Loren of Ebony Alpha Morrigr
Feb 4, 2014 21:21:33 GMT -6
Post by da laceface on Feb 4, 2014 21:21:33 GMT -6
Name: Loren
Nickname/Alias: none
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 28
Hall: Azaelon
Hall Position: Lord General
Band: Lord General’s Band Leader? (not sure of official name)
Wolvhen: Ebony Alpha Morrigr -- scent: freshly churned earth and deep pine
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 180 lbs.
Eyes: Loren’s eyes are about average size and a rich amber green. They are always open wide and always taking in details. He has long eyelashes and a naturally dark lashbed that defines his eyes. His eyebrows are somewhat skinnier than the average male’s, but what they lack in girth they make up for in definition with full brows.
Hair: Loren’s hair is a luscious golden brown. Pulling from the amber tones in his eyes, the hair that covers his head, brows, and chin frames his face nicely. He keeps his hair decently long. There’s enough for him to tuck it behind his ears, and sometimes he requires a band tied around his head. It lies flat and slightly wavy, the brown locks falling into place on their own.
Appearance:
Beginning at the top, Loren is an impressive figure. He has a large face, clefted chin, and a constant scruff that roughens up his face just a bit. He is a tanned individual, with amber hair and amber skin (mainly given his penchant for shirtlessness), and keeps his body in tone. Strong, muscular arms and abs are often on show, but he keeps himself in shape to keep up with the physical vigor of riding. He takes pride in keeping his body in such a good condition, mainly because it gave him a goal while he ran around homeless. He could only do things for himself, so he made himself look good. His hands are rough from working, with thick calluses on his finger pads and around the joint between finger and palm. His feet are the same way, rough from barefoot walking. Scars, faint and deep, crisscross his body from fights, tumbles, and even thorn bushes.
During the warmer months, he wears a sleeveless shirt or no shirt at all and shorts, preferring the mobility offered. Cooler months find him in long sleeves or fur-lined jackets and in cargo pants. He likes to walk barefoot when he can, but his footwear of choice is always boots with thick, sturdy soles that get him through anything.
Weapon of Choice:
Loren defines his life around his throwing knives. He cares for his knives almost like children, cleaning them each night and sharpening them regularly. He has a custom sash that holds his knives. Technically, each knife has its own name, but he refers to the whole collection as the Harbringers. Each is stylized in its own way, with a different marking or blade tip.
He trained in long-range weapons before he was disowned, loving the bow, crossbow, and other things available. A visitor to his father’s house when he was 12 introduced throwing knives to the boy, and he has hooked from the first throw. His father purchased a fine set of 10 for his favorite son, and soon Loren was hitting targets in the center. He trained religiously with the weapons, and as he grew older the knives became an extension of his body. He is ambidextrous with his knives and throws with deadly accuracy. When he approached the Hall, he requested a set of 20 and had them made specifically for him, the designs, shaping, and blades different for different purposes.
Magic Ability: none
Skills:
focus: diplomacy, management, ranged weaponry
Raised as the heir to Duke Rhalland, Loren possess a wide variety of skills. His main focuses are diplomacy, management, and ranged weaponry. He was taught how to preside over trials and disputes fairly, hearing both sides and taking his time to make a decision that is the best possible decision for the situation. He is skilled at accommodating different cultures, lifestyles, etc, and making a comfortable environment for all. Should he make a mistake, he admits it graciously and does his best to atone. He is good at “people management”. Within the Hall, he analyzed the riders in his bands and figured out just how people interacted with each other and how well they worked together. He does his best now, as Lord General, to know each of the riders at the Hall and assign them to the band that best fits them. He loves fighting with ranged weaponry, his knives being his favorite, but weapons like the bow, crossbow, and throwing spear come naturally to him.
other skills: swordplay, husbandry
Include any other skills your character has here. Many men have a craft before they come to the Hall, such as a blacksmith, a tanner, a hunter, a farmer, a butcher, a guard for a Noble family, etc. All of these crafts require a variety of skills that the character would bring to the Hall with them. Women have less of a chance to acquire skills such as these as they are largely not allowed to learn much more than how to run a household and be a good a wife and mother. However, women ARE sometimes allowed to apprentice under a Healer for a time to make her more useful to her future husband, as she can help care for any wounds he might sustain should he be called to battle and return home wounded. This is especially common among higher born women. Lower born women sometimes apprentice to Midwives for the title brings much respect with it and plenty of money can be earned working for Nobles to help their wives deliver healthy heirs. Lower born women are more likely to have picked up on skills generally only learned by men, as they often help their husbands, fathers, and brothers with their crafts, but higher born women are much more likely to be able to read and write, and do more than basic math, and sometimes are taught archery by more progressive fathers.
