Post by drsnakes on Oct 17, 2012 22:39:11 GMT
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CROCIFISSO
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three years • male • canine • black norwegian elkhound • n/a • loner
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PERSONALITY |[/font]
disloyal.
Placing your trust in Cross is a very foolish thing to do. He aligns himself with no one, is loyal to no one, and works only for himself. He follows his own rules, ignoring the laws of others. If Crocifisso happens to align himself with another, it is only because the action somehow works in his favor. Even if he brings himself down to such a level, the second something goes wrong, Cross is out.
vengeful.
Crocifisso is not a canine to be crossed lightly. He holds grudges to a ridiculous extent. Once crossed, his purpose in life momentarily changes to finding some way to end whoever crossed him. Should said being die before Cross can kill him or her, it wouldn't be far fetched to imagine that Cross would dig up their bodies just to "kill" them again.
perfectionist.
Crazily in love with the idea of perfection, this canine will go to the point of lack of sleep if it means that whatever project he's working on is going to be absolutely flawless. Because of his past, Cross believes that failure is not an option. He is entirely too hard on himself when he makes mistakes, mentally harming himself with the ideas of his imperfections.
angry.
Angry at himself, angry at his father, angry at his brother. Cross is just angry. He has problems controlling his anger, and when he does, he is simply bottling it up. Keeping his anger in, Crosifisso has a tendency to explode, sometimes going so far as to physically attack whatever creature irritated him enough. Common triggers for Cross's anger are mentions of his family.
superiority complex.
Cross dreams that he will one day rule the land, with the other canines bowing down before him. He tells himself that he is perfect in every way. It is everyone else who is flawed. He believes that he is meant to be a God, and tends to treat others this way. Certainly, when first meeting Cross, one may get the feeling that he's looking down at them.
jealous.
As interesting and perhaps twisted as it may be, Cross is an extremely jealous being. He feels inferior if another seems to be better at something, and may even work himself to the point of over exhaustion just to be on equal terms. The one thing that really causes Crocifisso to be jealous of, however, is seeing a family.
guarded.
Walls are built up around himself, his mind purposely made hard to get into. Cross keeps his secrets secured close to his heart, buried away so even he doesn't have to remember them. He dislikes being prodded, and would certainly resort to violence if one kept pushing. In this way, Cross clearly likes his privacy.
gullible.
Put the right canine in front of him, and Crocifisso will believe them - maybe even follow them - to the ends of the earth. He tends to believe the worst case scenario of things, having a pessimistic viewpoint. Under the proper circumstances, another could create a puppet out of Cross, and mold him into something else.
strategist.
Even though he is gullible, he is also very intelligent. While he may not be capable of reading other canines, Cross is capable of reading battlefields and planning perfect attack routes. He knows how to puncture others' weaknesses, and how to pull the odds in his favor. There is hardly a time when Cross isn't planning something.
stubborn/determined.
Obsessively so, Cross is determined and extremely stubborn. Once he sets his mind to something, you won't change it, and you won't steer him in another direction. This is exceptionally bad, considering he is gullible. Again, under the right circumstances, Crocifisso could easily be manipulated, and fully believe that everything is fine, and what he's doing is going to be good for him.
blunt.
If you want someone to sugar coat things for you, don't talk to Cross. Crocifisso explains things in a short, concise, and to-the-point method. He does not bother with the details, as he's already thought about the details, and they no longer matter. One thing that you can always look forward to from Cross, is that if you ask him a question, he'll be honest. You just may not always like the answer.
insecure.
Underneath it all, Cross is entirely too insecure about himself. He feels completely inadequate, helpless, and puplike. Cross feels as though he needs to prove himself, as though nothing he does is good enough. Although he acts confident, his history has left its mark on him. His father's disapproving stare is always in the back of Crocifisso's mind.• likes | Tomatoes. Fire. Summer. Space. Quiet. Power. Being in charge. Lightening storms. Death. Cleanliness.
• dislikes | Cats. Winter. Snow. Authority. Infants. Idiots. Heroic-type beings. Loud beings. Being cooped up. Noise. Messes.
• goals | Kill his brother.
• fears | Being useless. Snakes.
• strengths | Strategist. Photographic memory. Agile.
• weaknesses | Easily angered. Gullible. Stuck in the past.
