Biography
Ruin studied the she-wolf standing before him, her red coat catching shadows dancing off into the evening, her green eyes deep as the jungle. There she stood, proper and proud, the incarnation of evil itself; his new mate.
Ruin shambled up to the she-wolf, confirming his worst fears, "Darkseeker," he mumbled.
"Lightbringer" she accused, offering no other words of welcome, introduction, or shared distaste of eachother.
After a moment of silence, Ruin sighed, "Well, this is it. Shall we?" he motioned off to the territories they were given, between the two rival packs. Where they were to stay, the single, fragile link between peace and destruction.
The she wolf huffed, "Fine," after a moment, she finally spilled, "Look, I'm only doing this for my pack; I've seen enough of there blood spilt in this stupid war. But don't expect me to enjoy it; and don't expect me to love you."
"Same," Ruin replied, wondering to himself if Darkseekers could actually get tired of spilling blood, "Don't expect anything from me either.
And so it began, this forced union. Ruin dreaded the oncoming days, and could barely fathom the thought of years. He wanted to go back home- to his friends, to his pack. But doing that could get them killed. At least there was a mutual agreement already, that neither of them liked each other. That what was being done was simply for the good of the packs. Maybe they could get through this, that it wouldn't be so bad after all.
Rust stood between the two wolves, trying to hide her nervousness and failing miserably at it. She wavered back and forth between staying and leaving; unsure what would ensue after the news she just brought. Finally she left, slinking away from the two shell-shocked wolves, their purpose here crumbling.
Ruin could barely speak, "They're all dead," he murmured, "My- ours families, our packs... they're dead," Mystic swallowed hard, consumed by the news but not as visibly shaken. Ruin envied her control.
"Well," she laughed, hollow, "That didn't last long."
"Didn't last long?" Ruin spat, "Half of my life, wasted with you on this damn treaty, and they go and kill each other anyways? HALF MY LIFE!" he yowled, overcome.
"Yeah, well I didn't want to spend all that time with you either!" Mystic spat back, losing her posture, "You bloody sun stalker!"
"You rabid moon chaser!" he howled back.
The insults passed back and forth, the hate within them drained away by the years as the two wolves crumbled into each other, everything they loved ripped away from them.
Well, not everything.
Side by side, the two wolves addressed the pack. They still despised each other, sure, but they had built up something worth keeping intact. Something they both loved, and wanted to see grow. Ruin only half listened to Mystics reporting to the pack, instead gazing into faces of the one's he'd grown to love. And the one he didn't, instead sizing them up, how well they'd do. He took in every one of them as if he'd never see them again. Perhaps he never would see any of them again. For Ruin knew better than any one what must be done for the pack they so loved.
Bio continued under Special Skills.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Overly-emotional and sometimes whimsical, Ruin could be read like a fantasy novel. He was an honest alpha, ready to give his real opinion if the need came up; however, he was always reserved about his personal life, especially of his time before this pack. Due to this, little was actually known about him, other than that he was chosen as the keeper of the treaty and that he was bitter over having to leave something- or someone- specific from his pack.
Ruin was a free spirit, never fit to be an alpha. Despite this, he always did his best for the pack, and eventually grew fond of them. For five years he played a part in the guidance of the pack, and his influence is felt still. However, after the two packs broke their treaty and tore each other to pieces, it became clear to him that he must leave the pack. Vestiges of the two old packs came around time to time, mad and blood-crazed, to attack the neutral pack, and it is believed that Ruin saw something during one of their battles with the remaining rogues that spurred him to leave.
Preferences
Ruin liked to be left alone, and as far as many in the pack knew, that was all he liked.
He got along with most of the pack members well enough, but was most fond of Rust, likely for their shared hopelessness with their lot given in life. Although Mystic could probably relate in such a way as well, Ruin did not like her at all, or that mangy he-wolf that had joined them and stayed.
That was unfortunate. Ruin was actually rather fond of all the males that had joined the pack at one point or another but left, though his dislike of this particular one could have stemmed from something more personal.
Special Skills
"Are you sure about this?"
Ruin couldn't help but laugh to himself. Of all the wolves in the pack, Mystic should be the last to question his decision, or perhaps at least the first to suggest it.
"Yeah, I'm sure. This pack will benefit much more from you remaining alpha than me; I don't exactly fit the role too well," he shared a smile with her for a moment, but it faded fast.
"I meant leaving. You could stay, you know."
A wistful look passed over Ruin, "You know I can't. It just... won't work. I'm the odd one out, I'm the one who's holding up the pack from becoming-" he sighed, "I'm-"
"You're making excuses, that's what," Mystic said pointedly, "But it's your decision. I'm not stopping you."
After a daunting silence between them, Ruin finally confessed, "I love this pack, I really do but... I need someone else to love, and if h-sh-she's out there..."
"Shhhh..." Mystic hushed him, posture stiffening, "No mate of mine is gonna go crying on me," she snickered, then softened, "I know. You just need to know you have a place to return to. We love you, too." She turned, walking back into their- her territory, leaving Ruin feeling guilty as ever. He hadn't been lying about being a holdup to the pack, but that wasn't the only reason he was leaving.
Ruin had made a promise, a long long time ago. A promise to go wherever they go. And it was time for him to uphold that promise, even if their was no going back. Ruin padded away aimlessly, wandering lost in this world but still in the direction he needed to go.
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