Alastor

Alastor came from a pack that viewed his curse as a disgrace. Born from the wolves of the autumn forest, his white fur made everyone around him a target, and his stubby horns marked him as unnatural. They made him hate what he was, despite not being able to control it, and he didn't blame them when they kicked him out. Everywhere he went, creatures gazed upon him with wariness and disgust. But then, one day, he found a wolf who didn't. This wolf was the leader of a nearby land, where wolves of all kinds came to gather. They were family there, no matter what, and the kind wolf offered for Alastor to join them. He was sure at first-- After all, wouldn't his curse bring them misfortune? The kind leader shook their head and laughed, assuring the young pup that this wouldn't be the case. And so they left for the kind wolf's land, and he was accepted into their pack with warm smiles and wagging tails. Maybe he wasn't cursed after all... maybe he was just different. And maybe different isn't so bad after all.
- ⛧ Aenocyon ⛧