Personality:
flaws: sometimes brash, short temper, doesn’t trust easily, defensive
strengths: diplomatic, brave, loyal,
How does your character act and interact with the world and people around them? At least 200 words. Remember to include both personality faults and strengths.
History:
The Duke of Azaelon decided to wed. Edmund Rhalland married the beautiful brunette Alexia. Everyone speculated the reason for their marriage; she came from a family that the Rhallands had never really socialized with. Nevertheless, the Duke had a wife, and she gave him a child in their third year of marriage. Loren Rhalland was born with his mother’s dying breath, stealing her hair and her eyes as she left the world. Edmund had learned to love his wife, and he missed her dearly as he watched the light fade from her features. He looked down on his child and found his wife, and he knew he would make it. Loren toddled around, and grew to walk. He would fall and never cry; he would trip and never scream. Edmund realized that this son, his first son, would be the leader he wanted.
Edmund needed to remarry, and he found a clearly political bride in Lorelei. She gave him another son after a year. Garret, born when Loren was 2, wanted for the attention of his father and rarely got it. A year later, twin sisters were born to the couple. Christina and Elizabeth would be protected by their brothers.
Garret was jealous of Loren, and Loren knew it. He didn’t really care, tho. Even at four and five, the half-brothers found themselves at odds. Loren learned faster and retained things better, got more rewards from his father, and Garret was overlooked -- even when he achieved the same thing. The boys (and the girls) grew older and matured. Loren learned to read and write with speed and clarity, possessing a beautiful penmanship. He began weapons training and had battle grace drilled into him. Once Garret joined him, he excelled and used the competition to drive himself further. Once Loren began his ranged weapons training, a visitor to the Duke’s family introduced throwing knives to the young boy, and he found his true weapon (see Weapon of Choice for more information). He continued swordplay and added in horseback riding to his routine, shooting arrows from the saddle, as well as slashing targets as he rode by. Physical fighting became his favorite sport, and in any given free time he could be found in the practice ring.
His diplomatic training continued at the same time. He learned how to issue orders and act as judge. He went through mock trials from past cases his father had done, testing his ability to reason and see fair. His father took him through their town, got him well known (and well-loved), and soon Loren found himself clearly set as the heir to his father’s proverbial throne.
Loren turned sixteen, and his half-siblings grew far away from him because of how busy he was. Except for Elizabeth (the second twin). She was mentally unstable, but the family just chose to ignore it (or just didn’t realize it). She began to hang around Loren, spending her own free time watching him practice and staying in the same room as him when he studied. She would put her hands on him and ask him to dance with her, and he would always let her down gently. It wasn’t proper, that he knew, and even all of his diplomatic training couldn’t thwart his sister’s intentions. He brought it up to Lorelei, trying to get her to talk to her daughter, but she became offended and felt that Loren was out of place. One day, Elizabeth was practicing her dancing while Loren was busy studying. She dragged him away from his books and forced him to dance with her, and suddenly, she kissed him. He pushed her away, but not before Garret walked in and saw the kiss happen. He rushed Loren and shoved him away from Elizabeth while she screamed for him to stop. Garret punched Loren, gifting him with a ripe black eye. Garret dragged Elizabeth to their mother, ready to report Loren’s misdeed.
Loren swore up and down that it was a kiss on the cheek and that Elizabeth instigated it. Garret recounted with an appropriately horrified expression exactly what he saw -- how Loren wrapped his arms around Elizabeth and kissed her on the lips. Lorelei can’t be placated, and Edmund is furious with his favorite son. Angry and little bit sad, Edmund sent him away from the family to a winter cabin for a time as punishment. During this time, Lorelei and Garret interrogated Elizabeth until she cracked, finally saying that yes, Loren did kiss her on the lips and yes, he did instigate it. Lorelei demanded a proper punishment. Edmund disowned his firstborn son for his “incestual” actions and painted him as a pervert to the townfolk. Ashamed, Elizabeth committed suicide and Loren is banished from his home without ever stepping foot inside again.
