Name// Tadita
Age// 2 years
Desired Rank// Warlord
Personality//
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Introverted:
Tadita doesn't like voicing his feelings toward others. He's the type that likes to keep to himself and usually ends up only worrying about himself. This means that he has a hard time fitting into a pack environment when he's used to be a loner himself. Because of this Tadita often times has his exploding moments when he doesn't get his emotions out. He doesn't speak his emotions, but this doesn't mean that it can't be seen in his body language, which he often uses to communicate with those around him. Tadita can handle being yelled at, but what he can't handle is being pushed around and treated like garbage.
Dominant:
Being alone most of his life, Tadita has been independent. This means that when it comes to trying out pack life, he has no clue what to really be doing. His instincts of course show him the way around, but that doesn't mean he won't run into a couple bumps here and there. Tadita is fairly dominant. There are even times where he will act dominant between the superior wolves that are around him. If he has no choice to be submissive, then he will do so against his own will. He doesn't like to be pushed around and will happily push back if someone's morals contradict with his own. He can easily start a fight for dominance, not fearing if it will get him kicked out or if it will be the loss of his own life. There are times where he will even be seen challenge the Alpha's of the pack. Whether its on the case of a decision that they have made, or the way that they are acting toward him. In his own mind, Tadita is his own Alpha.
Inexperienced:
There will be several points in interaction where Tadita believes himself to be more experienced than those around him thanks to the way his past had been carried out. Living as a loner gave him several strategies that have kept him alive all this time. However, he is still young and knows little to nothing about pack life, only basic knowledge as he doesn't want to have to deal with responsibilities placed around him. He thinks that he knows everything, and at points can be quite a brat when he wants to be. There are chances that older wolves can challenge him, and out of frustration there is a possible chance that he will either storm away not admitting to anyone that he was wrong, or instilling a fight between the other pack member. Tadita's 2 years of life haven't exactly been amazing, but they haven't been terrible either. The Tundra wolf has a lot to learn ahead of him, so if anyone wants to get on his good side, they'll have to be patient with him and try to explain to him several times why he is wrong. Due to his morals, this means that Tadita is actually quite cold toward others, and thinks that betrayal should be carried out with death. Second chances shouldn't be given out to anyone, and that violence is the best policy rather than talking.
Cold-hearted:
When it comes to someone wanting support or empathy, Tadita isn't one to give that out to just anyone. He is hard to gain someones trust, but if they show that they are capable of taking care of themselves then he is most likely to tolerate their presence toward him. Also, as long as those around know their place when he's there, then they won't have problems. Having seen plenty of pack members dead before, he doesn't care if someone he doesn't know end up dying. Of course he'll probably go out and try to fight out what could have done it and take it down because it could possibly be a threat to him too. Tadita doesn't care if someone is going through grief, and will most likely tell them to get over it. Thanks to his short temper, Tadita gets easily frustrated with those that seem to over react about everything that happens in this world. Even though he is young, Tadita has realized how cruel this world can end up being and has no intention of giving into it. Now, if he saw a pup dead, then he would easily be disturbed and would walk away from the scene without talking about what could have happened. If someone dies because of a reckless mistake, he will most likely openly talk about how stupid their decision was, Again showing those around that he believes he knows everything when he does not.
Slightly Mentally Unstable:
Every wolf out there has fears. Tadita is no different when he tries to act like a tough guy. If someone pays attention enough, they will notice that at some points that he seems to be staring off into space. The large male often times seems to go into his own mind and its there that he thinks about the horrible moments in his past. There are plenty of events that can trigger him to having flashbacks of those events. Its the only reason why Tadita doesn't constantly start fights, especially with Alpha's even if it does seem like it. If he gets in a fight with an Alpha, is a more likely chance that Tadita will be completely destroyed in the fight and be forced to submit. There is a reason for this as he won't fight back full force against any Alpha. Out of fear. Not out of fear of the Alpha of course, but more out of fear of those that he once knew when he was much younger than he is now. There are times where a terrible scene will be played out before him, and he'll just sprint away, trying to get far away from his problems as possible. Due to what his name means, Tadita is known to run from the problems that trigger him about his past. There are instances that he will have nightmares, and will wake up with a start. He will never scream though waking up from his nightmares. If someone happens to be there when he wakes up and he can't figure out who they are, he will take up an aggressive position to protect himself after being vulnerable during his nightmare.
