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O'ltzfut (rei-azalia); The Deceptive Charmer
Topic Started: Jan 22 2016, 05:27 PM (189 Views)
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Name: O'ltzfut
Phonetic: ults-foot. (like colt's foot only without the C)




Personality: Trying to talk to O'ltzfut is like trying to talk to a sleeping infant. He is known to answer questions with questions, or reply to questions with irrelevant observations, or not answer at all. He has an aloof air that also makes those who question him feel like they are wasting his time and their own. He is whimsical and entertained easily by things others would find boring or bizarre, like staring at a leaf for hours on end.

That's not to say he's cold. In fact, he will welcome almost anyone into their man-made territory, not fearing death or takeover. He seems jolly- always prancing and smiling, twirling with the wind and getting far too close for comfort. He shares food willingly and speaks about how easy his pack's life is, under the protection of man's guard and the man.

His life of luxury has made him fat and soft. When things turn nasty, he will talk big but refuse to fight in the end. He values living more than anything else. Conversations of death and violence are ignored and even ridiculed. He does not believe in gods, only in the man and luck. Of course, the pack members know the truth.

He is a snivelling coward, willing to put his life above others. He never warns new members of his pack about the dangers of man's den and when the inevitable happens, those victims never existed. Their names are forbidden from being spoken so the rest can continue to live in luxury, ignoring the death all around them.



Backstory:

Man's Guard came to them when their pack had fallen. O'ltzfut was only a puppy when their home was overrun by Stones and his father was killed. The sundering had driven off much of the food and the stones would not compromise over the remaining herds.

Tired, injured...his tummy empty and his hind leg swelling, the stranger had come to his pack. All were weary but too weak to resist hearing him out. Man's Guard spoke to them of a haven, prepared especially for them. A place where there would be plenty to eat and drink, a safe shelter from the rain. A place where they would never have to worry about anything again and could instead focus on things like art and poetry. A place to lick their wounds and let them heal...no more endless marching, no more territory fights. No more fear.

The pack, desperate for what help they could get, followed Man's Guard. It was as he'd described. A big cave, fresh meat strewn on the grass, a clear and clean stream flowing nearby. Furs, soft and tempered, lined the cave floor and the pack slept so soundly that night.

When the man came the first time, the pack scattered. Man had caused the sundering, they believed, man was evil! But the man carried no weapon and Man's Guard stood at his heel as the dumped more food out onto the grass. O'ltzfut was the first to eat, fearless of poison in his youth, and soon the rest joined it. It took a few weeks, but soon they grew indifferent to the man. He never spoke and left them food daily, retiring beyond the trees. Man's guard protected them from harm and Man himself was never far, killing more than one groburr that came to their camp.

New aershaa arrived one day. They were feared, but welcomed by Man's guard and allowed to stay. The pack told them of how this paradise worked. The man was not to be harmed or feared.

And then aershaa started to vanish. It was slow at first, one old codger vanished. It was assumed he had wandered off somewhere to die alone- he was the type that hated a fuss. But then a youth vanished. It was assumed that this place was too boring for him and he'd decided to leave. He was old enough to care for himself...

And then O'ltzfut was wandering with his mother, heading down the stream to see if there were any fish. They had grown a hair bored of the same meat over and over, but the stream had no signs of any life in it, not even moss. O'ltzfut stopped to scratch himself and he heard his mother's sharp cry of pain. He ran to see what had happened- a sharp razor-lined wire was cinched about her neck. She gasped, eyes bulging, pulling back on the wire with all her might. Blood erupted from her maw and her paws scrabbled at the drey, until she fell still and rasped her last.

O'ltzfut, a moonling, stared at his mother. He watched as Man's Guard walked from the bushes and the man followed behind. The man undid the snare and began to hack his mother apart. The man who had fed them well, protected them, given them everything...

O'ltzfut smiled, licked the man's hand, and turned to trot back to the safe haven paradise. His head was high and there was a skip in his step. When questioned where his mother was, he only said one thing.

"What mother?"


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