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A Wolf Reborn
« on: March 26, 2016, 05:38:43 AM »







Farkas Renatus was born in Gothenburg, Sweden to a dysfunctional family consisting of Jorn and Heyda Renatus. He was unwillingly taken in, even since birth.

His parents would argue constantly and his Father would always be the one to walk out and not return for two days, sometimes even more. Despite being a calm child who tried to soak in some love from both of his parents and actually feel pleasant around them, he got the complete opposite. All the remaining pent up stress and anger was usually dunked over him like a bucket of hot tar. Most of the time, he'd end up getting violently beaten by either parent - Most of the times his father, who lacked control over himself. Despite being good in school and being well behaved, he'd get picked on by both parents for the littlest of things;

"Why is your room a mess?"
"Why didn't you clean up the dishes?"
"Why do you take so long to finish your fucking meal?"
"You don't like your mothers food you sack of ungrateful shit?!"
"You like getting bullied in school you spineless wimp?"
"You're the reason we fight every day!"
"You're the fucking reason your father left this time, you little shit!"
"You ruined our lives!"

That wasn't even half of what he had to endure every day. By the time he turned Fifteen and was well on his way through puberty, he started feeling a sudden surge of energy going through him - As if his skin was burning from the inside out, his blood boiling with each word his Mother spew against him like Venom. By this time, his Father had left the family, leaving Heyda alone with Farkas. Her beatings became even more severe and it came to the point where she almost stabbed him through the heart. Luckily, his grandfather, Haither Renatus walked in on her in time, and with incredible haste, stopped her from penetrating the chest. He then shoved her away and took the drained child away, going to his Mansion in Räitavagge. There, he would tend to the abused child and care for him - keeping him in a separate room away from the other residents living in those quarters, treated exclusively and like never before.

Farkas looked up to his grandfather, spending a whole month with him constantly. They'd talk about a variety of things, especially topics that included strategy, planning and tactics in combat. He was unsure as to why he enjoyed talking about these things so much - He was unaware of his true nature and what he was born as. However, his grandfather knew nearly everything and had always kept a close eye on him. Soon enough, they'd start training together, having Farkas engulf himself in his people's culture even more, not knowing that the myths Haither had told him were in fact far from made up. With time, Farkas' body started showing signs of change. From being a skinny, malnourished child to a well fed, muscular boy just getting into the prime of his life.

There was a frequent guest that had visited the mansion in the wilderness. A kinfolk that seemed to radiate a scent like no other - He was unique. He was no older than Farkas, perhaps a year or two difference. He never stayed for too long and would traverse the mountains in search of answers, as he would often say. Farkas conversed with him after being introduced to him by his grandfather. The two would then gain a somewhat decent bond and share stories about their experiences.

 - David Callaway - An outcast of the kinfolk who were unable to cope or accept the fact that one of them had awakened. They were afraid of the possible wicked nature that he may have gotten with his awakening. However, unlike most that shunned him and his existence, Haither had always welcomed him with open arms and always saw the unique spark in him. He cared for him just as much as he cared for his own blood and sought to help him by any means if need be. Needless to say, the feeling was mutual on Callaway's end.

By the time Farkas reached the age of Sixteen, his rage kept building up - Despite being taught by his grandfather to cope with it through meditation, without further details as to why he's feeling so strange, he couldn't help himself but have random outbursts. He'd growl and shout at the residents of the Mansion, threatening most of them and even physically assaulting them when they'd try to touch him - It was more of a primal urge to attack them out of fear, as each time he would have been reached out for in the past was to be smacked brutally by either parent.

On one fateful night, Farkas awoke from his sleep in extreme pain. His head was aching beyond belief and his body was hurting constantly, as if being crushed by giants with sledgehammers. He growled out loud as he arose from his mattress and as soon as he landed his feet on the ground - He collapsed. He curled up like a ball as he felt his entire anatomy shift into something that was definitely not a human. His eyes were focused on the full moon, its rays reflecting off of his pupils - And with that, he released a vicious, blood curling roar - Jumping out through the large windows from which the Moons rays had come.

He charged through the cold wilderness carelessly, his Auburn fur patted back by the wind's resistance against his haste and weight. He'd reach a small cottage with a bunch of Sheep in the back, ripping through them ferociously to feed his own thirst for blood, trying to quench it and satisfy his primal urges. His claws cut through them like a warm knife through butter - Leaving their intestines all over the area after feasting on their meat. It was unfortunate, however, that he also took the life of the local farmer - a young man in his middle twenties. The poor individual was alerted by the sounds and came out to investigate with a rifle at hand - His bullet may have pierced the frenzying beast's chest, but it showed no restraint and gutted him ruthlessly just like his sheep.