Extremely loyal:
When he first joins a new area, there is no way he will dedicate his full loyalty to that place. He doesn't trust those that are there after all. Thinking that they might just use him instead of considering him to be a pack member. It takes time for him to trust anything about his surroundings. Which is why he is often seen just walking by himself, lost in his thoughts the entire time. The group that he is currently residing in actually is able to gain his trust, then he will lay down his life in order to fight with them. There will be times where he will still contradict the members that are there, but he believes its for the best reasons. Tadita has a strange way of showing dedication and showing that he cares in general. Even if he first joins a territory, and if someone happens to be in a situation that might kill them, he isn't cold-hearted enough to just watch them die. He will intervene no matter what kind of fight it is and try his best to break it up. If he came up to a corpse though that was killed during a fight, then he won't feel the same way as one would in defending them
Tadita doesn't like voicing his feelings toward others. He's the type that likes to keep to himself and usually ends up only worrying about himself. This means that he has a hard time fitting into a pack environment when he's used to be a loner himself. Because of this Tadita often times has his exploding moments when he doesn't get his emotions out. He doesn't speak his emotions, but this doesn't mean that it can't be seen in his body language, which he often uses to communicate with those around him. Tadita can handle being yelled at, but what he can't handle is being pushed around and treated like garbage.
Dominant:
Being alone most of his life, Tadita has been independent. This means that when it comes to trying out pack life, he has no clue what to really be doing. His instincts of course show him the way around, but that doesn't mean he won't run into a couple bumps here and there. Tadita is fairly dominant. There are even times where he will act dominant between the superior wolves that are around him. If he has no choice to be submissive, then he will do so against his own will. He doesn't like to be pushed around and will happily push back if someone's morals contradict with his own. He can easily start a fight for dominance, not fearing if it will get him kicked out or if it will be the loss of his own life. There are times where he will even be seen challenge the Alpha's of the pack. Whether its on the case of a decision that they have made, or the way that they are acting toward him. In his own mind, Tadita is his own Alpha.
Inexperienced:
There will be several points in interaction where Tadita believes himself to be more experienced than those around him thanks to the way his past had been carried out. Living as a loner gave him several strategies that have kept him alive all this time. However, he is still young and knows little to nothing about pack life, only basic knowledge as he doesn't want to have to deal with responsibilities placed around him. He thinks that he knows everything, and at points can be quite a brat when he wants to be. There are chances that older wolves can challenge him, and out of frustration there is a possible chance that he will either storm away not admitting to anyone that he was wrong, or instilling a fight between the other pack member. Tadita's 2 years of life haven't exactly been amazing, but they haven't been terrible either. The Tundra wolf has a lot to learn ahead of him, so if anyone wants to get on his good side, they'll have to be patient with him and try to explain to him several times why he is wrong. Due to his morals, this means that Tadita is actually quite cold toward others, and thinks that betrayal should be carried out with death. Second chances shouldn't be given out to anyone, and that violence is the best policy rather than talking.
Cold-hearted:
When it comes to someone wanting support or empathy, Tadita isn't one to give that out to just anyone. He is hard to gain someones trust, but if they show that they are capable of taking care of themselves then he is most likely to tolerate their presence toward him. Also, as long as those around know their place when he's there, then they won't have problems. Having seen plenty of pack members dead before, he doesn't care if someone he doesn't know end up dying. Of course he'll probably go out and try to fight out what could have done it and take it down because it could possibly be a threat to him too. Tadita doesn't care if someone is going through grief, and will most likely tell them to get over it. Thanks to his short temper, Tadita gets easily frustrated with those that seem to over react about everything that happens in this world. Even though he is young, Tadita has realized how cruel this world can end up being and has no intention of giving into it. Now, if he saw a pup dead, then he would easily be disturbed and would walk away from the scene without talking about what could have happened. If someone dies because of a reckless mistake, he will most likely openly talk about how stupid their decision was, Again showing those around that he believes he knows everything when he does not.
Slightly Mentally Unstable:
Every wolf out there has fears. Tadita is no different when he tries to act like a tough guy. If someone pays attention enough, they will notice that at some points that he seems to be staring off into space. The large male often times seems to go into his own mind and its there that he thinks about the horrible moments in his past. There are plenty of events that can trigger him to having flashbacks of those events. Its the only reason why Tadita doesn't constantly start fights, especially with Alpha's even if it does seem like it. If he gets in a fight with an Alpha, is a more likely chance that Tadita will be completely destroyed in the fight and be forced to submit. There is a reason for this as he won't fight back full force against any Alpha. Out of fear. Not out of fear of the Alpha of course, but more out of fear of those that he once knew when he was much younger than he is now. There are times where a terrible scene will be played out before him, and he'll just sprint away, trying to get far away from his problems as possible. Due to what his name means, Tadita is known to run from the problems that trigger him about his past. There are instances that he will have nightmares, and will wake up with a start. He will never scream though waking up from his nightmares. If someone happens to be there when he wakes up and he can't figure out who they are, he will take up an aggressive position to protect himself after being vulnerable during his nightmare.
