Repaer

*Trigger Warning*: Gore and Violence----My boy has a sad backstory. :'(






You feel a chill rush down your spine as you pad through the deserted Crow Gathering Woods. A lone wolf in a dark cloak is standing in the open, his face covered and barely tilted your way. "Hello," he croons, fangs gleaming, "Have you come to play?"

The ground beneath your paws trembles and suddenly you're no longer in a barren desert; you're in a deep black cave, ravens cawing and flitting to each other. "Welcome, wanderer, to the Game. Enjoy it...while you still live." The same cold feeling jolts through your bones as Repaer finally turns toward you, grinning maliciously.

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He wasn't always this way. Repaer used to have a den, a pack, and a mate.

The dark wolf enjoyed his life. He started each day thanking the moon and the stars for his mate, Calverea. He was the best mate anyone could ask for. But, even that, however, did not last.

On a particularly shivering night, an enemy wolf from a covert pack snuck into their den and slaughtered every pup in sight. The Progeny Massacre, it was called. The wolf immediately fled once the alarm was raised, but Repaer was the first wolf to arrive on scene. He choked on a sob as he took in the limp bodies of the pups and their sitters, his haunches trembling so badly that he could barely support his own weight. Repaer took a step forward, his paws soaked in the blood of his family, his muzzle wet with his own salty tears. He was so shaken that he didn't even notice the sound of enraged barks and pounding steps before it was too late.

He was tackled to the ground, held in place by his neck. The Alpha snarled and snapped at Repaer, his claws digging into his side as Repaer cried out, his ears flattened in panic.

"It wasn't me!" whimpered Repaer, his eyes wide, flashing in terror. "It was an enemy wolf, it wasn't me-!"

"Silence!" roared the Alpha. His heart was clutched in the fist of agony and rage; his son was amongst the pups who were slaughtered. His eyes were cold and hard as he glared at the wolf pinned beneath him. It didn't matter that this wasn't the wolf who killed the pups. Someone had to pay.

Repaer jerked his head to the side as he heard Calverea call for him from the mouth of the cave. "Calverea! I didn't do it! It wasn't me! It was the enemy wolf!"

Alpha turned his cold stare to Calverea, huffing, "Do you wish to defend this traitor? He is your mate after all, how would we know you didn't aid him in this slaughter?"

Calverea stared at Repaer, his body trembling in fear. What was he to do? If he defended his mate, then he too would be punished. But, if he didn't...what would become of him? Calverea lowered his head and looked away, his tail drooping. "No, Alpha," he said softly.

Repaer's eyes widened in disbelief as he was hauled away by the lead hunters, his paws skidding in the warm blood that now flooded the den. "Calverea! Tell them it wasn't me! Calverea...!"

Calverea glanced up, his ears pinned back woefully. Had he known it would be the last time he heard his name, Repaer would have listened more intently as his mate murmured, "I'm sorry, Morall."

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Abruptly, you're jerked back to your own body, gasping wildly for breath. Repaer holds your gaze steadily, freezing you in place. "Did you like the show?" he cackles. "That was just the beginning; a gift, if you will..."