● Kale Loft ●
Alpha Male ● North Pack
Alpha Male ● North Pack
███████ ██ ██ тhis ɨs ωho ɨ αm...
███████ ██ ██ тhese αre мy ɨnterests...
███████ ██ ██ αnd тhis ɨs мy ѕtory...
███████ ██ ██ α ℓittle єxtra...
- → мy ηame ɨs Kale Loft,
→ вut ɣou ¢an ¢all мe Kale
→ ɨncase ɣou ¢an't тell, ɨ'm α male,
→ αnd ɨ'm twenty-eight ɣears σld.
→ ɨ'm тhe alpha σf тhe North ρack.
███████ ██ ██ тhese αre мy ɨnterests...
- → ɨf ɨ ¢an't нave мore σf тhese...
- ___► Strength
___► Power
___► Sex
- тhen ɨ ωill нurt ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou ɢive мe мore σf тhese...
- ___► Disobedience
___► Being told what to do
___► Sierra mist
- тhen ɨ ωill ¢ut ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou вring мe ηear αny σf тhese...
- ___► Failing his pack
___► Losing rank
___► Being caught as a lycan
- тhen ɨ ωill кill ɣou.
███████ ██ ██ αnd тhis ɨs мy ѕtory...
- → α ℓittle вackground ηoise...
- I can't say who my mother was. She died while giving birth to me, though it was a topic my father never wished to discuss. Unlike most lycans, he wasn't aggressive or dominant. A lot of lycans mate for the strength of their offspring. With that in mind, I suppose he really must have loved my mother. He was a quiet man, and for a long time it was just him and I. From the day I was born untiI was ten we moved from city to city. I was never explained of what he was looking for. It was understood that I should not ask, either. I saw normal kids go to school, yet I did not. Often my father would look over his shoulder, as if he were listening for someone or something. It made me suspicious as well, though I really wasn't sure what we were looking for.
From the get go, he prepared me to fight the battles I would face growing up. It was always a blessing to be a lycan, according to him. It meant we were different from the normal people, and apparently our ancestors had all been great lycans, though he never got into detail. I would find out later. Often, he would lecture me on fighting techniques. I wasn't sure how he knew all this, because I had honestly never seen my father hurt a fly. At one point I was sure that I was a great fighter, but that was probably my ego at the age of nine telling me that. Since I was so confident, my father offered to spar with me, something I hadn't ever thought he would do. He didn't fight. Surely, I could handle this old man. I was knocked out cold in a matter of seconds.
When I turned ten he finally took me to the North pack. It was safe to say we were not welcomed. My father's brother was the currently the alpha male. My father was clearly older than the current alpha, which made me wonder why he wasn't the alpha. Why had we been living on the streets this whole time and why was he bringing us back now? Comparing the two of them, I could see my father used to be the bigger of the two, but over the years his muscles had deteriorated from disease, that he had hid from me. I would later understand he had brought me to the pack, because he was dying. It was his family's pack. To gain entrance, my father was faced with a challenge with his brother. A cruel joke in my mind. Here the alpha was healthy and young, while my father had aged so much over the years and stooped slightly from sickness. Needless to say, my father was slain right then before my eyes.
For whatever reason, I was allowed to stay. Perhaps, my uncle felt slightly guilty about killing his only brother. It wasn't like I bothered to ask him. We lived in a hotel, which I thought was weird. It was hard to settle down in one place after years and years of moving around. Around the age of twelve I began my transformation as a lycan. I used to be carefree and have the mindset of a normal child, well now my mind had become clouded with bitterness over the loss of my father. Now that my lycan form had came in, my emotions fluctuated enormously. Little things set me off and I was constantly fighting with the other people my age and sometimes older.
I grew up unchallenged by my peers. My uncle never stopped me for what I was doing. If anything, he watched with what only could be described as amusement. So the fate that fell upon him was his own damn fault. When I was twenty-two I was the warrior. In my opinion I was in the position to be a higher rank, but I suppose my uncle would have rather kept me at a lower rank for his own personal reasons. It was on one evening that I was in the kitchen and he came in. At first he spoke of how well of a fighter I had become and how I reminded him of my father. From there on it took a turn. Apparently, my my uncle had had a thing for my mother, yet she had chosen my father. He had slain my mother not long after my birth and my father and I were sent away. I can't quite remember that night, besides blind rage. The next thing I knew, I saw him laying on the floor, his throat torn out.
Of course, the betas tried to step up for the open position, but they were quickly turned back in place or replaced. For the past six years I have ran this pack by myself without a mate. Well, it's hard to settle down. Recently, I have picked a mate. Valerie. She was picked because she was the strongest in the pack, and was best suited for me overall. Hopefully, making her alpha fae will strengthen the pack.
→ αnd ωhatever єlse...
- ___N/A
███████ ██ ██ α ℓittle єxtra...
- → oтhers sαy ɨ ℓook ℓɨke David Beckham
→ мy мaster ɨs Kick Off Your Stilettos