Extremely loyal:
When he first joins a new area, there is no way he will dedicate his full loyalty to that place. He doesn't trust those that are there after all. Thinking that they might just use him instead of considering him to be a pack member. It takes time for him to trust anything about his surroundings. Which is why he is often seen just walking by himself, lost in his thoughts the entire time. The group that he is currently residing in actually is able to gain his trust, then he will lay down his life in order to fight with them. There will be times where he will still contradict the members that are there, but he believes its for the best reasons. Tadita has a strange way of showing dedication and showing that he cares in general. Even if he first joins a territory, and if someone happens to be in a situation that might kill them, he isn't cold-hearted enough to just watch them die. He will intervene no matter what kind of fight it is and try his best to break it up. If he came up to a corpse though that was killed during a fight, then he won't feel the same way as one would in defending them
Appearance//
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Tundra wolf. 36 inches tall. 152lbs.
The first thing that one will notice about this brute just by looking at him is the size that he is. Tadita is on the large size, but he wasn't the largest out of his litter either. The Tundra wolf having been born in a litter of four, only one of his siblings smaller than the rest of them. His father being quite large and his mother being on the average size. It just shows that Tadita was able to inherit a lot of his fathers genes. Because of his large size, this means that Tadita can't handle running long distances like most wolves are capable of doing if they are smaller than him. This however signifies that once he is able to grab hold of flesh, he isn't liable to let go as he knows that he does it will drain his stamina very quickly. His muscles represent the hard work that he has done over his short lifespan. The male figuring out what the capabilities of his body really is. He knows that he isn't the largest one around, but he is large enough at least to take on larger prey with the rest of the pack.
Like most Tundra wolves, Tadita adorns the usual white coat that covers their body. Unlike most pure white coats, Tadita expresses an off white coat across his body. One will also notice soon after that there is a dark grey patch on the lower part of his body that expands across his side and then goes toward the base of his tail. Even wile the patch on that part of his body looks grey, due to the mixing colors the color almost comes off as blue. Some flecks of those colors can be seen on the inside of his ears as well lightly speckled on the front of his face barely visible. Tadita's coat has thick underfur thanks to his species, making him look even bigger than he actually is if he currently has his winter coat expressed. Even during the warmer seasons, it seems that Tadita's fur remains fairly thick all year round. This is at a disadvantage during the warmer seasons on the fact that if he runs for too long and over heats, his life has the potential of being in danger. He's creative enough to figure out ways to keep himself cool. usually resting before a hunt in the shade or taking a dip in the water. Looking at his face, one can see that he has a board head and a narrow muzzle. Looking toward Tadita's eyes, his eyes are a vibrant orange coloration. Completely opposite of the color of his coat making his eyes stand out a little bit more in the process. His long legs are adapted to keep him from completely sinking in the snow. His large paws acting like snow shoes, distributing his weight as he walks.
The first thing that one will notice about this brute just by looking at him is the size that he is. Tadita is on the large size, but he wasn't the largest out of his litter either. The Tundra wolf having been born in a litter of four, only one of his siblings smaller than the rest of them. His father being quite large and his mother being on the average size. It just shows that Tadita was able to inherit a lot of his fathers genes. Because of his large size, this means that Tadita can't handle running long distances like most wolves are capable of doing if they are smaller than him. This however signifies that once he is able to grab hold of flesh, he isn't liable to let go as he knows that he does it will drain his stamina very quickly. His muscles represent the hard work that he has done over his short lifespan. The male figuring out what the capabilities of his body really is. He knows that he isn't the largest one around, but he is large enough at least to take on larger prey with the rest of the pack.
Like most Tundra wolves, Tadita adorns the usual white coat that covers their body. Unlike most pure white coats, Tadita expresses an off white coat across his body. One will also notice soon after that there is a dark grey patch on the lower part of his body that expands across his side and then goes toward the base of his tail. Even wile the patch on that part of his body looks grey, due to the mixing colors the color almost comes off as blue. Some flecks of those colors can be seen on the inside of his ears as well lightly speckled on the front of his face barely visible. Tadita's coat has thick underfur thanks to his species, making him look even bigger than he actually is if he currently has his winter coat expressed. Even during the warmer seasons, it seems that Tadita's fur remains fairly thick all year round. This is at a disadvantage during the warmer seasons on the fact that if he runs for too long and over heats, his life has the potential of being in danger. He's creative enough to figure out ways to keep himself cool. usually resting before a hunt in the shade or taking a dip in the water. Looking at his face, one can see that he has a board head and a narrow muzzle. Looking toward Tadita's eyes, his eyes are a vibrant orange coloration. Completely opposite of the color of his coat making his eyes stand out a little bit more in the process. His long legs are adapted to keep him from completely sinking in the snow. His large paws acting like snow shoes, distributing his weight as he walks.
