07-03-2011, 01:55 PM
300+ OOC: sorry no table, so much easier to type and post 
also you can skip to last paragraph
His life had turned upside down when he'd gotten news of his pack down south. How he had been found in Cercatori by wolves that never knew he traveled this far, he had no idea, but when he got the news that his mother was in terrible danger, he couldn't help but rush from the pack, any evidence that he had left of where he might be going was a letter he left Sky for when she returned. He doubted she loved him anymore, even after all he had to do for a pack that never cared for him. Well he wasn't doing it for the pack, it was for his mother.
He had found that she was in danger, and so were some of his niece's and nephews. His brother had been killed and sisters were being held captive with his mother and their children. He had found himself face to face with wolves he didn't know and soon found himself fighting for his mother and the children that were being held captive. He had no idea why nor how it could have happened, he only cared about tearing away those who were guarding the prisoners. His only problem was he was too late... They had been slaughtered as soon as there was word the brute of a man had come for them. He did not know that until he saw their bodies on the floor and the crazy wolf that did it. Shaw himself went into a rage he did not know he possessed, but was only released from it after his child, Demetrius gave him words of wisdom. When Shawchert found what he had done, and the scene before him, he couldn't believe his eyes, but as he tried to get away he found he couldn't move his arm, which he soon found he had dislocated it, and that there was no breaks, though he could not use it for some time before finally making his way home. He had to set his own arm, though he knew how to do it, it was rather painful and hard for the man to do. Once he felt he could take the journey he set off for home, reliving the nightmare of his actions, and wondering why he couldn't save any of his family. Like his son, now his brothers and sisters were dead, his mother, and even nieces and nephews... Where his father was in all this he had no clue, he was sure the man had passed away a while ago.
Now as he stepped on such familiar grounds, he felt some kind of ease go through his body. Though the man had a simple love for the flute, and enjoyed carving, he now felt extra protective around those he loved. He wouldn't know what could happen, and it made him want to be next to Sky all the more, he wanted to be with her and have her children for the rest of his life. He loved her dearly and this was the only reason he came back, that was until he stepped paw into the lands of Cercatori d' Arte. He was home. This was where he had established himself. Yes he could understand that everyone would hate him for running off, and they would hate him for it, but he hoped, come time, they would forget about it in the long run. Feeling the leader, most likely Skye, should be notified of his returned he sounded out a howl of his return, wondering how different the pack had become without him
also you can skip to last paragraph His life had turned upside down when he'd gotten news of his pack down south. How he had been found in Cercatori by wolves that never knew he traveled this far, he had no idea, but when he got the news that his mother was in terrible danger, he couldn't help but rush from the pack, any evidence that he had left of where he might be going was a letter he left Sky for when she returned. He doubted she loved him anymore, even after all he had to do for a pack that never cared for him. Well he wasn't doing it for the pack, it was for his mother.
He had found that she was in danger, and so were some of his niece's and nephews. His brother had been killed and sisters were being held captive with his mother and their children. He had found himself face to face with wolves he didn't know and soon found himself fighting for his mother and the children that were being held captive. He had no idea why nor how it could have happened, he only cared about tearing away those who were guarding the prisoners. His only problem was he was too late... They had been slaughtered as soon as there was word the brute of a man had come for them. He did not know that until he saw their bodies on the floor and the crazy wolf that did it. Shaw himself went into a rage he did not know he possessed, but was only released from it after his child, Demetrius gave him words of wisdom. When Shawchert found what he had done, and the scene before him, he couldn't believe his eyes, but as he tried to get away he found he couldn't move his arm, which he soon found he had dislocated it, and that there was no breaks, though he could not use it for some time before finally making his way home. He had to set his own arm, though he knew how to do it, it was rather painful and hard for the man to do. Once he felt he could take the journey he set off for home, reliving the nightmare of his actions, and wondering why he couldn't save any of his family. Like his son, now his brothers and sisters were dead, his mother, and even nieces and nephews... Where his father was in all this he had no clue, he was sure the man had passed away a while ago.
Now as he stepped on such familiar grounds, he felt some kind of ease go through his body. Though the man had a simple love for the flute, and enjoyed carving, he now felt extra protective around those he loved. He wouldn't know what could happen, and it made him want to be next to Sky all the more, he wanted to be with her and have her children for the rest of his life. He loved her dearly and this was the only reason he came back, that was until he stepped paw into the lands of Cercatori d' Arte. He was home. This was where he had established himself. Yes he could understand that everyone would hate him for running off, and they would hate him for it, but he hoped, come time, they would forget about it in the long run. Feeling the leader, most likely Skye, should be notified of his returned he sounded out a howl of his return, wondering how different the pack had become without him