• mental disorders | Antisocial Personality Disorder. Intermittent Explosive Disorder.
APPEARANCE |[/font]
Although Cross started out being small, he has grown to the maximum size of his breed. He stands on long, slender legs, bringing his height to nineteen inches. Cross's body is a slender, clearly athletic and agile build. He can weigh up to sixty pounds in a good season, though typically he is closer to fifty-five pounds. Cross has a pair of long, erect ears that sit on top of his large, wedge-shaped head. Crocifisso is entirely black. He has a thick coat - though it is thinner and less heavy than the regular Grey Norwegian Elkhound. His coat has a slightly bluish tint in it when sun hits it. He has a nice-sized black nose and dark chocolate eyes.• height | Nineteen inches.
• weight | Roughly fifty-five to sixty pounds.
• fur colour | Deep, jet black.
• eye colour | Dark chocolate brown.
• scars | A few scars on his front legs and muzzle.
• noticeable features | Err... Incredibly sexy? No?... Okay.jpeg. His eyes stand out from his coat pretty nicely.
• physical disorders | N/A.
HISTORY | [/font]
"Listen up, because I won't repeat myself." The dark-colored canine grumbles. His nose is wrinkled in the beginnings of a snarl, though his pearly whites are kept tucked beneath black lips.
"I come from a long line of purebred, healthy, superior Elkhounds. We are all black, of course. And we are certainly the superior race." The dog looks away, his face emotionless. "Even if there aren't many of us left..." He growls now. "It's his fucking fault." The Elkhound sighs and shakes his head. "Whatever. If you're listening, you'll hear it."
birth.
The sound of heavy panting can be heard from inside an old, abandoned barn. The red paint has chipped away, the wood now splintery if one is not careful. Although there was once hay, there is little more than dust and rat droppings. There are holes all around the barn. The doors are hanging off their hinges. Inside those doors, on top of all the dust, grime, and rat droppings, there is a pile of grass, feathers, and other soft object. Lying on top of this makeshift bed, is a long-legged black dog. She's on her side, panting heavily. Her eyes roll, and she tenses, before finally relaxing again.
As the female dog shifts herself, angling so her nose is near her rear, it's clear why she was panting so hard.
Two blind, deaf, and tiny pups, still wet, have been brought into this world of death and war. The female dog gives a soft sigh, hoping beyond hope that her two pups - both male - will somehow find a way to keep away from the horror that is the wild.
As though on cue, there is a sound at the barn door. The female dog lifts her lip and snarls in warning, but the warning is quickly silenced with the intruder's scent reaches her nose. Her thick, curled tail begins to wag. The intruder - the father of the two pups - steps forward. Unlike the female, he is straight-faced, with an emotionless stare. However once he reaches his mate and pups, even he cannot keep the smile from his face.
The two turn to each other with a smile, and both are overwhelmed with the confidence that these two amazing pups - Crocifisso and Castien - will grow up to be wonderful Elkhounds, happy and frolicking with the rest of their family.
puphood.
"Castien, wait!"
Two pups - one significantly larger than the other - run around just outside a large, run down barn. The larger of the two stops and turns in response to the smaller's plea. Castien cocks his head and gives the smaller pup a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry, little brother." The words only cause the smaller pup to growl.
"I'm not your little brother! We're exactly the same age!" He exclaims, his ears folding back.
Castien chuckles. "Right, right. I'm sorry, Cross." He sits down, and the smaller pup - Cross - brightens, even offering a smile, and bounds over to him, his curled tail wagging.
It is obvious that both pups are still young. Their mother is sitting at the door of the barn, watching them closely. Every so often, her eyes look skyward, searching for hawks who might make a meal out of her young pups. The two are only six weeks old. Having just been weaned, they are completely dependent upon their father to bring home food for them. The mother dog cocks her head, a smile on her face, as she thinks about the strangeness of her family. Many domestic dog breeds do not stay in familial packs, as hers has done. Even other Elkhounds have scoffed at their ways. Looking at her two pups, rolling around in the dirt, she finds that she doesn't think her family is strange at all.
A short, low bark causes the three dogs to jump to their paws. It takes less than a milisecond for the family to recognize the voice, before all three are sprinting toward the father. He's dragging a small carcass; a sickly, young deer. It isn't much, but it will hold the small pack of four over until the male goes out to hunt again.