At sixteen, Loren was homeless and disowned from his previously prestigious inheritance. He wandered the forest, completely unsure as to how to survive. He had no weapons, no supplies, and no way to survive. At first, he feasted on berries and tried to catch fish by hand, but he wound up getting wet more than he caught food. Finding a cave by the river, he set up home in there and did his best to live. He scoured the riverbed for smooth, flat stones and slowly scraped it against the cave walls to create an arrowhead. Using the fibers from a reed, he tied it to a sturdy stick and speared his first kill. Using the flint he had collected earlier, he made his first fire and cooked his first meal, relishing the taste of cooked rabbit.
From there, he cobbled together an existence, creating a bow and arrows and using skins to keep warm at night. One day out hunting, he stumbled across a small ball of black fur. He almost shot it, but it raised its head slowly and whimpered. Releasing his taunt draw, Loren shouldered his bow and carried the small, almost emaciated pup to his cave. He swaddled it in his sleeping fur and darted out for a large game to feed the two. Killing a pair of rabbits, he cooked one for himself and placed the other rabbit in front of his guest. It pawed the animal, but did not eat. Unsure of what to do, Loren finally used his hand (with an arrowhead hidden in his palms) and attacked the corpse, clawing it open and releasing the warm scent of dead prey. Tearing the skin off, he opened the meat to the pup and it fed.
As time went on, Loren cared for the ebony pup and taught it how to hunt as a wolf should. When his voice sounded in his head, the human looked over at wolf and realized, suddenly, that Morrigr was a Wolvhen, and he had just sealed his fate as a failure of a Rhalland.
Morrigr and Loren settled into a pattern of Morrigr hunting, Loren skinning, and the two kept each other warm at night. They moved away from the town and left the cave behind, Loren fearful for his bonded. As they left the woods around civilzation, they found more game and more shelter. One day, they encountered another pair of Wolvhen and rider. Loren explained how he found Morrigr and their meeting, and he was led to Azaelon Hall.
There, he was taught the ways of Wolvhen and their riders -- how bands worked, the social structure, everything. He took in the information and stored it away, pulling on his diplomatic training and everything he had learned to adjust properly. After the Hall discovered that Morrigr was an alpha, they placed him in a band to learn how to lead. His Wolvhen often clashed, his natural desire to lead overpowering the desire to learn, and Loren begged his bonded to bide his time. Just because the Wolvhen was ready to lead didn’t mean that the rider was.
Morrigr bided his time well, for after a long period of training, Loren took control of his own band. He had been with the Hall for five years now, and led his band for another year before there was a challenge for the Lord of the Hall. Morrigr wanted it, and so, not fully understanding the risks, Loren allowed it. The battle was brutal, but the older Wolvhen fell to the younger, stronger ebony.
The outsider, the one with the wild Wolvhen, took over as Lord General of Azaelon Hall. He used his diplomatic skills again, placating the riders who were angered at his newly acquired position. Things settled down, and the first year of his leadership went smoothly. However, someone discovered his family secret and told it to the Hall.
Duke Rhalland’s son.
Loren did not deny the accusations, further driving the call for him to be banished from the Hall. He was still Lord General, and he used his position to gather all the riders of the Hall and explain his story. And so he shared.He told them about how his mother died and his father favorited him. How his dad remarried and his step-mom and half siblings mostly ignored him. How his sister wasn’t quite right in the head, and her advances, and how his brother conspired with his step-mother to have him banished for something he did not want.
Some found pity for him, but others only saw a desperate plea to for sympathy. Loren continued, telling his story of how he survived in the woods. How he found Morrigr, small and curled up, and nursed him to health and bonded him. How the pair learned to live together, hunting and sleeping and fishing and just surviving. Others joined his side now, hearing how he cared for his Wolvhen. The doubters remained.
Finally, Loren reminded them that he was disowned from his father’s fortune. He had no home to call his own. And, once he bonded with Morrigr, he renounced everything from his past life. “I am no Rhalland!” he proclaimed loudly. Hand on the Morrigr, he finished his declaration: “I am a rider.” Snarling his defense of his bonded, Morrigr challenged the other alphas to argue his point. Morrigr was a Wolvhen, through and through, and in that Loren found his right to stay.
After the debacle of his parentage arose, Loren found that his riders didn’t trust him anymore, and he often had to re-enforce his ranking. Finally, his leadership was challenged. This battle was even worse than Loren’s challenge. Morrigr fought and Loren felt his pain even more than the previous fight, but he won again.
The next years passed smoothly. As far as he knows, Duke Rhalland does not know of his son’s whereabouts, and that is fine with him. He has heard the Wyverns calling from the mountains, and Loren is scared. That fear does not blind him; if anything, it calls him to fight for the family he has earned.
