Okeanos

Starting Stats: 514
Lvl 1-540
Lvl 2- 544/546
Lvl 3- 552/553
Lvl 4- 561/564
Lvl 5- 574/578
Lvl 6- 590/
Lvl 7- /
Lvl 8- /
Lvl 9- /
Lvl 10- /

Okeanos huffed as he lifted his head towards the sky, his ebony-feathered companion soaring above, swooping down to land on a low-hanging branch. An omen of death, of intelligence, a Psychopomp. They didn't speak the same language but they didn't need to, their spiritual connection wired them together in a way that made words obsolete. They shared the same onyx eye, revealing things others could not see. 'How useless for the symbol of death to be unable to seek out the dying' his companion didn't retaliate, but it didn't need to. Beings higher than themselves had sent them here to seek a dying wolf and take his place. Okeanos knew their healer was cut from the same strand of life as himself, who knew of their arrival and had pushed the pack into hiding deep within the forest. He blinked slowly at the raven as he was pulled back to reality by the faint but distinct smell of cadaverine and putrescine. Try as they might death is the only guarantee, they cannot hide from it no matter how far in the forest they lay. Breaking eye contact with the bird, he continued forward at a slow, leisurely walk and his companion took flight once more. They had no choice but to wait for him, and wait they would.

As the scent grew stronger there was an almost deafening crescendo of a deeply pitched hum, a dim gray light that flickered from beneath the roots of a great oak. Stopping when he reached the tree, the singular gray light showing they were alone. The raven croaked with a morbid excitement above 'well, get on with it' it seemed to taunt. Okeanos' tail twitched, a sound akin to only a purr clawed its way out from deep within his chest as he tucked his body to the earth, pushing past the liminal barrier to enter the foul scented cave. His eyes were quick to adjust to the darkness and settle on the decaying mass that resided there. The only sign of the once-great Alpha was the groan of each slow and scarce breath, a soul refusing to leave the body that had long ago died. He found himself almost wanting to laugh in pity at the sight before him, pups were told tales of the great feats this wolf had committed and yet even he succumbed to the inevitable, his stories could not save him. Okeanos lowered his muzzle to touch the ear of the old wolf, he knew he could hear him. "All rivers return to the sea, and you cannot stop their flow, Salem." Okeanos pressed his nose between the sealed eyes of the wolf, and the gray aura flickered away to nothing. His onyx eye flickered white with a familiar searing pain for just a moment before he made his way out of the den. Stopping he tilted his head slightly to the figure "But I've grown to fly over rivers with Raven's wings, and with your pack, I'll teach the same."

He knew the pack would not accept him right away, they would greet him with hostility knowing what his presence entailed. However this decision was not up to them nor him, it was a plan already set into motion that could not be undone. The fact that he had found Salem alone, far from any trace of his pack told Okeanos of the intelligence and strength of the pack, it would not be easy. The raven croaked above just as he felt another wave of searing pain in his eye, hundreds of images flashed before him at once. He didn't need to decipher them, their meanings seemed to crawl from the back of his mind as if they had been laying in wait. The pack, and his mate among them all. Their message was clear and he knew what he was to do.