Frosty. The Pitwolf pup Claude's father rescued after a group of Heroes accompanying his father in a Tangent killed Frosty's pack and left him to die. Claude's father, Gil, snuck the pup out of the Tangent and brought him home to Claude where he was healed and has lived ever since. The only remnants of Frosty's tragic past can be found in a ring of missing hair around his back leg where he was once caught in a snare. Despite this rather harsh upbringing, he'd be alright. PitWolves were tough..
PitWolves are descendents of the Wolves that wandered into open Tangent's and integrated themselves into the battle hungry lives of whatever species resided in said Tangent. THey found themselves best suited in the Tangents housing the wildly violent tusked giants known as; the Orcs. The canine-like species that already roamed the forested lands wildly or at the behest of their Orc owners proved to be perfect breeding partners for the Wolves to ensure their survival and evolution. Over time the mixing became more frequent and successful until a new hybrid species became common ground in both Tangents and on Earth. Since then, the PitWolves never looked back and continue to grow.
In terms of physical stature and build, PitWolves come in a variety of colors and sizes but on average they're around 260-300lbs as adults-- and what isn't solid muscle, is irone-like dense bone. So dense in fact that PitWolves are incapable of swimming, only sinking down to the murky depths of whatever body of water they fall in.
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"Frosty, what's the matter with you? I almost had a heart-attack you bonehead." Claude explained, knowing there was a good chance the pup would sneak attack him again tommorow morning anyway.
Frosty replied by sitting and raising his right paw in an attempt to shake Claude's hand-- which is how Frosty usually greeted him in the mornings. It would've been cute if not for the semi-sabered fangs, dirty claws and rippling muscles that jumped under his skin with every movement.
Claude got up and dusted himself off, removing the sticks, dirt and other debris. He went over to Frosty and gladly shook his oversizd paw that he swore felt heavier every day. After shaking with the PitWolf, he connected is head to the muscle-bound pups in a show of affection taking in his naturally wild scent of pine, wet fur and blood.
After he got his usual greetings with Frosty over with, he continued the rest of his run-- now accompanied by an overgrown PitWolf pup who had all the stamina and youthful vigor a young predator could ask for. As they ran there was no sign of the PitWolf once living a life in shades of red and tones of pain. He was simply happy to be out-- Claude understood this even if they didn't speak anything close to the same langauge.
Once he completed his run through the forest he headed back to the cabin where the workout equipment his father got him was located. It was nothing luxurious in nature or anything close to what they had at the Combat/Strategy Academy, but for Claude it was more than enough.
"I really don't know where i'd be without you all." He said while eyeing his weights ad equipment with excitement.
Once he filled a bowl of water for Frosty, Claude began his usual morning workout of 50 squats, 15 pull-ups, 15 push-ups and 25 strict muscle-ups.
"Twenty three......tweeeeenty four...tweeenty five." He groaned out the tail-end of his set of muscle-ups with effort. He dropped from the bar as quickly as he'd hopped on, breathing heavily with the conclusion of his workout.
After a short while, he realized he didn't feel the need to lie on the ground and catch his breath-- and his limbs didnt feel like they were pumped to the point of popping at the slightest provocation. Instead, a light and refreshing sting lingered within each limb. They felt primed and alive in a way he couldnt properly explain.
"YES! I know you see the progress, Frosty!" Claude cheered in an energetic tone while he flexed his pumped arms. After he didn't hear any movements or huffs of acknowledgement he reaized he was talking to himself a felt a little red with embarassment.
"Well goodbye to you too...damn." He said while looking around the forest as if someone would see him talking to himself while shirt and shoeless.
Claude headed back inside the cabin and looked at the clock that hung above the front door and realized he had thirty minutes before he needed to leave for the Academy. He looked around the living room of the cabin, taking in its homey essence. Even with his time constraints in mind, he still had to let himself simply appreciate the home he'd grown up in.