He will do anything to protect the riders of Azaelon.
Nickname/Alias: none
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 28
Hall: Azaelon
Hall Position: Lord General
Band: Lord General’s Band Leader? (not sure of official name)
Wolvhen: Ebony Alpha Morrigr -- scent: freshly churned earth and deep pine
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 180 lbs.
Eyes: Loren’s eyes are about average size and a rich amber green. They are always open wide and always taking in details. He has long eyelashes and a naturally dark lashbed that defines his eyes. His eyebrows are somewhat skinnier than the average male’s, but what they lack in girth they make up for in definition with full brows.
Hair: Loren’s hair is a luscious golden brown. Pulling from the amber tones in his eyes, the hair that covers his head, brows, and chin frames his face nicely. He keeps his hair decently long. There’s enough for him to tuck it behind his ears, and sometimes he requires a band tied around his head. It lies flat and slightly wavy, the brown locks falling into place on their own.
Appearance:
Beginning at the top, Loren is an impressive figure. He has a large face, clefted chin, and a constant scruff that roughens up his face just a bit. He is a tanned individual, with amber hair and amber skin (mainly given his penchant for shirtlessness), and keeps his body in tone. Strong, muscular arms and abs are often on show, but he keeps himself in shape to keep up with the physical vigor of riding. He takes pride in keeping his body in such a good condition, mainly because it gave him a goal while he ran around homeless. He could only do things for himself, so he made himself look good. His hands are rough from working, with thick calluses on his finger pads and around the joint between finger and palm. His feet are the same way, rough from barefoot walking. Scars, faint and deep, crisscross his body from fights, tumbles, and even thorn bushes.
During the warmer months, he wears a sleeveless shirt or no shirt at all and shorts, preferring the mobility offered. Cooler months find him in long sleeves or fur-lined jackets and in cargo pants. He likes to walk barefoot when he can, but his footwear of choice is always boots with thick, sturdy soles that get him through anything.
Weapon of Choice:
Loren defines his life around his throwing knives. He cares for his knives almost like children, cleaning them each night and sharpening them regularly. He has a custom sash that holds his knives. Technically, each knife has its own name, but he refers to the whole collection as the Harbringers. Each is stylized in its own way, with a different marking or blade tip.
He trained in long-range weapons before he was disowned, loving the bow, crossbow, and other things available. A visitor to his father’s house when he was 12 introduced throwing knives to the boy, and he has hooked from the first throw. His father purchased a fine set of 10 for his favorite son, and soon Loren was hitting targets in the center. He trained religiously with the weapons, and as he grew older the knives became an extension of his body. He is ambidextrous with his knives and throws with deadly accuracy. When he approached the Hall, he requested a set of 20 and had them made specifically for him, the designs, shaping, and blades different for different purposes.
Magic Ability: none
Skills:
focus: diplomacy, management, ranged weaponry
Raised as the heir to Duke Rhalland, Loren possess a wide variety of skills. His main focuses are diplomacy, management, and ranged weaponry. He was taught how to preside over trials and disputes fairly, hearing both sides and taking his time to make a decision that is the best possible decision for the situation. He is skilled at accommodating different cultures, lifestyles, etc, and making a comfortable environment for all. Should he make a mistake, he admits it graciously and does his best to atone. He is good at “people management”. Within the Hall, he analyzed the riders in his bands and figured out just how people interacted with each other and how well they worked together. He does his best now, as Lord General, to know each of the riders at the Hall and assign them to the band that best fits them. He loves fighting with ranged weaponry, his knives being his favorite, but weapons like the bow, crossbow, and throwing spear come naturally to him.
other skills: swordplay, husbandry
Include any other skills your character has here. Many men have a craft before they come to the Hall, such as a blacksmith, a tanner, a hunter, a farmer, a butcher, a guard for a Noble family, etc. All of these crafts require a variety of skills that the character would bring to the Hall with them. Women have less of a chance to acquire skills such as these as they are largely not allowed to learn much more than how to run a household and be a good a wife and mother. However, women ARE sometimes allowed to apprentice under a Healer for a time to make her more useful to her future husband, as she can help care for any wounds he might sustain should he be called to battle and return home wounded. This is especially common among higher born women. Lower born women sometimes apprentice to Midwives for the title brings much respect with it and plenty of money can be earned working for Nobles to help their wives deliver healthy heirs. Lower born women are more likely to have picked up on skills generally only learned by men, as they often help their husbands, fathers, and brothers with their crafts, but higher born women are much more likely to be able to read and write, and do more than basic math, and sometimes are taught archery by more progressive fathers.