However, the Crinos felt like it was being watched. Keeping a sheep's body impaled on it's claws, the Crinos would move through the woods and eventually reach a cave - It'd take it's shelter there, feasting on the meal it had hunted for itself. Shortly after that, it'd be greeted by a howl from nearby, alerting it even more. Curious as to where it came from and what was the source of the howl, it'd get out of it's cave and sniff around - From the treelines, a group of other Crinos come out, surrounding the creature.



Although it tried to show restraint, it was no match for a trained group of beasts - It was pinned down and forced out of it's frenzy. Farkas shifted back into his Homid Form, unconscious and barely aware of what happened.

Once he had awakaned, he was told everything by his grandfather in thorough detail.





There comes a time in every Get's life where they must undertake a brutal test to see if they are worthy of being called a part of the tribe. Despite being the Grandson of an Elder Fenrir, Farkas was no exception and would not be considered a proper member of the tribe just because of his heritage - Hell, once his father, with all of his arrogance - failed to take on the Rite of Passage, he was shunned and considered a complete waste by other Garou. Haither could have given him an easy task, but the mark of a true Get is shown right after it endures pain that will not only scar their bodies, but also scar their minds and souls - It should remain as an honorable, glorious tale in the back of their heads which they will pass on for generations or even have it told about them right before their Rite of The Winter Wolf. Failing to pass this Rite and giving up on it would not only dishonor the Garou uptaking the test, but also it's entire heritage, it's origin even. Haither had already been shamed once - And as a proud Ahroun, he had poured all of his knowledge, both physical and intellectual into his grandson and had high hopes of redeeming his family's honor.

The night before this gruesome, nerve-breaking Rite was going to take place, Farkas sat in his room, quietly. He'd process the whole thought of being a Garou, once more, regardless if he had spent a long time preparing for this rite in both his Homid and Lupus Form. His trials are going to be brutal, as his grandfather had mentioned - It is all for the sake of the name "Renatus". If Farkas were to fail the Rite, it would bring even more shame to the family.

"Your father... He grew arrogant and lacked discipline. He abused his gift in lust for power from a young age."

"..- He's gone now. Here's hoping he never comes back."

"He won't be coming back for a while. You see child, when a Garou grows corrupt with power and does things that break the Litany, they gain Taint. Their soul gets spots in a sense that bring them closer to the Wyrm, darkening their pureness. As a servant of Gaia, one should be humble and tend to her wishes. If you fail to do so, you are sent to Erabus or taken there by force, an umbral land filled with Molten Silver rivers in which a Garou must bathe - In both agony and pleasure, their soul being purged clean. It takes years for the smallest of sins to be cleansed - Knowing your father, well..."

"I see."

"Avoid breaking the Litany and what we stand for, young Garou. The fate of our Mother lays in your hands, the youth of the Garou Nation."

"I'll make you proud, Grandfather. I won't cower out of the Rite like my father did."

The next day, the preperations for the Rite were on their way. Given only a Staff as a weapon to defend himself with and a single bottle of Water to use as his nourishment on his journey, the cubs were sent on their separate ways, each tasked with a task equally brutal as the other - For Farkas, he had until dusk to compose a plan before being hunted down by a duo of Ahroun Crinos - Specifically those who had hunted his father during his Rite. Whilst fighting them, he was given the right to be lethal as much as he can be, but must NOT shift into any other form than Glabro to fight them back. The catch was, if he shifted into Glabro, they had the right to dismember him - take his limbs, even. Leave him crippled for the rest of his life. Farkas was well aware of the fact that one cannot take down Two Crinos alone. It's a task that's impossible and it would take a mad man to think otherwise. He journeyed through the woods and came to a halt just two hours before the hit of Dusk. Taking into consideration the abilities of a Crinos, he began plotting his actions.


A horn was sounded in the distance, followed by two distinct howls that called for a Hunt - The Rite had begun.



« Last Edit: March 27, 2016, 06:20:30 AM by Heller »
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Re: A Wolf Reborn
« Reply #1 on: March 26, 2016, 05:38:58 AM »
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Re: A Wolf Reborn
« Reply #2 on: March 26, 2016, 10:55:37 AM »
Pretty decent. Good job.

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Re: A Wolf Reborn
« Reply #3 on: March 26, 2016, 03:54:55 PM »
Waiting for more.
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Re: A Wolf Reborn
« Reply #4 on: March 26, 2016, 04:01:17 PM »
Awesome stuff dude. I always enjoy reading your stories.

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Re: A Wolf Reborn
« Reply #5 on: March 26, 2016, 04:29:06 PM »
"Enter The Get" chapter has been added. Thank you for reading <3
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