Post by Wolf bytes on Apr 27, 2015 19:36:55 GMT -5
Son to Mattaff-Crott and Carra-Fikenn, Crott-Fikenn grew up in the Forest of the Lupin, or at least that's what lupins seem to call it, but it's formally known as Remuin. Mattaff-Crott is a caring but rule-bound father, who taught these ideals to his son; to be honest and fair, and never judge unless judged [with some exceptions of course]. Carra-Fikenn was a gentle mother who always encouraged her son to do his best, even when things got hard. She also taught Crott-Fikenn how to read in their language and speak common; as well as read common. Crott-Fikenn grew to love reading all he could about anything and everything that he could, he was curious about others and events; this is what got his interest in the outside world and it’s people. Crott-Fikenn was limited however, because he only had access to whatever books the pack’s elders had, which were mostly old books. Mattaff-Crott later, after Crott-Fikenn completed his moonset, taught his son how to speak one of a lupin’s hated enemy’s language, gnoll.
During Crott-Fikenn’s lycanthrope hunting training, he learned many things, such as how to spot a lycanthrope in their non-monster form, how to fight and potentially kill a lycanthrope, and also how to use a longbow proficiently.
After a (human) year of lycanthrope hunting training, Crott-Fikenn was ready for his ro’rutoo. He had been preparing for a few weeks leading up to his ro’rutoo, after each day’s training session, by gathering what he would need to make it on his own for a day in the wilderness. Crott-Fikenn would accept pointers given from pack members about tips on survival and such. The night finally came before the day he would set off with Kruff at his side to help along; instead of taking a mount that most lupin children were offered and took.
It was an early, sunny morning when Crott-Fikenn got up, with his things packed from the night before, and set off with Kruff to complete his ro’rutoo. Most of the pack was there to see him off — with his mother and father being the final ones to say goodbye. Crott-Fikenn headed [insert direction here] into the forest, walking through it for the better half of the morning into the middle of the afternoon when he finally stopped. He was outside the Forest of the Lupins now, and decided to find a small clearing where he could set up camp. The sky was beginning to cloud over, but that didn’t bother Crott-Fikenn much. He took out his hunting knife and marked in one of the surrounding trees his name in lupin; to prove that he had traveled away from home and that his ro’rutoo would be valid.
After setting up camp, Crott-Fikenn decided to go hunting for food. This was one of the first real times he had put his survival/hunting skills to real use, since before he was more tested. The ability to track down lycanthrope had other uses as well, it didn't just work for the evil shape-shifters, but also for animals as well. Crott-Fikenn soon was on the trail of some deer, moving silently to the best of his ability. Unfortunately for Crott-Fikenn though, Kruff was eager to eat and darted in to where the deer he was tracking and started chasing them off in hopes of trying to catch one. Crott-Fikenn was quick enough though and managed to shoot one of the younger deer and wound it that even though it fled some, it didn't make it far.
After the moment had passed, Crott-Fikenn scolded Kruff for making him miss his target, but then moved on to finding the dying deer. With pity and teachings, Crott-Fikenn put the deer out of its pain as humanely as he could. Once this was done, he and Kruff headed back to the campsite with the dead deer to cook it for dinner.
A little while later, after starting a fire, cutting up the meat, cooking it, and giving some to Kruff, Crott-Fikenn started eating. Not too long into his meal, did it start to rain. This wasn’t the best of times with the now put-out fire, and it was soon-to-be night. Crott-Fikenn upset at this, decided it wouldn’t ruin his trial to become officially part of the pack, and finished his meal; when suddenly the sky flashed brightly, followed by an ear-shattering, thunderous, booming sound. It was a thunderstorm.
Back when Crott-Fikenn was a pup, he didn't like the bright flashes and loud sounds of thunderstorms, they scared him. He had a special childhood blanket that he would always hide under to make the bad storms go away. Matted-Crott and Carra-Fikenn would try and console Crott-Fikenn out of his fear, but only managed to calm his fear when the storms came around; but never made him overcome his fear.
But Crott-Fikenn was now 13 (lupin years), and didn't hide under a blanket anymore. Panicked however, he let out a soft whine, his ears folding back some. Kruff was no help either, since he did not mind. Determined to complete his ro'rutoo, he would not leave because of the storm.
The sky flashed again, followed by a loud boom. He would however, move camp to a dryer, less open area, and hopefully wait out the storm before sleeping.
He and Kruff moved camp into a more dense part of the forest, though this didn't do much to stop the storm. The storm lingered on into the night; at which some point the two had fallen asleep. Only to be woken again later with a loud boom.
Peering up at the sky through the trees, Crott-Fikenn could see that the storm was now subsiding. It was still quite dark, but the moon was starting to peer through the clouds. This was comforting to see. Crott-Fikenn would sleep comfortably now because of that.