Personality:
flaws: sometimes brash, short temper, doesn’t trust easily, defensive
strengths: diplomatic, brave, loyal,
How does your character act and interact with the world and people around them? At least 200 words. Remember to include both personality faults and strengths.
History:
The Duke of Azaelon decided to wed. Edmund Rhalland married the beautiful brunette Alexia. Everyone speculated the reason for their marriage; she came from a family that the Rhallands had never really socialized with. Nevertheless, the Duke had a wife, and she gave him a child in their third year of marriage. Loren Rhalland was born with his mother’s dying breath, stealing her hair and her eyes as she left the world. Edmund had learned to love his wife, and he missed her dearly as he watched the light fade from her features. He looked down on his child and found his wife, and he knew he would make it. Loren toddled around, and grew to walk. He would fall and never cry; he would trip and never scream. Edmund realized that this son, his first son, would be the leader he wanted.
Edmund needed to remarry, and he found a clearly political bride in Lorelei. She gave him another son after a year. Garret, born when Loren was 2, wanted for the attention of his father and rarely got it. A year later, twin sisters were born to the couple. Christina and Elizabeth would be protected by their brothers.
Garret was jealous of Loren, and Loren knew it. He didn’t really care, tho. Even at four and five, the half-brothers found themselves at odds. Loren learned faster and retained things better, got more rewards from his father, and Garret was overlooked -- even when he achieved the same thing. The boys (and the girls) grew older and matured. Loren learned to read and write with speed and clarity, possessing a beautiful penmanship. He began weapons training and had battle grace drilled into him. Once Garret joined him, he excelled and used the competition to drive himself further. Once Loren began his ranged weapons training, a visitor to the Duke’s family introduced throwing knives to the young boy, and he found his true weapon (see Weapon of Choice for more information). He continued swordplay and added in horseback riding to his routine, shooting arrows from the saddle, as well as slashing targets as he rode by. Physical fighting became his favorite sport, and in any given free time he could be found in the practice ring.
His diplomatic training continued at the same time. He learned how to issue orders and act as judge. He went through mock trials from past cases his father had done, testing his ability to reason and see fair. His father took him through their town, got him well known (and well-loved), and soon Loren found himself clearly set as the heir to his father’s proverbial throne.
Loren turned sixteen, and his half-siblings grew far away from him because of how busy he was. Except for Elizabeth (the second twin). She was mentally unstable, but the family just chose to ignore it (or just didn’t realize it). She began to hang around Loren, spending her own free time watching him practice and staying in the same room as him when he studied. She would put her hands on him and ask him to dance with her, and he would always let her down gently. It wasn’t proper, that he knew, and even all of his diplomatic training couldn’t thwart his sister’s intentions. He brought it up to Lorelei, trying to get her to talk to her daughter, but she became offended and felt that Loren was out of place. One day, Elizabeth was practicing her dancing while Loren was busy studying. She dragged him away from his books and forced him to dance with her, and suddenly, she kissed him. He pushed her away, but not before Garret walked in and saw the kiss happen. He rushed Loren and shoved him away from Elizabeth while she screamed for him to stop. Garret punched Loren, gifting him with a ripe black eye. Garret dragged Elizabeth to their mother, ready to report Loren’s misdeed.
Loren swore up and down that it was a kiss on the cheek and that Elizabeth instigated it. Garret recounted with an appropriately horrified expression exactly what he saw -- how Loren wrapped his arms around Elizabeth and kissed her on the lips. Lorelei can’t be placated, and Edmund is furious with his favorite son. Angry and little bit sad, Edmund sent him away from the family to a winter cabin for a time as punishment. During this time, Lorelei and Garret interrogated Elizabeth until she cracked, finally saying that yes, Loren did kiss her on the lips and yes, he did instigate it. Lorelei demanded a proper punishment. Edmund disowned his firstborn son for his “incestual” actions and painted him as a pervert to the townfolk. Ashamed, Elizabeth committed suicide and Loren is banished from his home without ever stepping foot inside again.
At sixteen, Loren was homeless and disowned from his previously prestigious inheritance. He wandered the forest, completely unsure as to how to survive. He had no weapons, no supplies, and no way to survive. At first, he feasted on berries and tried to catch fish by hand, but he wound up getting wet more than he caught food. Finding a cave by the river, he set up home in there and did his best to live. He scoured the riverbed for smooth, flat stones and slowly scraped it against the cave walls to create an arrowhead. Using the fibers from a reed, he tied it to a sturdy stick and speared his first kill. Using the flint he had collected earlier, he made his first fire and cooked his first meal, relishing the taste of cooked rabbit.
