done for him he felt that there must be a way to help, despite being so small.
He began to train under the moonlight, sneaking out alone to patrol the packs border. He would run until his legs burned, stalk his way through the thickets until his paws made no sound. He learned to hide himself in the shadows, so that passers by would not notice him until he chose to be revealed.

During these long nights the moon had started to work her magic.
His eyes became keen, cutting through the dead of night. Seeing anything and everything that stepped into his line of sight.
His patrols were joined by a thin fog, every night without a fail. Slow and creeping.
The fog was the most confusing, it seemed to surround the packs territory but never covered their main grounds, leaving their dens clear.

The true power that came with Erebus and the bizarre fog wasn't discovered until a rogue wolf attempted break through their ranks.
Erebus was out on one of his secret patrols. He tailed the large male after picking up his scent that reeked of ill-intent. As the wolf neared the sleeping pack Erebus felt something bubble up inside him, a will to protect his new family. He slipped into the trees to overtake this wolf and stepped in front, barring him from the path that would lead him to the pack.

The rogue snarled a terrible laugh at the sight. A scrawny pup attempting to stand his ground against a seasoned fighter. But the laugh gurgled off as the small Erebus stared. The fog that surrounded them grew thick and heavy, and the rogue swayed unsteadily on his paws. He tried to lunge at Erebus in confusion and anger but couldn't land a hit as the lithe wolf danced away from him.
They kept this up for a few minutes, the rogue steadily losing balance and coherence.

His mind became clogged. He forgot who and where he was. Stripped of his thoughts and rationality.
The rogue collapsed another few moments later as the dizziness overtook him, his eyes rolling and tongue hanging lazily out of his gawking mouth, drool pooling in the dirt.

The pack woke with a start at the sound of a victorious howl. The stronger members rushed to the sound expecting an intruder gloating over a killed family member.
What they saw instead was the young Erebus standing over a large rugged male passed out from exhaustion.
His eyes bright with honour and fog clinging to his limbs like tendrils, an extension of himself.

They couldn't find an explanation for this phenomenon. The fog that followed Erebus could be controlled through his will and acted as a defensive mechanism. Anything that wandered in that could be a threat would experience severe faintness and disorientation. The closer to the pack they got the worse it would get, eventually passing out.
If Erebus found them to be of good heart they would be given right of way and safe passage.

He was given the official role of pack guardian, his patrols now part of his daily routine, surrounding their border with the fog to create a barrier for his family who were all left completely unaffected.
There was no more need to relocate for safety. They could build a home and remain hidden from the world in peace whilst still being able to connect with the rest of the land.
Erebus could filter the travellers from good and bad, so they still had curious visitors with whom they could share tall stories and wisdom.