The living room was the heart of the cabin in more ways than one-- spreading its warm openness to the rest of the house like the heart of man pumping life to every corner of his body. It had shiny darkwood floors that wer spotless and only ever interrupted by the placement of a sturdy metal desk in the left corner of the room, right below a clean bay style window, the metal desk was riddled with his fathers notes and hand drawn depictions of the Tangent's. Some looked like real life nightmares, while others just looked like serene snowy biomes. Tangent's often differed heavily like that. Like they were each worlds of their own creation and origin. Claude couldnt wait to explore them and establish himself as a Hero.
Claude's daydreaming was interrupted by a familiar smell that made a small earthquake erupt from the depths of his stomach..."CHICKEN!!!"
Claude peered deeper into the cabin where the dining room was and saw on the oakwood round table that there was a steaming plate of chicken and rice-- made more colorful than even a rainnbow with the amount of lively vegetables placed within. Claude's favorite meal, all he could do was silently praise the chef who made it.
"Dad....you are a HERO!" Were the last words he said before giving into his insatiable feeling hunger like a starved beast.
After a few minutes spent devouring his meal, Claude noticed a piece of paper-- a note, from his father next to his plate. It read; "Hey kid, I had to leave early for work today. But i'll be back tommorow. Also, I saw your armor...it looks like Orc excrement. So, I left some coppers for you to get a new leather set. Have a good day at the Academy try to smile more and kick some asss!!"
Claude ran over the last line again in his head, "Have a good day at the Academy....? What is that a joke?"
The beast spoke in between earthquake inducing growls. It's voice wasn't right either, it was speaking correct but hearing human language come from the vocal chords of a monster was absolutely horrifying. Claude didn't know who the giant monster could be talking to so he decided to stay quiet. Even if he wanted to talk, he'd have to wait for his spine to stop tingling first. The beast took another eerily silent step towards him— causing his body to betray him further as he began to try harder to curl into himself and away from the beast. "Hrmmmm...WHY DIDN'T YOU DINE ON YOUR KILL?....grrrrRRR!" The beast yelled at him in a questioning manner. He thought the question over before answering, trying to be careful in what he said. "I'm not an animal-- not a wild one at least....it felt...erhm...wrong. Taboo."
DING! [Additional Quest Complete! You have reminded the wolves of your position in the pack!] The wolves immediately moved out of Claude's way in a rush with their tails between their legs. "...About damn time." He thought while dragging the buck through the damp forest grass towards the injured wolf, feeling the light burn in his quads from the weight of the deceased animal. He sat down next to the wolf, as he got closer he could hear how hard the wolf was panting. The sight caused him to reflect on the situation as a whole. "These are the effects of not having someone to lead? They would've let him die due to their starvation.....they were almost mindless..." Now that he was close enough to see how hurt the wolf was he realized it wouldn't be able to get food itself, he reached for his tooth dagger at his waist and clutched nothing but
[New Quest!: Feed your injured pack-mate.] Claude looked at the injured wolf behind the other five and saw that it had a rather serious puncture wound on its side. "Feed the injured? What's that going to do for his wound?!" He yelled at the sky angrily with nowhere else to aim his anger and confusion. He made his way to the buck anyway. With a sense of urgency, he grabbed it by its one remaining antlers and tried to drag it to the injured wolf..but the other wolves wouldn't move. DING [Additional Quest: Remind the wolves of your position in the pack.] Claude looked at the five wolves in front of him that blocked his way to the injured wolf. One wolf in particular seemed to be spearheading this operation, despite their unnaturally similar features— even for animals, this wolf had a difference about it. All the wolves looked hungry..starve
Running....jumping...ducking under low hanging branches. Claude and the wolves had been in pursuit of the giant buck for miles, with him somehow keeping up. His lungs felt infinite, with every inhale of fresh Forest night air it filled him entirely, energizing his muscles and mind to continue giving chase. The buck had begun to slow down after a few miles and the wolves were now nipping at its heels. The buck let out a loud snort and spun around after one of the wolves got a good bite on its hind leg, all the wolves dodged the swing of the bucks great antlers but Claude was caught by surprise and got hit. FUUGH! He was sent skidding and rolling through the rough grassy forest floor. ".....I'm really getting tired of horned animals." He thought to himself as he rolled over onto his hands and knees to cough up blood. While he was coughing he noticed something odd about his ha