History//
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Puphood:
Tadita had a normal life when he was a pup. Of course he belonged with a pack since lone wolves aren't able to manage pups by themselves after all. He wasn't a special child either though, the young male the offspring of just two regular members that were allowed to breed with the Alpha's permission in doing so. Their numbers had been running low anyway, meaning that they had to figure out how to create a bigger population to avoid inbreeding with one another which would contaminate the rest of their blood line. Being around the same size as the rest of his siblings, Tadita did what usual pups did when they were younger. He wrestled with them and played around. The runt of the litter, like in most pack societies ended up getting picked on. Tadita had been the one to do it the most, mocking the others small size and never being corrected for doing so. Tadita wasn't really the trouble maker, although there are times where he goes a little bit too far away in his exploration. Because of this, one event happened in his life that he couldn't remember that had the pack into a complete panic. One day, Tadita had traveled a little bit too far. The other being incredibly fascinated with the fireflys that started to surround him the further that he decided to go. Tadita continued to walk until he heard something coming from the side of him.
In his younger days, the tundra wolf had actually been incredibly skittish when it came to noises. Always on edge thinking that something would come out of that area. Tadita had a reason to be scared though as a massive shadowy figure began to rush at him. The young male could see saliva dripping from its opened maw. At first he was standing there, too scared to move when he realized that if he didn't do anything he was going to die. A yelp would escape his jaws as he quickly spun on his paws running back toward where his mother would be, probably looking for him. Tadita shouted the entire way, asking anyone for help around him. Due to him being panicked, the pup didn't notice a branch that had been there. He immediately tripped over it, rolling a couple times before going onto his back. Fear evident in his vibrant orange gaze as tears started to drip down from his optics. He was going to die. That's all he could constantly think of as the wolverine was nearly upon him. Thanks to his shouting, plenty of pack members heard him, but the one that had been closest was his father. He watched as his father had leaped over him and tackled the wolverine. He watched with fear as his father and the beast went at it. A yelp emanated from his father, and a splatter of blood went onto his cheek, causing him to flinch. He could feel his own heart in his throat and couldn't say anything. Finally, his father was able to get the upper hand on the creature and throw it to the ground, panting heavily. After a couple moments, he turned around, and he could see exactly where his father had been struck. Due to him wanting to explore, Tadita had caused his father to lose his left eye. Guilt raked him as he tried to form the words to apologize, but his father didn't give him the chance as he picked him up and walked slowly back to the den. Tadita didn't venture outside of the den very often after that.
Yearling:
Being brought in the pack, Tadita was easily able to conform to the rank that he was given to him once he had reached the age one year old. He was finally able to run with the pack during hunts, and actually quite enjoyed feeling the adrenaline pump through his veins. There were times where pack members decided to fight one another, or decided that they would take on the omega for a little bit. He knew why omegas were there, and sure as hell hoped that he wouldn't become like one of them if he could. He didn't want to be constantly beaten up and just have to take it. Being as stubborn as he was, it was obvious that the Alpha noticed how dominant he could be toward other wolves. It wasn't something that could be easily over looked. He remembered watching the pack members fight each other, studying their moves. Other than that though he didn't look interested. He would much rather join in a fight than just watch on. There was one time that he heard someone talking about him behind his back. Not being the type to just let rumors start to spread at the fear of it damaging his reputation, he confronted the other male that was just around his size, but a little bit older than him. They exchanged words here and there, probably the most that Tadita had ever been heard speaking. Of course this turned into a matter of dominance, and the two decided to fight it out. Both got pretty beat up in the end, but the other had sustained more serious injuries than what he had gone through. Tadita could feel pride through him at the thought of putting someone in their place. From that moment on, the young male didn't have a problem in throwing his dominance around while the higher dominant wolves had their backs turned. The wolves he forced to submit didn't dare report it to anyone out of fear that they would beat him up again. Essentially the other had become a bully toward those around him, and there was no one there that could stop him. He still showed respect to those that deserved it,/but if they made mistakes, then he would punish them for it. He had no remorse.
As he gained more experience in fighting, he started to go off on his own. Most males that are in packs that are slightly more dominant than others are known to go out on their own and make their own packs. Yet right now it was impossible for Tadita to do that being the only pack in the area right now. The large male had decided to go out for a journey, making sure that no one was following him as he didn't feel like he needed to talk to anyone. The tundra wolf had made it to the edge of the tree line when he noticed a female not too far off. She looked to be a tundra wolf just like himself, and he wondered what she was doing here. Being in a pack for around a year now meant that he knew pretty much every face in the pack as he was there during the important meetings. The male flicked his tail, and of course was enticed by her scent on the factor that it was during the season of winter. Young males have the urge to mate, but are usually corrected when being around another dominant being. What happens when there is no longer any correction though? Tadita approached the female, and at first it looked like she was going to leave in a hurry. As soon as he said that he didn't want to cause any trouble, she seemed to settle down quite a bit and looked him over. He didn't seem as dominant as he used to be, and the two of them seemed to talk for a little while longer, exchanging what their lives were. To the point where they were actually relaxed around one another to sit down. It's risky though, talking to a loner in the middle of a pack territory, hoping no one would notice. He was able to get her name though. Castra. It wasn't uncommon for him to be frustrated with others, and yet she seemed to be the independent type that was capable of defending herself. Not the damsels in distress that seemed to fill his pack. Few of the pack members that were even in the area being females in general. Most of them being male right now. They didn't say anything else to each other, however he did ask if they could talk again. She wasn't the type to judge him for what he did, and that made him feel comfortable around her. Castra agreed. Their conversations continued for a while. They never once mentioned talked about going off with one another to start their own pack. Instead they acted like best friends. Of course those emotions would only last for a little while before they grew into something more.
