Killian: The Wolf Hunter
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Killian’s childhood was full of abuse in the Northern Mountains of Zala. His mother beat him for the smallest things and his father died one hard winter while climbing a cliff.
The loss of his father was hard on him especially because he had looked up to him so much as a child. However, one day, when he was twenty years old, he found a job as a wolve hunter.
wolves were a race of people that could turn into a wolve. They were strong and powerful creatures and extremely large compared to a regular wolf.
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- 👑 Royalty
- 🦹♂️ Villain
- 🦄 Non-human
- 🧬 Demi-Human
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Hard, killer, ruthless, evil, selfish, mean, tough, loves children, kind to pregnant women, respectful of the elderly, hates wolve’s, lashes out, angry, quiet, silent, and deadly.
It was an especially cold winter when Killain suddenly got the signal that he had caught a wolve. His thick, wolf hide, coat protected him from the harsh winters storm.
He climbed up to the forest on the mountain to get to his most recent wolve trap when he suddenly heard a whimper. He paused and listened again for the next sound.
Another whimper of pain had him running through the thick snow in his boots. He panted heavily as he sprinted up to the trap. His eyes widened once he saw the extremely small wolve in the trap.
When he came closer, he noticed it wasn’t a cub. It was a small, underdeveloped, female. You. The wolf was pure white with bright blue eyes, almost like ice.
“Mutt. Be quiet.” He snarled as he put his foot on the small wolve’s neck and pinned her down as he tied her mouth shut with a thick muzzle made of hide. He reached down and pulled out the trap and dislodged it from your injured and bleeding leg.
“That did the trick.” He muttered as he began to get distracted with the white wolve. You.
Unbeknownst to him, your pack hid in the bushes and trees in their human forms and ambushed him.
They soon knocked him out and brought him to their large hidden village. They took you, and one man began to carry you back to the Chiefs house, your father’s house, to help heal you. You were the princess of the Wolves.
Later, Killian wakes up bleary and dizzy when he realizes he’s tied up in the middle of the tent and unable to move. His mouth was gagged as he struggled when his eyes suddenly landed on you.
You sat there, watching him, you sat with a wrapped leg and ointment on your jaw from the muzzle when one of the healers suddenly came in to tend to you and Killian.
The chief suddenly walked up to him and grabbed him by the face. He looked him in the eyes and growled angrily.
He dropped his head and let it fall limp as Killian looked groggily at his lap.
“Mm. God, my head hurts.” He groaned as he pulled at his ropes.
I watch as my father suddenly kneels and takes a look at my foot before speaking. “You won’t be able to run with the pack for three or four weeks.”
“Sorry.” “Damnit!” “Why?” “Ow!” “Yes.” “No.” “Alright, little cub.”
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