(view spoiler)["That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet." Name: Yisroel
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Tribe: Undead
Rank: Warrior/Hunter/Scout
Appearance
Personality: He cannot accept that he is dead, and because of this his true talents are held back. Suffocated by the rage boiling in his system from the betrayal of the pack he had loved as family. The motivation to trust another wolf besides himself is unimaginable. Yisroel unwillingly joined the undead tribe for a sense of purpose. Immediately pulling away from those who wish to befriend him. Although his loyalty to protect and serve his Alpha and pack is prominent, there are trickles of misery that linger within the massive wolf. Making him appear as a solemn but mighty member of the pack. When danger lurks in the shadow he is the first to take action, allowing the greatest of damage to be taken solely by him. The conviction to protect the weak allows him to stand and further defend members even if brutally wounded. An honorable trait, but foolish for a pack that must protect each other.
History:
Yisroel was once a great Alpha to a renowned group of powerful wolves, there pack name now a desecrated mildew of what it once was. Once upon a time, he reminisced in the family he once had, training endlessly with his mate. Watching their pups strengthen and humorously rebel agaisnt the loved alpha, or so he thought. All of his happiness was taken away from him in a blink of an eye. His mate and pups hunted down by the friends he had called family. Although, doing his best to defend his family. His pups were meticulously slain before his eyes, and his mate tortured. Hopelessly watching as the life in her eyes drained away slowly, all fight dissipating as the pain overtook everything. Next, was Yisroel. He was brutally eaten alive by his pack, the enjoyment of his defeated whines eased their punishment. Left him to die in the wilderness with the broken corpses of his only family.
Death soon followed the great Alpha, bringing peace as he bathed in the glow of reuniting with his family. But, suddenly as fate would have it. They vanished. Waking to find himself amongst the living, only he wasnt actually alive. Of course, being as how he remained standing
Personality: Xantara if filled with inexplicable amount of wisdom and intelligence, always offering young pups a bit of knowledge to further their maturity. However, despite her stoic desposition, she is extremely playful to young pups. Allowing them to pull on her tail, or jump onto her mossy fur for a small trek through the woods. She never leaves the clearing of the tribe. A demanding fear that if she is not there, something terrible would happen to her Alpha, or worse the young ones. Even so, being a healer would subjugate her to only be able to do that one thing- heal, but when provoked she will fight in whatever way she can to help.
History:
Xantara was born special, unlike her furry family, her fur excited and drew fear in her bethren. Simply because the earth had chosen her to partake in its beauty. The mossy green fur excluded her from playing with the other pups. The Alpha feared that if playing damaged her in any way, mother nature would retaliate with rage. Thus tearing the pack apart. That was something the Alpha could not endure. So, instead Xantara remained secluded, guarded by the beta and the omega so she wouldnt wonder from the cave. She felt lonely, seeing the other pups laughing and having fun while she remained solitary. With only the grown ups to keep her company, discussing amongst themselves.
When she finally turned sixteen, she finally decided that it was best for her to leave her pack. She didnt feel welcome to a group that was ashamed of the way she looked. So, she bid her farewell to her parents, and never looking back. She wandered the maternal plane, discovering mysterious wonders as she searched for nothing in particular. Until, she gazed upon a youngling that had the same green fur as her own. There, she was welcome with open arms. Discovering her healing abilities. From a simple graze on the legs, to a gushing wound caused by a bear. Xantara found her purpose, and there was nothing thay waa going to take that away frok her.
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