Next late morning, he woke up to find Kruff had already eaten some breakfast from the carcass of the deer from the night before, and was waiting for Crott-Fikenn to wake up. Crott-Fikenn got up, though he felt somewhat groggy due to poor night’s sleep; rolled up his sleeping bag and gathered his other supplies so he would be ready to head back home after eating some breakfast.
After having had breakfast, Crott-Fikenn put on his backpack with all his supplies, some rations of the deer meat he had saved and set off for home. He knew his way, and easily made it to his original campsite, where he stopped for a brief moment to mark on the same tree with his hunting knife that he had stayed the full night and had made it on his own. Kruff was eager to get back and was running ahead a little then would pause to wait for Crott-Fikenn as he walked ahead back home.
Upon entering the longhouse which was his and his parent’s home, Mattaff-Crott and Carra-Fikenn embraced Crott-Fikenn, welcoming him home. Carra-Fikenn hugging her child and afterwards Mattaff-Crott placed his hand on his son’s shoulder welcoming him officially as part of the pack. Mattaff-Crott then gave his son a personal tribe bracelet to show his newly gained stature that Mattaff-Crott personally made. The bracelet had he tribe’s symbol on it, his pack’s symbol on it, and finally, in lupin, Crott-Fikenn’s name (the symbols being in lupin as well, though to non-lupins could still at least tell that these symbols belonged to this tribe and pack, but wouldn’t understand what they meant). This bracelet became Crott-Fikenn’s most treasured possession as it was many things: a symbol of his status as part ot the pack and tribe—which also meant that he could finally partake in the great lycanthrope hunts, and a gift from his father. The possibility of losing such an item hadn’t occurred to Crott-Fikenn, nor did it seem possible since he always wore the bracelet.
A month went by after his ro’rutoo, and nothing special had occurred, other than practicing his hunting skills, learning more about lycanthropes and how to hunt them, and reading/re-reading more books that the pack had.
The time was nearing fall(?) when the moon was getting full, Crott-Fikenn knew this could be his chance to finally kill his first lycanthrope; or at least be his first official lycanthrope hunt with the rest of his pack. The ah'flir was starting to assemble in the middle of the tribe’s land, Mattaff-Crott had already left to join.
A few months before he would be (in human years) 3 years old, Crott-Fikenn decided to go out into the world, because all that he had been reading since he was little seemed so exciting while being a junior hruff who hadn’t killed one single lycanthrope, and possibly never would at this rate, seemed so mondain. His mind was set. He would set off the next morning to go see the world.
He had packed all his needed supplies he had bought that night from Hector-Arann’s trading post (it’s in the pack’s community). Crott-Fikenn packed into his bag: a bed roll, his waterskin, a tarp, flint and steel, 10 gold pieces, and two days rations just in case food gets scarce.
That morning after saying a farewell to his family, friends, and fellow pack members, Crott-Fikenn and Kruff set off out of the Forest of the Lupin only to run into a half elf who appeared out of thin air!
During Crott-Fikenn’s lycanthrope hunting training, he learned many things, such as how to spot a lycanthrope in their non-monster form, how to fight and potentially kill a lycanthrope, and also how to use a longbow proficiently.
After a (human) year of lycanthrope hunting training, Crott-Fikenn was ready for his ro’rutoo. He had been preparing for a few weeks leading up to his ro’rutoo, after each day’s training session, by gathering what he would need to make it on his own for a day in the wilderness. Crott-Fikenn would accept pointers given from pack members about tips on survival and such. The night finally came before the day he would set off with Kruff at his side to help along; instead of taking a mount that most lupin children were offered and took.
It was an early, sunny morning when Crott-Fikenn got up, with his things packed from the night before, and set off with Kruff to complete his ro’rutoo. Most of the pack was there to see him off — with his mother and father being the final ones to say goodbye. Crott-Fikenn headed [insert direction here] into the forest, walking through it for the better half of the morning into the middle of the afternoon when he finally stopped. He was outside the Forest of the Lupins now, and decided to find a small clearing where he could set up camp. The sky was beginning to cloud over, but that didn’t bother Crott-Fikenn much. He took out his hunting knife and marked in one of the surrounding trees his name in lupin; to prove that he had traveled away from home and that his ro’rutoo would be valid.
After setting up camp, Crott-Fikenn decided to go hunting for food. This was one of the first real times he had put his survival/hunting skills to real use, since before he was more tested. The ability to track down lycanthrope had other uses as well, it didn't just work for the evil shape-shifters, but also for animals as well. Crott-Fikenn soon was on the trail of some deer, moving silently to the best of his ability. Unfortunately for Crott-Fikenn though, Kruff was eager to eat and darted in to where the deer he was tracking and started chasing them off in hopes of trying to catch one. Crott-Fikenn was quick enough though and managed to shoot one of the younger deer and wound it that even though it fled some, it didn't make it far.