Immediately, the two pups are tearing at the leg. The smaller is snarling and growling with all his might, while the larger is holding back chuckles. When their mother sees this, she opens her mouth to scold them, but the male is faster. He growls at the two, and both pups drop the leg and jump to attention. Cross tries to make himself appear larger, at least as big as Castien. Their father looks unamused.
"Crocifisso," he speaks in his low, deep voice. Cross fights hard not to cower as his father's dark, disapproving eyes are turned to him. "Making such racket will not make Castien relinquish his prize any faster," his voice booms. Cross's legs shake slightly. "Remember, it is the strong who survive. If you're too weak to pull a simple piece of meat from your brother, you may as well-"
"Father," the larger pup, Castien, quickly interrupts before his father can further speak. All eyes turn to him, and Cross is surprised to see there is a defiant gleam in Castien's eyes. "Cross and I were only playing," here, he gives a swift wink and a small smile to Cross, "Cross is certainly strong enough to take this leg from me. I'm lucky he lets me eat at all!" It appears as though Castien is fighting a smile.
Cross feels warmth spread through him. His dark eyes look up in admiration and awe at his brother. Their father, however, growls a low, warning growl. Shocked, Cross looks at the older male. He wouldn't really attack a six week old pup, would he? Looking hurriedly toward his mother, it's clear that she is shocked, as well.
"Arthion," she says, low and warning, stepping between her mate and her pup, "they are pups. They don't know any better. I'm here more than you are, and I believe they were merely playing."
"Tuarwen-" Arthion begins, but her look stops him. After a moment of silence, he lets out a resigned sigh. "Fine," he snaps, looking at Cross, "Eat!" Arthion turns on his tail. "Except you, Castien. Come with me."
As their father walks off, Castien and Cross share a look. There is clearly a look of fear in Cross's eyes, and he thinks maybe in Castien's eyes, too, but whatever was once on his face, he wipes off to be replaced with a reassuring smile. "Don't look so worried. Father is a harsh man, but he is not cruel. He's merely... stressed," Castien shrugs his shoulders and rolls his eyes, as though he's not worried.
But as he follows Arthion, Tuarwen can see her pup shaking, and her heart breaks.
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Castien and Cross grow quickly, and before anyone realizes it, they are six months old. Cross's size is remarkably close to Castien's, the clear size difference that was prevalent when they were weeks old now gone. The two have grown more mature, but their brotherly relationship never ceased.
The small pack of four are walking through the woods. Arthion wants to teach Castien and Cross to hunt. Suddenly, the older male stops, and the others follow suit. Eagerly, Cross pricks his ears. He is eager to prove his worth, eager to hear his father say that he is proud. Crocifisso spares a glance at Castien, and he can't help the sharp feeling of jealousy. You're the favorite, he thinks toward Castien, his heart beating painfully. You're Father's favorite... Cross shakes his head, looking forward again, this time with a more determined look. But that will change today! I'll prove it; I'm better than you, Cas. I'm better than you!
Feeling change in the air, Castien looks at his brother. Cross is staring ahead, his short nose wrinkled, his eyes narrowed. Castien's heart swells with pride. That's it, Cross. Work harder. You're so talented, my little brother.
Arthion turns to the two pups, "Are you two ready?" his voice is barely above a whisper. Cross stiffens, clamping his jaws shut to keep from whining in anticipation. Even so, his feet still shuffle the leaves. "Hush, Cross!" Arthion growls lowly, and Cross forces himself to breathe and relax. Arthion looks from Cross to Castien. Both pups are looking at their father with full attention, their muscles tensed. "Go," he speaks softly.
The brothers scurry in separate directions. Cross tries to remember everything Arthion taught him. He scuttles along, his belly almost touching the floor, on silent paws. His curled tail lowers so that it doesn't catch on any low-hanging branches. Cross puts his nose to the ground, sniffing enthusiastically. Bear? Staying away from that. What is this? Cat? I think some type of cat. Oh! Rabbit! This will please Father, surely! Cross tears across the forest floor, his eyes, ears, and nose, eagerly searching for the rabbit. As the scent grows fresher, Cross slows his pace. He moves into a crouch, searching desperately for his prey.