A star filled night sky was all Claude could see from his unnaturally comfortable spot on the grass, he was laying in the middle of nowhere, "where am I?" He asked himself. Where he laid, the grass was cold and stiff-- like nature itself was urging him to get, to witness his eviroment. He did. Upon rising from the stiff blades of grass, he realized he was at the entrance of a forest, a vast and beautiful forest. Tall and healthy looking oak trees with spindly, tendril like branches—much like the ones at the cabin, and many different kinds of plant life crowded the forest floor while lightning bugs began to glow across the entrance and inside the forest sporadically. He got up to his feet and was immediately puzzled by his appearance for a number of reasons. "Where the hell are my clothes?? He wondered while he looked down at himself and only saw a loincloth. After looking around the grass near where he lay for
The forest retained its unearthly silence, the only thing that occasionally broke it was the giant mother snake, it's predatory ambience hung on the air with an almost overwhelming intensity.... Claude couldn't feel any of his injuries— which he knew were serious, all he could feel was the weakness of his knees and his trembling hands. He knew his adrenaline was the only reason he was still standing so he decided he'd buy Ursula as much time as possible right now...while he still could. WOOSH! The snake watched Claude speedily jump to the side to try and attack its exposed side but it immediately lunged at him headfirst. He was barely fast enough to dodge the wild attack, but he did, he took the opportunity to lunge back in and cut the snake. SCHLICK! The cut barely did anything but further agitate th
Ursula helped Warren up off the dirty forest floor and the pair made their way to the visibly shaken Claude with the urgency they sensed in the boys frozen frame. During Claudes fear induced paralysis, the snake fully emerged from the cave and began to slither towards him like a worm straight out of hell, tearing up the grass and anything else that went under its rough heavily muscled underbelly. Despite seeing this he felt like he couldn't will himself to move. His legs felt like they didn't even belong to him. "Am I going to die on my first real mission? Am I that weak?" Was all he could think as time seemed to slow and everything seemed to go silent, like the mother snake was death itself and Claude was waiting to be inevitbly consumed by it. "CLAUDE!!?? I KNOW WE HAD A BAD START BUT WE CAN STILL CATCH UP....YOU CAN STILL PROVE YOUR NOT WEAK!" &nbs
"Ok Warren, since we're running the back-point formation you stay behind us and just shoot at the face of the snakes, me and Ursula will deliver killing blows as frontliners." Claude said to Warren while the team prepared to head into the forest. Since the time of their walk Ursula seemed to cool off and now looked excited and determined, something he didn't expect to see on the face of someone preparing to kill monstrous snakes. As the team entered the forest Claude could almost physically feel the change in atmosphere, this wasn't how a forest was supposed to be. He noticed he couldn't hear the usual chatter of birds in the distance that's a norm in most forests, and he couldn't see any squirrels or other small rodents scurrying about, the whole area felt how it does in a forest when a large predator is nearby. Absolute silence. "Is this the affect an invasive species can have on an ecosystem?" He thought in awe at the ee
A couple days passed by in a flash and it was time for Prof. Raizen's class to assist the SkyLight Guild in the removal of invasive Plated Snakes in the Redwoods. Claude and the rest of his class headed out to the front of the academy and waited to head to the Redwoods. "Alright everyone check your weapons and armor and get ready to move out." Prof. Raizen announced in his casually stormy tone. He took a look at his class noticing a good portion of students looked shaken...nervous— as they should on their first Guild assistance mission, while others looked excited like Veronica. Only two students here looked completely focused, like they wanted to get the job done as well as possible. "Excuse me everyone is there a Ursula Legrand here? There's been a message left for her..." a short and dainty lady with light brown hair asked from the ba