Erus, My Lord [DONE]

[Wolf]

ERUS

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"Are you coming to the moment
When you know your heart can break?
I'm inside you, I'm around you
I just wanna hear you cry again

I don't know why, why
But I love to see you cry
I don't know why, why
It just makes me feel alive"

this is me in the flesh,

NAME: Erus, Latin for "master"
NICKNAME(S): Master, My Lord
PRONUNCIATION: air•us
POSITION: Dominor

taste the sky,

AGE: 5 years
GENDER: Male
BREED: Maned Wolf
HEIGHT: 40"
APPEARANCE: Reference Picture

A rich coat the color of a red wolf's, with just a hint of dusty brown, covers this long legged fellow. Much of his 40" is pure leg, and most of his weight of 60lb is fur and muscle. Erus lives up to the nickname "fox on stilts" as that is exactly how he looks, with his lustrous red coat, coal black legs and mane, and white chest and tail. While small in weight, his height makes him look quite formidable, with the addition of his sharp tongue and intelligent almost black-brown eyes. His irises give one the idea of staring into a deep body of water on a moonless night, if that water were both cunning and evil.

On addition to all of the above, Erus is marked by battle and dominance; with a deep slashing scar across his right cheek bone, and his left ear is tattered towards the tip, with a small chunk missing from it. Otherwise, he is unmarred by anything serious, though small scars and nicks cover his flesh, buried beneath his thick fur.

thoughts that make me go insane,

PERSONALITY:

Erus is an odd specimen for his breed, though he does follow some traits. Going outside of their typical need for being solitary, he has the need to be in company, and be in control of that company. He is evil and cunning, and knows exactly how to break anyone. If he doesn't know, he will patiently trick you into giving that information to him, so he may use it and destroy you. He keeps sklavins, preferring females to degrade and abuse and bring down, though he pleasures in the occasional male that he makes do his dirty work.

However, he is intelligent. In a pack situation, he must be Alpha, or he causes hell. As Alpha, he keeps his nature under lock and key, treating the males with their due respect as long as they serve him accordingly. The females he has an obvious disrespect for, but he will never approach to harm a mated or protected female, if not for honor, then to save his skin. Either way, a chaperoned female is safe, particularly one that is not a Sklavin.

Keeping to his species, he is mildly paranoid, and makes patrols every night himself. During the day, his pack or Sklavins would be on the move constantly, fortifying, checking, training, hunting. He keeps everyone well worked, well fed, and healthy; always treating those he has wounded so they may heal correctly. In this fashion, he is cruel, but knows what he is doing, and his wolves always know they are in better care with him than running free through his territory against him.

all over my shoulder,

FATHER:

Fortis, Latin for "brave"

MOTHER:

Mulier, Latin for "woman" [father who didn't think much of females]

SIBLINGS:

Bellator, Latin for "brave" [male, nickname "Tor"- bell•uh•tore]
Nihilum, Latin for "nothing" [female, nickname "Ni"- nigh•heal•uhm]
Puella, Latin for "girl" [female, nickname "Ella"- poo•el•uh]

HISTORY:

Five years ago, on a clear and sunny morning, four pups were born to the Maned Wolf Fortis and his mate, Mulier. That gorgeous day, with not a cloud nor a sniff of rain to be found, was no good to warn them of what was to come. Erus, his brother Tor, and sisters Ni and Ella, were born in the beautiful meadows and forests that surround the countryside of Ravensbrück, spending their childhood racing to the falls and the top of the great mesas.

Once they reach adolescence, however, their personalities took over. Tor wanted to go and see the world, then settle into a pack or small village to help earn his living among the honest and worthy of the nation. Ni became a wandering Freior, soon captured and sold into slavery, unbeknownst to her family. They believe she finally sickened of their father's sexist treatment and disappeared. Ella was a true sweetheart, becoming the apprentice of a forest mage and learning the ways of healing. She became very secretive, and so Fortis grew ever more aggressive in his ways, beating and marking her until she fled to the protective shadow of her mistress and separated from the family. Erus, as a son of Fortis, was raised with luxury and power. His father treated him well and taught him of his "values" in life- how females were under them, inferior, how the male must command and have a rock solid paw when it came to ruling and power. How he must never bend to anothers' will, nor let himself feel for a female. Emotions, other than rage and power, must be stoked privately and used as fuel for the former, until one was unstoppable. Unlike good hearted Tor, Erus fell right into the trap of his father's mind.

Years later, and he is still following his father's word and Law, and plans to use it to rule once he gains land and Sklavin, as he has decided it is finally time to choose a residence and settle down.

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