After the moment had passed, Crott-Fikenn scolded Kruff for making him miss his target, but then moved on to finding the dying deer. With pity and teachings, Crott-Fikenn put the deer out of its pain as humanely as he could. Once this was done, he and Kruff headed back to the campsite with the dead deer to cook it for dinner.
A little while later, after starting a fire, cutting up the meat, cooking it, and giving some to Kruff, Crott-Fikenn started eating. Not too long into his meal, did it start to rain. This wasn’t the best of times with the now put-out fire, and it was soon-to-be night. Crott-Fikenn upset at this, decided it wouldn’t ruin his trial to become officially part of the pack, and finished his meal; when suddenly the sky flashed brightly, followed by an ear-shattering, thunderous, booming sound. It was a thunderstorm.
Back when Crott-Fikenn was a pup, he didn't like the bright flashes and loud sounds of thunderstorms, they scared him. He had a special childhood blanket that he would always hide under to make the bad storms go away. Matted-Crott and Carra-Fikenn would try and console Crott-Fikenn out of his fear, but only managed to calm his fear when the storms came around; but never made him overcome his fear.
But Crott-Fikenn was now 13 (lupin years), and didn't hide under a blanket anymore. Panicked however, he let out a soft whine, his ears folding back some. Kruff was no help either, since he did not mind. Determined to complete his ro'rutoo, he would not leave because of the storm.
The sky flashed again, followed by a loud boom. He would however, move camp to a dryer, less open area, and hopefully wait out the storm before sleeping.
He and Kruff moved camp into a more dense part of the forest, though this didn't do much to stop the storm. The storm lingered on into the night; at which some point the two had fallen asleep. Only to be woken again later with a loud boom.
Peering up at the sky through the trees, Crott-Fikenn could see that the storm was now subsiding. It was still quite dark, but the moon was starting to peer through the clouds. This was comforting to see. Crott-Fikenn would sleep comfortably now because of that.
Next late morning, he woke up to find Kruff had already eaten some breakfast from the carcass of the deer from the night before, and was waiting for Crott-Fikenn to wake up. Crott-Fikenn got up, though he felt somewhat groggy due to poor night’s sleep; rolled up his sleeping bag and gathered his other supplies so he would be ready to head back home after eating some breakfast.
After having had breakfast, Crott-Fikenn put on his backpack with all his supplies, some rations of the deer meat he had saved and set off for home. He knew his way, and easily made it to his original campsite, where he stopped for a brief moment to mark on the same tree with his hunting knife that he had stayed the full night and had made it on his own. Kruff was eager to get back and was running ahead a little then would pause to wait for Crott-Fikenn as he walked ahead back home.
Upon entering the longhouse which was his and his parent’s home, Mattaff-Crott and Carra-Fikenn embraced Crott-Fikenn, welcoming him home. Carra-Fikenn hugging her child and afterwards Mattaff-Crott placed his hand on his son’s shoulder welcoming him officially as part of the pack. Mattaff-Crott then gave his son a personal tribe bracelet to show his newly gained stature that Mattaff-Crott personally made. The bracelet had he tribe’s symbol on it, his pack’s symbol on it, and finally, in lupin, Crott-Fikenn’s name (the symbols being in lupin as well, though to non-lupins could still at least tell that these symbols belonged to this tribe and pack, but wouldn’t understand what they meant). This bracelet became Crott-Fikenn’s most treasured possession as it was many things: a symbol of his status as part ot the pack and tribe—which also meant that he could finally partake in the great lycanthrope hunts, and a gift from his father. The possibility of losing such an item hadn’t occurred to Crott-Fikenn, nor did it seem possible since he always wore the bracelet.
A month went by after his ro’rutoo, and nothing special had occurred, other than practicing his hunting skills, learning more about lycanthropes and how to hunt them, and reading/re-reading more books that the pack had.
The time was nearing fall(?) when the moon was getting full, Crott-Fikenn knew this could be his chance to finally kill his first lycanthrope; or at least be his first official lycanthrope hunt with the rest of his pack. The ah'flir was starting to assemble in the middle of the tribe’s land, Mattaff-Crott had already left to join.
A few months before he would be (in human years) 3 years old, Crott-Fikenn decided to go out into the world, because all that he had been reading since he was little seemed so exciting while being a junior hruff who hadn’t killed one single lycanthrope, and possibly never would at this rate, seemed so mondain. His mind was set. He would set off the next morning to go see the world.
He had packed all his needed supplies he had bought that night from Hector-Arann’s trading post (it’s in the pack’s community). Crott-Fikenn packed into his bag: a bed roll, his waterskin, a tarp, flint and steel, 10 gold pieces, and two days rations just in case food gets scarce.
That morning after saying a farewell to his family, friends, and fellow pack members, Crott-Fikenn and Kruff set off out of the Forest of the Lupin only to run into a half elf who appeared out of thin air!
I was never here.