Biography
Riptide's past is dysfunctional, and very much so at that. Born to a father he'd come to learn was his older brother and a seemingly psychotic wolfdog, for a mother, he'd been destined for anarchy.
However, despite the mayhem he'd endured as a whelp, not much is known of his past, only what he'd shared with ravens. In fact, he second most significant, of which there are only two, portion of his rather insane life is when he'd abandoned his likely mentally ill mother to become a dispersal. He'd been four at the time, an adult but nonetheless still in his youth, and his father (or was he his older brother? He'd referred to the canid as neither; simply by the wolf's name, and that he did at all times regardless of the hurt look upon the what he had considered a virile's face) had beeseeched to him as a last effort to get him to stay. His mother needed him, his father had pleaded.
Riptide declined.
His younger sister, Elena, sought after him weeks later, amd provided an excuse when he asked why she'd followed after him. She soon left elsewhere, in search of a place to settle. (He did not wish to speak of the way she'd brush her tail under his chin whenever she walked past him; the way she'd sleep far too close to him for comfort; nor of the flirtatious grin she carried whenever she knew his cerulean gaze was fixated on her bister fell. He hated the strange twinge he felt whenever she did what she did. He hated how this had been what had drove them apart. Disgusting.)
There were a few damsels here and there, and he was aware he'd fathered a tad bit of progeny, though he'd never be sure, for his first relationships never quite lasted, and only ever ended with afterglows. During these times, however, Riptide learnt of charm and allure, and, my, did he master them over the years.
Then, there is a large, monotous space between his youth and the day he came upon Fala Flo.
He had admitted that he'd been in a very bad place of mental wellbeing when he had found her, the famous Crow's Arrow, in a cave alone, starving and dehydrated. It seems that she'd simply given up, too old and weak to continue with living.
A surge of...something had gushed into his veins, and the moment he saw her emerald orbs, wherein their hopelessness buried into his very marrow, he was entranced and drawn, and he promised himself he'd fight for her life.
He'd fallen in love with a wolf who'd never love him back, it seemed. He was with her throughout her healing process; throughout her emotional breakdowns. He'd heard her sobs and laughs. Until she finally left him behind.
Heartbreak was something he'd never experienced before then, but there is a first time to everything, he supposed.
As with the wolf he'd give every moment of his existence to have grown old with, and just like how only the most disturbing parts of his life are known, no one knows what became of Riptide; though when the moon rises high in the sky, the ravens tell of seeing him howl his grief to nothing but the stars.
Breeding Info
N/A
| Personality
Though once amorous and, to be frank, libidinous, his past has molded him into someone he himself does not recognize, for forever shall he weep.
Preferences
To be with Fala Flo, the one he loves, though it seems this shall never happen.
Special Skills
Either due to his bitter past or due to the dog-blood running in his genes, Riptide has grown extremely accustomed to strident weather; in fact, so much so that he does better in said environments than when a disaster is not occuring.
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Spring 
Night Weather: 
Brimstone Moon: 