Where are you? he growls in his mind, frustration already beginning to build. His obsession with beating his brother, with having his father be proud of him, causes Cross to move too quickly. Not watching where he's going, his back paw steps on a branch. He hears the crunch, and immediately afterward, he hears the sound of leaves scuttling and grass moving. "No!" he growls under his breath, leaping from his crouched position and racing after the brown rabbit. As Cross moves in, the rabbit suddenly disappears into a hole. Cross slides to a stop, instantly putting his nose to the earth. He finds the rabbit's hole and furiously begins to dig. As the rabbit moves deeper into it's den, however, the black dog realizes that he needs to find something else.
Pulling out of the newly-dug hole, Cross turns around. He sends one last look at the rabbit hole before hurrying back the way he came. His nose again to the ground, Cross forces himself to take things slowly.
By the time the sun sets, Cross has managed to catch a sparrow and a vole. Proud of himself, he picks up the two warm animals and heads back to the barn. As he comes into the clearing, his proud stance is lowered. His dark eyes look at Castien and their father. At Castien's feet, lies a fawn, a rabbit, and a blue jay. How?! Cross wants to scream. How can you be so much better than me?!
Swallowing his pride, the young dog forces himself to walk up to them.
"-proud of you, Castien," Arthion is saying. Although his face is straight, there is a warm look in his eyes.
Anger slices through Cross. He glares at his brother out of the corner of his eyes. "Look, Father!" Cross exclaims weakly, dropping his prize. "I've caught-"
"Crocifisso, I'm speaking to your brother," Arthion sighs, exasperated. With a shake of his head, Arhtion focuses again on Castien. "Do try to help your brother with his manners, Castien. He is around you most," he sideglances Cross, and adds, "And help him refine his hunting skills." As Arthion turns away, both brothers hear him mutter under his breath, "He's never going to make it alive at this rate."
Completely dejected, Cross glares down at the two pieces of flesh that he had once been so proud of. Compared to Castien's, they looks thin and sickly.
"Cross," Castien begins softly, "Father is only trying to-"
"It's Crocifisso, Castien," Cross growls, his glare turning to his brother. Before Castien can say anymore, his brother is up and trotting off.
Left alone, Castien looks down at his brother catch. While Cross saw sickly creatures, Castien sees healthy, agile, and quick animals. "Have faith in yourself, little brother. You are not helpless," Castien speaks under his breath. It wouldn't have mattered, though, because Cross is already inside the barn for the night. Castien is left to pick up the prey items and bring them into the barn alone.
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Two months pass by. There is a figurative brick wall between the brothers. Tension between Castien and Arthion is thick, something that Cross takes great pleasure in. Even so, his brother and father have private meetings. Both usually come out looking angry or miffed in some way.
On one such evening, barking and growling is heard from the barn. Cross and Tuarwen stay out of it, though. The two quietly listen, though the growls are too quiet for them to hear anything. Castien suddenly bursts through the barn. There is a look of hatred in his eyes for a split second, before it's gone. Cross wonders if he imagined it. The black dog stomps off into the woods, muttering under his breath. Moments later, Arthion emerges, his teeth tightly clenched. He glances at Tuarwen and Cross, before he stalks off in the other direction.
Cross watches his father walk off, before he turns to his mother. "I don't get it. Why Castien? Why is he the favorite?"
Tuarwen looks down at her pup and cocks her head, "Crocifisso, Castien is not your father's favorite," there is a sly smile on her lips. "Even though he might spend more time with Castien, well," she looks around, as though she has a huge secret. Tuarwen lowers her neck so that she is face to face with Cross. "Between you and me, your father talks about you the most."
This is such a shock to Cross, that he can't move.
The next day, Arthion begins treating Cross differently. After a bout of mock-fighting, the older male nods in approval. Although no words are spoken, Cross feels his heart soar. This carries on for the next few weeks.
No one seems to notice that Castien has not returned, except Cross. Each night, he waits eagerly, ears pricked, for his brother's return. Each morning he wakes to disappointment. Tuarwen, although quiet by nature, has begun to frown more often, a worried look on her face. Any time Cross asks her about it, she brushes it off.
It takes another month for Cross to finally give up waiting. His brother is not coming home.
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(WARNING: Although I do not go into overly gross detail, I still paint a pretty hole-less picture about the death of Cross's parents. At the end of this scene, I will write a summary. This scene is not for the faint of heart. If you cannot take blood, vomit, and/or murder, please skip to the summary of this scene.)