From there, he cobbled together an existence, creating a bow and arrows and using skins to keep warm at night. One day out hunting, he stumbled across a small ball of black fur. He almost shot it, but it raised its head slowly and whimpered. Releasing his taunt draw, Loren shouldered his bow and carried the small, almost emaciated pup to his cave. He swaddled it in his sleeping fur and darted out for a large game to feed the two. Killing a pair of rabbits, he cooked one for himself and placed the other rabbit in front of his guest. It pawed the animal, but did not eat. Unsure of what to do, Loren finally used his hand (with an arrowhead hidden in his palms) and attacked the corpse, clawing it open and releasing the warm scent of dead prey. Tearing the skin off, he opened the meat to the pup and it fed.
As time went on, Loren cared for the ebony pup and taught it how to hunt as a wolf should. When his voice sounded in his head, the human looked over at wolf and realized, suddenly, that Morrigr was a Wolvhen, and he had just sealed his fate as a failure of a Rhalland.
Morrigr and Loren settled into a pattern of Morrigr hunting, Loren skinning, and the two kept each other warm at night. They moved away from the town and left the cave behind, Loren fearful for his bonded. As they left the woods around civilzation, they found more game and more shelter. One day, they encountered another pair of Wolvhen and rider. Loren explained how he found Morrigr and their meeting, and he was led to Azaelon Hall.
There, he was taught the ways of Wolvhen and their riders -- how bands worked, the social structure, everything. He took in the information and stored it away, pulling on his diplomatic training and everything he had learned to adjust properly. After the Hall discovered that Morrigr was an alpha, they placed him in a band to learn how to lead. His Wolvhen often clashed, his natural desire to lead overpowering the desire to learn, and Loren begged his bonded to bide his time. Just because the Wolvhen was ready to lead didn’t mean that the rider was.
Morrigr bided his time well, for after a long period of training, Loren took control of his own band. He had been with the Hall for five years now, and led his band for another year before there was a challenge for the Lord of the Hall. Morrigr wanted it, and so, not fully understanding the risks, Loren allowed it. The battle was brutal, but the older Wolvhen fell to the younger, stronger ebony.
The outsider, the one with the wild Wolvhen, took over as Lord General of Azaelon Hall. He used his diplomatic skills again, placating the riders who were angered at his newly acquired position. Things settled down, and the first year of his leadership went smoothly. However, someone discovered his family secret and told it to the Hall.
Duke Rhalland’s son.
Loren did not deny the accusations, further driving the call for him to be banished from the Hall. He was still Lord General, and he used his position to gather all the riders of the Hall and explain his story. And so he shared.He told them about how his mother died and his father favorited him. How his dad remarried and his step-mom and half siblings mostly ignored him. How his sister wasn’t quite right in the head, and her advances, and how his brother conspired with his step-mother to have him banished for something he did not want.
Some found pity for him, but others only saw a desperate plea to for sympathy. Loren continued, telling his story of how he survived in the woods. How he found Morrigr, small and curled up, and nursed him to health and bonded him. How the pair learned to live together, hunting and sleeping and fishing and just surviving. Others joined his side now, hearing how he cared for his Wolvhen. The doubters remained.
Finally, Loren reminded them that he was disowned from his father’s fortune. He had no home to call his own. And, once he bonded with Morrigr, he renounced everything from his past life. “I am no Rhalland!” he proclaimed loudly. Hand on the Morrigr, he finished his declaration: “I am a rider.” Snarling his defense of his bonded, Morrigr challenged the other alphas to argue his point. Morrigr was a Wolvhen, through and through, and in that Loren found his right to stay.
After the debacle of his parentage arose, Loren found that his riders didn’t trust him anymore, and he often had to re-enforce his ranking. Finally, his leadership was challenged. This battle was even worse than Loren’s challenge. Morrigr fought and Loren felt his pain even more than the previous fight, but he won again.
The next years passed smoothly. As far as he knows, Duke Rhalland does not know of his son’s whereabouts, and that is fine with him. He has heard the Wyverns calling from the mountains, and Loren is scared. That fear does not blind him; if anything, it calls him to fight for the family he has earned.
He will do anything to protect the riders of Azaelon.