Sub-Adult:
Tadita continued to grow like any wolf did. Everything had turned out fairly well for the male up to this point. He had those that respected him, and he got the trust from those that ran the pack. They continued to live fairly well, but that was when the prey around them started to become slightly more scarce than they would have liked. Larger prey was hard to find, and the younger ones in the pack were becoming fearful that they would end up running out food. Tadita told them that that has never happened, and that seemed to calm everyone down pretty well. Tadita was able to hunt more with the back, staying near the back thanks to his large size while the faster wolves were able to make it more upfront toward the prey. They continued to have to travel farther and farther for prey, which took a toll on Tadita since he couldn't travel as far as most of his pack mates anyway. There were rare occasionss that he would be told to stay behind because he would just become a hindrance to the pack. He of course argued that he could be useful toward the hunt, but the Alpha told him to stay behind and he had no choice. Instead of just sitting around and doing nothing though, the tundra wolf went out to go in search of smaller prey that he could try and catch. He came across a hare, and decided that he might as well try to hunt that too. He narrowed his orange optics as he crept forward, making sure that the wind was going downwind so that the rodent wouldn't be able to smell him. Tadita had crept close enough that despite his size he would be able to catch it if it bolted. Using the short burst of speed most predators got when it came to an ambush. He sprung forward, sinking his incisors into the throat of the creature. Having pride build up in his chest, he began to carry it back. He wasn't going to share any with the pack if they weren't back yet, and thought about how good it would be to have food in his stomach though. When he arrived though, there was the rest of the pack. He stood there, and they were all looking toward him for some reason. He had a confused look on his face as he had the snow hare in his jaws as he made his way forward. There in the middle of the circle was the Alpha. Not really looking pleased. Tadita looked at the other, before realizing that the other wasn't alone in the circle. His gaze looked down only to find Castra laying bloody on the ground. From the rise and fall of her chest it was obvious that she was alive but barely. The hare in his jaws immediately drop toward the ground as a snarl ripped through his jaws as he questioned what he was doing. The Alpha was obviously alligator on the factor that Castra could have been hunting in their territory taking away more of their food. That wasn't the only reason why the larger male was alligator though. He was angry because Tadita and Castra had the potential to breed. Which only causes more problems for the sub-adult as he knows that no matter what he says that the Alpha won't listen to him. His priority is to get Castra away from him as soon as possible before she loses even more blood.
Tadita at first begs for his Alpha to let Castra go. Which only seems to make the more dominant wolf more angry, causing the wolf to put more pressure on Castra's smaller form. The thought of her getting more hurt instills rage in his orange eyes as he looks toward the Alpha. He had only fought the other once and had lost. Now though, he has something to protect. Someone that actually cares about him and his well being instead of thinking him of someone that just does their job. A snarl rips through Tadita's jaws as he lunges at the Alpha. The larger male seems to be expecting this, and they fight for several minutes. None of the other wolves join in because they know if they do, they'll probably be punished in it for the end. Tadita had never killed a wolf before, but i his rage, he was able to overpower the other wolf in the end. He had pinned the other down, but the Alpha continued to struggle. He had to put more pressure on the others neck to keep him there or risk him getting out. Tadita having expended most of his energy already couldn't let the older wolf go just yet. In the process of doing this though, his incisors are able to cut deep enough into his throat that causes the Alpha to bleed out. As soon as he realizes this, Tadita immediately gets off of him. He never had any grudge against the other for beating him in the one fight that they had, but never wanted to KILL someone either. Fear was evident in his gaze as the rest of the pack members looked at him, as if they were about to attack for what he just did. His breathing quickened as he started to panic. He knew that there was a chance that he could take over the pack for himself. He didn't want that though. He never wanted to lead a pack. He knew nothing of what it took to do that. All he wanted to do was being around those that didn't shun him or judge him for how he acted. He didn't mind others having different opinions compared to him. So Tadita did what his name described him of doing. He grabbed Castra and ran instead of claiming ownership to the pack. Due to his size he was only able to run so far, he could feel her heartbeat on his back growing more and more fainting as his strides carry him. Yet, the members of his former back do nothing, and instead all he can hear are their sorrowful howl. Tadita closes his eyes as he runs along the clearing, causing tears to drip down his face and onto the snow beneath his paws. He never wanted this. The sub-adult didn't mind being the average male that was in the pack. The one that didn't strive to be anything higher as long as he was respected. Now it seemed to be different though. Once he was well out of the territory, at that point he wasn't able to run anymore, Tadita forced himself to stop and check up on Castra. He slid her off of his back, putting her beneath a tree. There he nudged her and licked her face, trying to get her to open her eyes. He waited several moments. He waited even more. Realization began to set in as he looked at her stilled form. He hadn't even noticed that her body had grown cold on his back while he was running. He hadn't been able to save her. He lost practically everything in one day, as he tried his best to make himself believe that she was still alive. Tadita even got to the point he was shaking her body, trying desperately to save what he once had. The tundra wolf finally didn't have the strength anymore from the fight he had just been in and his own wounds that needed to be tended to. Tears dripped down his face again as he wailed into the night.