At exactly a year old, Cross is awakened by a harsh shake. Blinking bleary eyes, the black dog looks up. At first, he's certain it's his father, but he soon realizes this is a completely different, though still familiar scent. Cross jumps up, a large smile on his face. "Cas!" He exclaims, momentarily forgetting that he is supposed to be the tough, emotionless, unbreakable warrior that his father has worked so hard to mold him to.
Cross moves to pounce excitedly on his brother, but his paw steps in something wet, hot, and sticky. He stops and looks down. "What the... What is..."
The smell finally reaches his nose.
Cross's eyes go wide. It takes great effort to look up at his brother. Despite being the same height, Cross suddenly feels very small compared to Castien. As his eyes scale up his brother, Cross is overcome with the urge to vomit. His stomach twists in knots, his teeth begin to chatter.
Castien is covered in blood.
"Where..." Cross gulps and forces himself to speak, "Castien, where are Mother and Father?"
Castien's face remains expressionless as he stares at his brother.
"Castien... Where did all this blood come from?" Although Cross asks, he's certain he doesn't want to know.
"They are dead," is Castien's response. The tones are monotone, heartless. This is not the same Castien that Cross remembers.
"No," he shakes his head in disbelief. "No! You're lying!" Cross snarls. "Stop lying, Castien! Where did this blood come from?! Where are Mother and Father?!"
Castien finally breaks his stare, turning to two piles on the wooden floor. Confused, Cross follows his gaze. At first, Cross can only see outlines, and he thinks the two piles are two sacks of potatoes or something. As his eyes grow used to the darkness, he begins to make out tufts of fur, tails, and ears. Relief fills him. They're sleeping.
Cross takes two steps toward them, before he again steps in the hot, sticky liquid. No, is the first thought that runs through his mind. He looks up hastily, staring at the torsos of his parents. Breathe, Cross demands. Breathe!
"They're dead," he hears Castien say again, but he's too busy focusing on urging his parents to breathe.
Morning sun begins to filter through the holes in the barn. Cross is able to see a large, dark puddle surrounding his parents. He is also able to see that there are patches of his parents' fur that is sticking together.
"Stop it, Castien," he whispers, "Stop playing around. This isn't funny, Cas," he whines, turning to his brother with tears in his eyes. "Castien, please, where are Mother and Father?" Cross is begging now, his body shaking.
"You're a fool, Crocifisso," Castien growls, a look of disgust on his face. "You slept right through it. Their blood almost drenched your fur-"
"Stop it!"
"They even said your name-"
"Enough!"
"Even Father said he was sorry."
Cross finally breaks down, bile building up in his throat. He turns from his parents' bodies and vomits. Heaving and sobbing, Cross murmurs pleas that are barely audible.
"You're just as pathetic as they were."
Cross glares at Castien and charges at him. But Castien is much faster, his teeth snapping shut on Cross's right front leg. Castien let go of the limb, only to shove his brother, his head hitting Cross's shoulder. Cross is sent backwards, slipping on his parents' blood. His leg is bleeding, but Cross gets up again. This time, Castien's teeth snap shut on the scruff of Cross's neck. He rolls Cross onto his side, then quickly releases him and aims a bite at Cross's chest.
Moving just in time, Castien's teeth graze Cross's shoulder. Cross leaps up, jumping out of the way as Castien snaps in his direction again. Cross bares his teeth at his brother. "What happened to you?! Why did you do this?!" he demands.
Castien snorts, licking the blood off of his lips. "I don't have to answer to you, Crocifisso," he growls. Castien moves again, and Cross flinches. However, his brother only walks by him, through the door of the barn. He turns around to look at Cross. Cross sees his lips move, but he can't hear what his brother is saying. His vision blurs. He's not sure, but he swears he sees tears in his brother's eyes. Castien is gone before Cross can question him.
"Wait!" Cross calls, taking a step, only to tumble over. His leg is severely wounded, blood oozing from the wood. His shoulder and neck are now beginning to hurt. He can tell he's going to be bruised all over. "Castien!" He calls again, his voice weakening. Turning his blurry vision to his parents, Cross makes them a promise, "I will avenge you. I will kill him," before everything goes black.
