Kadzait

[kadzait]

kadzait

the character

name: kadzait
age: 3 years
gender: male
pack: none
rank: --
appearance:

breed, artic wolf
eyes, yellow amber
pelt, white
height, 2'5"
weight, 120
other, 3 on his neck (barerly visible due to thick fur) from previous fights.

personality: Kadzait has an unknown personality, but one things for sure, his heart is as big as his body. He'll defend anyone who shows kindness towards him, because he was hurt in the past, he believes those who treats him kindly should be treated like royalty. He has a certain hatred for humans, fear for them to a certain extend as he knew what they can do, but more anger towards their kind though he wont attack if unnecessary. He's quick to forgive small offences, large ones, he'd deal with in his own manner.

Although he is kind hearted, doesn’t mean he's led a clean life. Having his family killed, with no one to protect him, Kadzait was left to fend for himself teaching himself how to fight and in doing so, leaving a trail of bloody self defence. He longs for another pack, to have a second chance in life. Knowing he cant face life alone.

Finding trust hard to get and find, he keeps his feelings to himself, not because he is snobby, but because he’s spent most of his current life alone, its his nature, and what he’s adapted to.

Even though he’s never had any, he has a soft spot for pups.
history: My story starts just like any other wolf's though, forgive me if my memory fails. In early-mid autumn, in the den, with littermates and mum. My parents were the Alpha pair, and although we felt as safe as we ever would, the next few events came all too sudden.

My litter mates and i were 1 year old before the pack had their first encounter with humans. They came with glowing sticks that burnt our fur to the vulnerable skin. We didnt know such little thing can turn into something very big and very deadly, sooner or later, the rows of trees that surrounded our clearing were burnt.

With sharp sticks, i watched my pack get burnt and slaughtered. My little mind couldnt take the present, with the smoke quickly filling up our lungs and our family dieing before our eyes, the red flames, the shouting of the humans in their foreign tongue and the howls and yelps of our family were all gone, faded to black in almost an instant.

I do not know how long i was unconsciouss for and obviously what happened whilst i was out. The next thing i remembered was i was lieing in a stranger's home. A human's home, their scent made me sick, from the very strand of fur that was on their heads, and faces (most commonly on men) to the hyde that was covering their shelter in cone like shapes. Only their firemeat i found very tempting.

I was too weak to go anywhere, i couldnt scent any of my littermates or the pack, i didnt know wether or not they survived. I started to whimper, as the memory flooded back to my mind as quickly as the flames grew around our home.

I tried pulling myself together, i didnt want to get heard by the 2 leggeds but i was still too weak. I struggled to poke my head outside, the surroundings took my by surprise as i finally came to realise, im not even within the borders of the pack's territory, and in knowing this, i knew i was at least a few days travel away.

I grabbed what i could (out of the remaining strenght i had) from the supplies in the human's home and stumbled my way away from their camp. The exhausting effort i knew, would later on be worth it, god knows what the humans wouldve done with me if i stayed.

Alone, i wondered, avoiding my pack's territory as it would pain me even more to stay there, being constantly reminded 0f the past.

During my years alone, i was rejected by other packs, especially when i needed support the most when i first escaped from the humans. I was rejected as the scent of the humans still lingered upon my fur.

Eventually, when i got older at 2 and a half years of age, i survived the hardest of my pup life, growing into maturity. Although i lived alone for most of my life so far, i still long for companionship, and if ever accepted into another pack, i will swear my life to protect it, as i would die saving the pack, than having to go through everything again.


lineage:

birthpack: unknown
sire, unknown
dam, unknown
siblings, unknown

the roleplayer

ooc name: kez
age: 16
gender: female
roleplay level: literate

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