From that moment on, Tadita was forced to constantly relive those moments in his dreams. He would never be allowed to forget the deeds that he had committed. He was still haunted by the fact that he had killed the Alpha that he actually once looked up too. At the spur of the moment as well. Tadita didn't want to join another pack after that, because the fear would be too much for him to handle. Living a solitary life all small prey meant that he lost a lot of his muscle mass in the process. He wasn't able to hunt down large prey thanks to his large size and ultimately he struggled. As time went on, he realized that now he no longer had a pack, he was incredibly lonely. His instincts were telling him to go somewhere. Anywhere to where he could talk to someone. Not about his feelings, but just feel another presence of a wolf. There were often times where Tadita could hear the voices of those that he ended up killing, and it caused him to stop for a couple moments. Those auditory hallucinations nearly drove him insane, until he just built a metal wall and made himself realize that none of those voices were real. The scars that adorn his body evident of the criminal act he had caused. Does he feel bad about killing another wolf when it comes to the right thing? He doesn't quite know yet, and hopes that moment doesn't happen anytime soon. He tries his best to be on his own, but soon he decides to try and give it a try. Having several months to himself means that he knows what it's like to be independent.
Tadita had a normal life when he was a pup. Of course he belonged with a pack since lone wolves aren't able to manage pups by themselves after all. He wasn't a special child either though, the young male the offspring of just two regular members that were allowed to breed with the Alpha's permission in doing so. Their numbers had been running low anyway, meaning that they had to figure out how to create a bigger population to avoid inbreeding with one another which would contaminate the rest of their blood line. Being around the same size as the rest of his siblings, Tadita did what usual pups did when they were younger. He wrestled with them and played around. The runt of the litter, like in most pack societies ended up getting picked on. Tadita had been the one to do it the most, mocking the others small size and never being corrected for doing so. Tadita wasn't really the trouble maker, although there are times where he goes a little bit too far away in his exploration. Because of this, one event happened in his life that he couldn't remember that had the pack into a complete panic. One day, Tadita had traveled a little bit too far. The other being incredibly fascinated with the fireflys that started to surround him the further that he decided to go. Tadita continued to walk until he heard something coming from the side of him.
In his younger days, the tundra wolf had actually been incredibly skittish when it came to noises. Always on edge thinking that something would come out of that area. Tadita had a reason to be scared though as a massive shadowy figure began to rush at him. The young male could see saliva dripping from its opened maw. At first he was standing there, too scared to move when he realized that if he didn't do anything he was going to die. A yelp would escape his jaws as he quickly spun on his paws running back toward where his mother would be, probably looking for him. Tadita shouted the entire way, asking anyone for help around him. Due to him being panicked, the pup didn't notice a branch that had been there. He immediately tripped over it, rolling a couple times before going onto his back. Fear evident in his vibrant orange gaze as tears started to drip down from his optics. He was going to die. That's all he could constantly think of as the wolverine was nearly upon him. Thanks to his shouting, plenty of pack members heard him, but the one that had been closest was his father. He watched as his father had leaped over him and tackled the wolverine. He watched with fear as his father and the beast went at it. A yelp emanated from his father, and a splatter of blood went onto his cheek, causing him to flinch. He could feel his own heart in his throat and couldn't say anything. Finally, his father was able to get the upper hand on the creature and throw it to the ground, panting heavily. After a couple moments, he turned around, and he could see exactly where his father had been struck. Due to him wanting to explore, Tadita had caused his father to lose his left eye. Guilt raked him as he tried to form the words to apologize, but his father didn't give him the chance as he picked him up and walked slowly back to the den. Tadita didn't venture outside of the den very often after that.