(SUMMARY OF THE SCENE: After being gone for many months, Castien returns as Cross is sleeps. Castien wakes his brother up. At first, Cross is overjoyed to see his brother, but he soon realizes that all is not as it seems. After discovering that Castien has killed their parents, Cross attacks Castien. However, the latter proves to be much stronger. Castien kicks Cross's ass, then leaves him. Cross thinks he sees tears in Castien's eyes, but his vision is too blurry to be sure. Before passing out, he looks at his parents' bodies and promises them, "I will avenge you. I will kill him.")
adulthood.
Another year passes, leaving Cross two years old. Little has happened over the past year. After Cross woke up, he buried his parents' bodies, cleaned out his wounds, and immediately went in search for Castien. His search unsuccessful, Cross allows himself to take a short break. He isn't sure where he is, but the area is alive with other dogs and even cats. It's a city of some sort; tall buildings still loom overhead, threatening to collapse on top of him at any moment. The dogs and cats interact in a surprisingly friendly manner, though Cross gives a low grumble each time a cat comes near him.
"Hey, settle down! There's no fighting here! This is our paradise. You look lost, puppy. Need some help?" Cross turns to look at the creature speaking to him. It's another canine. The dog has a bright smile on his face, a small wag in his tail, and an obnoxiously happy aura.
Cross can tell he's going to hate this dog.
"I'm fine," he snarls, turning quickly away. He's surprising to feel fur against his own, and he jumps away, baring his teeth. The other dog looks amused.
"What are ya' gonna do with those dull things, huh, pup?" There is a cocky grin on the dog's face.
Cross snarls, "I have a name, idiot."
The dog grins brightly. "Really? What is it?"
Cross is too perplexed to growl. This dog was friendly, something that Cross was not used to. He was also the type to tease, something Cross hated. "It's... Crocifisso," he replies at last.
"... I'll just call you Cross-"
"No," Cross immediately shakes his head. "You will call me Crocifisso."
The dog blinks. "Okay..."
Even so, the dog continues to call Crocifisso, Cross. Much to Cross's surprise, it takes a very short amount of time for him to get used to it - even like it. The two soon become inseparable.
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Fate has a funny way of showing herself when you really don't want her around. Cross's vow to his parents almost forgotten, the black dog is capable of smiling with his newfound friend. He and the other dog become the best of friends, with the dog even calling Cross his brother. Cross, having previously had a brother, disagreed with the sentiment, but admitted to the dog being his best friend.
Crocifisso is finally happy and comfortable in his own skin.
It seems as though Fate has an entirely different plan for Cross.
Only seven months after Cross and the dog meet, they are torn apart as tragedy strikes again. Cross manages to talk his friend into coming to the countryside with him, and the two of them set out merrily for their voyage. When dark hits, they prepare themselves for sleep. Cross goes off to catch food.
When he returns - ironically, with a sparrow and a vole - it is to Castien and the dog conversing. Flashes of his parents' bodies enter Cross's mind, and his only thought is to protect his friend from his brother's jaws. Forgetting about the prey, Cross leaps in front of his friend, teeth bared, hackles raised.
Castien stares at his younger brother, an unreadable expression in his eyes, before he lunges.
The two brothers are locked in battle again. A year and half has been enough for both to grow stronger, and the battle looks remarkably evenly matched. Although Cross's friend attempts to jump into the fray, Cross tells him off.
Castien and Crocifisso stare at each other, panting, before Castien turns away.
"Hey! Castien! Get back here!" Cross barks. Deja vu strikes as he takes a step and stumbles to the ground. Weak and shaking, Cross watching his brother walk away from him for the third time.
Once his wounds heal, Cross turns on his friend, attacking him. The other dog is left unconscious, but alive. Cross carries his friend's body back to the city, leaving it where he knows it will be found, before racing off again.
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"I lost Castien's trail, but I suspect that he'll be where the war is. War follows Castien, so I will follow war."
• season born | Summer.
• place of birth | Amity, Maine.
• family | Arthion -- Father -- Deceased.
Tuarwen -- Mother -- Deceased.
Castien -- Brother -- Whereabouts unknown.
• memorable events | Death of his parents. Meeting (insert name here). Meeting Castien again.
SAMPLE | [/font]
Hah, you're funny.
• link to image of character | Click.
Permission given: Click.
• where did you find CR? | Life.
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