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Name: Arohkien

Age: 7 years

Gender: Male

Pack: Amarth/ Alpha

Appearance: Arohkien is a large breed of wolfs. His body was adorned with long smooth dark grey fur, also holding a white coloring for his belly fur. His paws are all consisting of grey coloring except for his right paw wich was a white coloring as well. His paws were relatively large. Long black ebony talons were kept sharp to his liking, as he found himself in alot of fights ever since he had become powerful. His Eyes are a deep saphire color, use to be pure but now tainted dark from his past. He has well built muscle from over his short years of rough life and alot of fights. He was a very experianced warrior, and it showed from the numerous scars along his body. His right flank held a few short scars, aswell as his whole right side had a set of long jagged scars running from his shoulder all to way, almost, to the flank. His right leg seemed to had gotten a pretty good beating as the fur was uneven, and numerous scares riddled it. One of his ears has a slit at the tip from a fight he had in the far past. He was large, but a rugged wolf who held the power of fear and intimidation.

Personality: Arohkiens personality is quite mistaken. He is a quiet wolf, but will speak his mind frequently. He will give orders when needed, and do what he must to get things done, and rid of. He use to be a kind and gentle wolf to all, but not anymore. He only shown that to one, and that one would only recieve it. He is cold and twisted to others. He would do anything to get what he wanted. A wolf with a bright mind, and sharp fangs. Including a quick tounge, and a tacticle mind, always put to work. He hated leaving loose ends, and made sure he had many wolves who will follow him to the death. He thirsted for blood of his enemies, and the death of them aswell. He loved to inflict pain, as well as to recieve a bit of it. He could be kind, humorous, and gentle but, only to those he deemed worthy of it.

History: He was always the rejected one of his pack, always getting the scraps of what they hunted. He was also rejected from his mother and almost died. He learned to hunt early in his life. He was always fighting for survival as his pack mates had the better life of getting there shares of food. He was always getting into fights with pack members as they tried to keep him from the rest for no reason. Always being the lonely one. He never came to know how to care for another. His life long and hard on him built his muscles and strenght incredibly high, yet he does not use them often, only in hunts. He had trouble with other wolfs he encountered, unable to speek, mute, born that way. His life of no voice or a sorrowful howl ever came from him. He had to teach himself how to haunt and how to survive alone. Soon when he came to 4 years he was casted out of the pack, they thinking he hindered more then helped. He was banished into the nuetrual lands were food was scource and weather bad. He lived there in solitare for the rest of his life from then to this point. Most likely he would die alone without a friend or family. Untill he was forced into a fight for his life, a male wolf thinking he knew where his daughter was attacked. Escaping with a extreme amount of blood lose and countless injuries he wondering into unknown lands. Soon being found by a female wolf by the name of Maghached helped him. Bringing him into a strange den wich soon he found out was a packs den. Almost being thrown out he managed to join the pack who owned the den. He soon slowly fully healed and could do all the things he once could do, run, jump and anything that aquired a good paw in doing. He did only like Maghach out of the whole pack, the only one that cared for him aswell. He began to come to love Maghach as one would love a mate. Wishing he could call he a mate but knowing how it wasnt possible in his low status. But he secretely called her his soul mate, the only one that hell be able to come to love truelly. He enjoyed spending alot of time with her, even though he could stray far from her he enjoyed her company. She always making him feel welcomed and loved. The only one who ever done so to him. Slowly he began to dislike the pack he was in. Planning on leaving the pack soon, he didnt like how it was so scattered. And he didnt want to be involved in any fights between other wolfs he had not conflict with. He perfered the naturall lands to live upon. With the one he loved.

The day he vanished was a ill-omened day. hunting for his new family, he was captured by humans, by the means of tranquilization. Waking up to find himself in small cage. Going frantic with the effort to escape. Long months slowly passed as he tried to escape, loosing hope to ever see his family, and his beloved again. Being beaten and trying to be tamed by the two legged beasts. He finally fell for the act of being 'tamed' by the humans. When he got the chance he ran, trying to find his way back. Getting lost countless times, running into other packs, that chased him away. Unable to howl for anything since he was left mute at birth. The journey coroding what was of him. His body grew in strength, on the edge of loosing his beauty. His eyes darkened and heart hardened. He was on the brink of just giving up when he stumbled across their den, but finding it was empty for a long period of time.

The rest was a jumble of misfortune. Though one thing happened at that moment. Avatre found him, his daughter he thought he would never see again. They talked for awhile, untill Maghach, his mate showed up, he was going to rejoice to her, but she coldly rejected him. A painful blow was delievered as she had brought back up, to take Avatre away. She had left him a decision as she turned away. Leave, or join the evil ranks of the amarth. He had no choice, if it had ment the possibility of rejoining his mate, he was going to join. Even if it ment changing everything about him. He did just that. Joning the Amarth, laying down his loyalty to the pack. He now bound by his words to the pack. He was helped in joining by a very close and trusted friend, Kiowa, or soon proved she was a very valuable allie, and friend in the long run. He was going to prove himself worthy of his mates love. But she never gave, she had coldly rejected him again. He grew angry, frustrated, lost, and heartbroken. He was surely never going to see his pups again, Avatre had been misplaced in the pack, she had never belonged there, so she had run to a new pack. A pack she had fitted in perfectly. Arohkien was most likely never going to see her again, but it didnt sadden him. He knew she was happy and he was now slightly contented with himself. Though he never laid eyes on Maghach or his losted pup Conain ever again. He grew to hate Maghach, for what she had down to their family. She was an amarthian now, and he was too. But he would never respect her on how she should be respected. He hated her now, perfectly hated her, she chose to destroy his love for her, and in returned, this is what she got.

In time he would never see her again, as she seemed to run off with his only son. Leaving only Avatre, a daughter who was growing tainted such like him, from Maghach's broken promises and empty words. He kept close relations with his daughter, not wanting to loose the only piece of him that kept him sane. Soon she would join his ranks, and become powerful such as him. Arohkien became to climb the ranks of the Amarthian pack quickly. It didnt take him long to be promoted to the Alpha of the Amarths. The goal he had set, and ultimately recieved. He kept his pack strong, and kept them growing into a large, feared pack. He had managed to keep himself throned as the Alpha for years, he had attained many loyal followers that would end there life in a second to keep his. He attained powerful allies, that he uses to his benefit and theres. He weeded out all of the unfit wolves from the pack, that posed no loyalties to him, or showed rebellion. He kept everything tight under an iron fist, and never loosened once. His word, was law.

Though he was becomming a bit withdrawn from everyone, including his mate Agrats as he begin to remember his little sister, Miette. He really missed her. Her and her sweet kind ways. She was the only one that didnt shun him from his pack, from his family. She was one, the only one he had liked when he was a pup, playing the little silent game that he no doubtly had one for being mute, though she was the only one that made him smile and kept him intact. She met so much more to him then a sister, she was a very close friend, though he had never heard from her again when he was casted from his family. Loosing complete contact with her. The dreams of her came back to him, more like nightmares as he wished she was back by his side, he had liked being her older brother, he stood up for her, he protected her, and now he wouldnt know what had happened to her with the rest of the family. He missed her, and the memories were stronger then ever. Would they ever stop?