✖ Hakan ✖
（Forest）（Warrior）
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" I am what I am. Take it or leave it. "
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filler＇＇the basics ；When I was born...
- Believe it or not, I am 《3 and a half》,
and I am currently at the rank of《Warrior》
I have 《male》 parts on me.
《 No one》 currently holds my heart.
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filler＇＇Digging deeper ；A little more detail about my existence...
I've been known to like...
~ Fighting; Naps; Like most in my pack I enjoy pups… But no one will get me to admit it; Warm bodies against mine… What you call that cuddling? No… I don‘t like that. You‘re insane; Hunting…
And these things make me bare my teeth..
~ Getting to close with others; Idiots; Elder Wolves always thinking they have something to teach me…
These things make me want to hide...
~ Being alone all my life; Thunderstorm (though I hide this very well); Loosing fights; Loosing those I love...
This is who I truly am...
- I am a very serious wolf. I wasn‘t much for playing even as a pup. Some might describe me as a grumpy. What a stupid word! Grumpy. Heh, sounds like something my sister would say if she was still around. Anyways, I am a very loyal to those that are my friends. Those that are my superiors will be treated like such, but most must earn my respect before I really truly listen to them. I may be only 3 but I know much more than some other brute or fae my age. I am not looking for love. Love seems only to make things weaker… more vulnerable. Perhaps I would even be described as a bit stoic. Its just who I am.
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filler＇＇Down under ；This seems so long ago...
It all started when...
- Where to start? When I was born? Fine. First off my father was a warrior and my mother was a scout. Though she wasn’t as strong or as skilled at fighting as my father, I hear she was rather good at getting a quick strike in that would leave a wolf dazed. She was a small fae like a scout should be and from what others have told me the strain of carrying my sister and I was too much for her. Even though she survived our birth, she was only lived a few months after that. My father took off pretty much after she died. He made sure that we’d be looked after but that was pretty much it. Hera, my sister, took it rather harshly. She whined every night for at least a month after that. It more pissed me off that he just left us like that…Guess she always was the more sensitive of the two of us. She always let her emotions be her guide in her life. Anyways, I stayed strong for the both of us back then. Trying to protect her from other wolves that could harm her. She was small like our mom and other pups and even older wolves found it easy to pick on her. She was on the fast track to being an omega! I couldn‘t let that happen. So, anytime another pup or even wolf tried to push her around I would jump in and take a hit for her or even fight a bit if the aggressor so chose. I had to. She was my sister after all. I loved her. Ungrateful b***h…
Anyways, this trend continued as we grew. Hera getting pushed around and me standing up for her. It wasn’t long before some older wolves saw that I had potential to become a warrior. One older wolf that my sister had accidentally crossed paths with when he was in a foul mood went to bite her, I head butted him out of the way out of reflex… and well it ended up being the old gamma male… Woops, after he beat me soundly for getting in the way. He still saw I had a lot more fight in me than many wolves my age. He took me under his paw and started to teach me some techniques. Till then I was just going buck crazy on a wolf. I guess one could have called me an angry brute back then. Which he also taught me to curb and control. I learned that letting your emotions get the best of you usually ended up badly. That to control that anger and use as a senses sharpener was the real key too success. With the gamma’s help, as well as some other wolves that started to take interest in me, I was admitted in the rank of warrior in training. The gamma was pretty old by then… So like most old wolves do, he left respectfully and with his dignity to live out the rest of his short days by himself. I missed him but respected his decision to leave much more than my fathers… Okay maybe I still carry a little anger about that and could contribute to my problem with some over ranking brutes…
Anyways, with my status as a warrior pretty much secured; I tried to find my sister a position where she could be happy. I thought shaman’s assistant might suit her well. It was easy to see after you got past how weak my sister looked that she had a certain kind of charm and love for all the wolves I the pack. Something I thought a shaman needed. So I pushed her towards the position. Never understood why I had to push her too it. I was making sure she wasn’t going to be an omega! You think she’d roll over in happiness for the chance! For some reason I always felt like she resented me some for my pushings. What else could she have been? Not like the scouts wanted a timid thing like her… Hunters needed to be stronger. Lord knows that the Warriors would have just barked with laughter if she tried! No, shaman seemed to me the best spot for her. But what ever it doesn’t matter now…
When we turned two, Hera and I were officially being accepted as higher ranking members. I was finally going to be a full blown warrior and Hera was being accepted as a shaman assistant. Hera at that time was always taking long walks in the woods by herself. I didn’t think anything off it. I mean, shamans needed to do that sort of stuff. Plus, I was pretty busy and was kind of glad for the break of not looking after her any more. Well, apparently all that time in the woods she had met a brute. I don’t know if this brute was from a different pack or just a loner.. Either way, she asked me to come to the forest one night so we could talk. I told her we could do it in the den but she begged and pleaded and whatever… She got me to go. That’s when she sprung the brute on me. Telling me she was in love or some bull crap. That she wanted my blessing to go with him that night. My blessing!? After all I had done to protect her! First by fighting then by trying to get her a spot so she wouldn’t be an omega!?…. I didn’t give it too her. I don’t like to talk about what happened that night. Needless to say, I came back to the pack alone. And that ungrateful b***h is out there somewhere… May she rot… Well.. I guess I hope she is okay… But if she ever shows back up again.. She better say she is sorry for leaving me like that.
Anyways… The rest of my story is pretty dull.. Or really just sort of ordinary and I really don’t feel like explaining any more. I’m done.