Yearling:
Being brought in the pack, Tadita was easily able to conform to the rank that he was given to him once he had reached the age one year old. He was finally able to run with the pack during hunts, and actually quite enjoyed feeling the adrenaline pump through his veins. There were times where pack members decided to fight one another, or decided that they would take on the omega for a little bit. He knew why omegas were there, and sure as hell hoped that he wouldn't become like one of them if he could. He didn't want to be constantly beaten up and just have to take it. Being as stubborn as he was, it was obvious that the Alpha noticed how dominant he could be toward other wolves. It wasn't something that could be easily over looked. He remembered watching the pack members fight each other, studying their moves. Other than that though he didn't look interested. He would much rather join in a fight than just watch on. There was one time that he heard someone talking about him behind his back. Not being the type to just let rumors start to spread at the fear of it damaging his reputation, he confronted the other male that was just around his size, but a little bit older than him. They exchanged words here and there, probably the most that Tadita had ever been heard speaking. Of course this turned into a matter of dominance, and the two decided to fight it out. Both got pretty beat up in the end, but the other had sustained more serious injuries than what he had gone through. Tadita could feel pride through him at the thought of putting someone in their place. From that moment on, the young male didn't have a problem in throwing his dominance around while the higher dominant wolves had their backs turned. The wolves he forced to submit didn't dare report it to anyone out of fear that they would beat him up again. Essentially the other had become a bully toward those around him, and there was no one there that could stop him. He still showed respect to those that deserved it,/but if they made mistakes, then he would punish them for it. He had no remorse.
As he gained more experience in fighting, he started to go off on his own. Most males that are in packs that are slightly more dominant than others are known to go out on their own and make their own packs. Yet right now it was impossible for Tadita to do that being the only pack in the area right now. The large male had decided to go out for a journey, making sure that no one was following him as he didn't feel like he needed to talk to anyone. The tundra wolf had made it to the edge of the tree line when he noticed a female not too far off. She looked to be a tundra wolf just like himself, and he wondered what she was doing here. Being in a pack for around a year now meant that he knew pretty much every face in the pack as he was there during the important meetings. The male flicked his tail, and of course was enticed by her scent on the factor that it was during the season of winter. Young males have the urge to mate, but are usually corrected when being around another dominant being. What happens when there is no longer any correction though? Tadita approached the female, and at first it looked like she was going to leave in a hurry. As soon as he said that he didn't want to cause any trouble, she seemed to settle down quite a bit and looked him over. He didn't seem as dominant as he used to be, and the two of them seemed to talk for a little while longer, exchanging what their lives were. To the point where they were actually relaxed around one another to sit down. It's risky though, talking to a loner in the middle of a pack territory, hoping no one would notice. He was able to get her name though. Castra. It wasn't uncommon for him to be frustrated with others, and yet she seemed to be the independent type that was capable of defending herself. Not the damsels in distress that seemed to fill his pack. Few of the pack members that were even in the area being females in general. Most of them being male right now. They didn't say anything else to each other, however he did ask if they could talk again. She wasn't the type to judge him for what he did, and that made him feel comfortable around her. Castra agreed. Their conversations continued for a while. They never once mentioned talked about going off with one another to start their own pack. Instead they acted like best friends. Of course those emotions would only last for a little while before they grew into something more.
Sub-Adult:
Tadita continued to grow like any wolf did. Everything had turned out fairly well for the male up to this point. He had those that respected him, and he got the trust from those that ran the pack. They continued to live fairly well, but that was when the prey around them started to become slightly more scarce than they would have liked. Larger prey was hard to find, and the younger ones in the pack were becoming fearful that they would end up running out food. Tadita told them that that has never happened, and that seemed to calm everyone down pretty well. Tadita was able to hunt more with the back, staying near the back thanks to his large size while the faster wolves were able to make it more upfront toward the prey. They continued to have to travel farther and farther for prey, which took a toll on Tadita since he couldn't travel as far as most of his pack mates anyway. There were rare occasionss that he would be told to stay behind because he would just become a hindrance to the pack. He of course argued that he could be useful toward the hunt, but the Alpha told him to stay behind and he had no choice. Instead of just sitting around and doing nothing though, the tundra wolf went out to go in search of smaller prey that he could try and catch. He came across a hare, and decided that he might as well try to hunt that too. He narrowed his orange optics as he crept forward, making sure that the wind was going downwind so that the rodent wouldn't be able to smell him. Tadita had crept close enough that despite his size he would be able to catch it if it bolted. Using the short burst of speed most predators got when it came to an ambush. He sprung forward, sinking his incisors into the throat of the creature. Having pride build up in his chest, he began to carry it back. He wasn't going to share any with the pack if they weren't back yet, and thought about how good it would be to have food in his stomach though. When he arrived though, there was the rest of the pack. He stood there, and they were all looking toward him for some reason. He had a confused look on his face as he had the snow hare in his jaws as he made his way forward. There in the middle of the circle was the Alpha. Not really looking pleased. Tadita looked at the other, before realizing that the other wasn't alone in the circle. His gaze looked down only to find Castra laying bloody on the ground. From the rise and fall of her chest it was obvious that she was alive but barely. The hare in his jaws immediately drop toward the ground as a snarl ripped through his jaws as he questioned what he was doing. The Alpha was obviously alligator on the factor that Castra could have been hunting in their territory taking away more of their food. That wasn't the only reason why the larger male was alligator though. He was angry because Tadita and Castra had the potential to breed. Which only causes more problems for the sub-adult as he knows that no matter what he says that the Alpha won't listen to him. His priority is to get Castra away from him as soon as possible before she loses even more blood.
Tadita at first begs for his Alpha to let Castra go. Which only seems to make the more dominant wolf more angry, causing the wolf to put more pressure on Castra's smaller form. The thought of her getting more hurt instills rage in his orange eyes as he looks toward the Alpha. He had only fought the other once and had lost. Now though, he has something to protect. Someone that actually cares about him and his well being instead of thinking him of someone that just does their job. A snarl rips through Tadita's jaws as he lunges at the Alpha. The larger male seems to be expecting this, and they fight for several minutes. None of the other wolves join in because they know if they do, they'll probably be punished in it for the end. Tadita had never killed a wolf before, but i his rage, he was able to overpower the other wolf in the end. He had pinned the other down, but the Alpha continued to struggle. He had to put more pressure on the others neck to keep him there or risk him getting out. Tadita having expended most of his energy already couldn't let the older wolf go just yet. In the process of doing this though, his incisors are able to cut deep enough into his throat that causes the Alpha to bleed out. As soon as he realizes this, Tadita immediately gets off of him. He never had any grudge against the other for beating him in the one fight that they had, but never wanted to KILL someone either. Fear was evident in his gaze as the rest of the pack members looked at him, as if they were about to attack for what he just did. His breathing quickened as he started to panic. He knew that there was a chance that he could take over the pack for himself. He didn't want that though. He never wanted to lead a pack. He knew nothing of what it took to do that. All he wanted to do was being around those that didn't shun him or judge him for how he acted. He didn't mind others having different opinions compared to him. So Tadita did what his name described him of doing. He grabbed Castra and ran instead of claiming ownership to the pack. Due to his size he was only able to run so far, he could feel her heartbeat on his back growing more and more fainting as his strides carry him. Yet, the members of his former back do nothing, and instead all he can hear are their sorrowful howl. Tadita closes his eyes as he runs along the clearing, causing tears to drip down his face and onto the snow beneath his paws. He never wanted this. The sub-adult didn't mind being the average male that was in the pack. The one that didn't strive to be anything higher as long as he was respected. Now it seemed to be different though. Once he was well out of the territory, at that point he wasn't able to run anymore, Tadita forced himself to stop and check up on Castra. He slid her off of his back, putting her beneath a tree. There he nudged her and licked her face, trying to get her to open her eyes. He waited several moments. He waited even more. Realization began to set in as he looked at her stilled form. He hadn't even noticed that her body had grown cold on his back while he was running. He hadn't been able to save her. He lost practically everything in one day, as he tried his best to make himself believe that she was still alive. Tadita even got to the point he was shaking her body, trying desperately to save what he once had. The tundra wolf finally didn't have the strength anymore from the fight he had just been in and his own wounds that needed to be tended to. Tears dripped down his face again as he wailed into the night.
From that moment on, Tadita was forced to constantly relive those moments in his dreams. He would never be allowed to forget the deeds that he had committed. He was still haunted by the fact that he had killed the Alpha that he actually once looked up too. At the spur of the moment as well. Tadita didn't want to join another pack after that, because the fear would be too much for him to handle. Living a solitary life all small prey meant that he lost a lot of his muscle mass in the process. He wasn't able to hunt down large prey thanks to his large size and ultimately he struggled. As time went on, he realized that now he no longer had a pack, he was incredibly lonely. His instincts were telling him to go somewhere. Anywhere to where he could talk to someone. Not about his feelings, but just feel another presence of a wolf. There were often times where Tadita could hear the voices of those that he ended up killing, and it caused him to stop for a couple moments. Those auditory hallucinations nearly drove him insane, until he just built a metal wall and made himself realize that none of those voices were real. The scars that adorn his body evident of the criminal act he had caused. Does he feel bad about killing another wolf when it comes to the right thing? He doesn't quite know yet, and hopes that moment doesn't happen anytime soon. He tries his best to be on his own, but soon he decides to try and give it a try. Having several months to himself means that he knows what it's like to be independent.
Other// Sorry for the long amount of text xP Pls you don't have to read everything.
