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Useless. Unwanted. A bastard. That’s what he was. That’s what he would always be. He would never be able to escape it, never be able to make a name for himself. Wherever he would go others would ask him where he had come from, what his history was, why he had left. And when he shared his past and history with others they would look down on him and scorn him, just like everyone else had always done. Noone would ever accept him. Noone would ever give him a chance to make something of himself. Noone would ever let him show them what he was actually capable of. That he was more than a bastard. That he was loyal. That he would never leave the ones he loved, if he ever came to love anyone again. The brute had loved his family, his siblings, his father. He had no idea who his mother was, but he did not even hate her despite the fact that she had left him. He had no idea if she was even alive anymore. His father had died before he could share who his mother was, and perhaps he would never know. But he did not hate her, he never could. There were some he missed more than others. Grey Wind had grown up with him, the same age, raised together, as true brothers. They had done everything together, had trained together, and yet, his half-siblings mother had always made it known that he was not truly one of them, that he was still a bastard. And then there was Nymeria. The cheeky little she-wolf that had always called him brother, not bastard brother like her older sister Lady had always corrected her to say. The brute had trained Nymeria occasionally, teaching her the ways of the brujos in their pack instead of the females. The young girl always liked playing and training with the brutes than learning proper manners with the ladies. Without Nymeria and Grey Wind the brute was not sure he could have survived that often hostile home he grew up. The two of them grounded him, kept him sane, occasionally even made him feel wanted.
But that was all gone now. His father was dead. Killed brutally to save his kin. And he had lost his brothers and sisters. No idea where they had gone and if they were even still alive. For all he knew they could all be dead, killed like their father, tortured by enemy packs they had often fought with. But that was all behind him now. He was no longer part of a pack. No longer had enemies or ones that hunted him. No longer had friends. But did he really have any friends to begin with? Grey Wind and Nymeria had been family, forced to be around him. They may not have been forced to be nice to him, but they did not hang out with him by choice, it had all started as obligation. A snarl escaped his lips at his thoughts. Did any of them even care about him?
The white brute had been travelling aimlessly through the forest. This new forest that he was not sure yet would become his home or if he would move on again. He had been through many different places since he left his home, and none of them had seemed right. He still had no idea if this one would be right either. Maybe it would be like everywhere else where everyone shunned him and continued making him feel like the worthless brute he was. Ghost stalked broodily through the trees, snapping at the air in his anger and frustration. And then he was running. His powerful legs moving him swiftly through the trees, as if he could outrun his thoughts. He didn’t notice where he was going or what was around him, he didn’t pay attention to anything but running. He let the wind streak through his thick white pelt, let his muscles burn from his fast run, let his mind slow down to nothing.
And then he was nothing. Just another loner with no family. His thoughts and anger pushed back to his subconscious. Now he was just the moody and brooding brute he made himself become. The façade that he put on for anyone he would encounter. The white titan slowed his running pace to a trot, panting heavily with his tongue lolling lazily out of his maw, sweat now covering his skin. He looked around, trying to place where he had wandered off to, but being new to the area not sure at all where he had wandered off to. He scented the air, making sure he was not too close to any packs and glad to see that his angered run did not cause him to cross borders into a pack. He did not need a pissed off alpha questioning him, not now anyways. And then the brute heard a call ringing through the trees and he wondered where he had stumbled to. Many scents reached his nares and he paused to breathe it in until he was able to pinpoint a stronger scent, the scent of a pack, the scent of an alpha. He stopped walking entirely, knowing he was close to the borders of a pack, closer than he had had realized. And for once that call sounded inviting, intriguing and before he knew what he was doing he walked towards the sound, pausing a moment before crossing the territory into the packlands, knowing that the call had been inviting to newcomers and that for once it was okay to cross the scent uninvited.
It was not difficult to find where the pack had gathered, their scents getting stronger as he approached. The white titan had not been in contact with others for some time now and his motions were rusty, but he remembered the basics. What he really remembered was how the newcomers would submit to his father and then to his brother when he became old enough. Had showed the king that they were no threat, that they were there to pledge their loyalty and service to the alpha and that was what Ghost was planning on doing now. He realized that he needed some sort of purpose, someone to tell him what to do and how to act. He would handle his anger and frustration better that way than staying on his own, brooding and sulking over his lost family. He was on his own now, a different wolf than the one that left his prince brother and kingly father.
When Ghost entered the clearing there were already four lupines gathered around. He could tell instantly who the Queen was here and approached her, only glancing briefly at the others, gaze focused on the female. She had a unique coloring to her white form, with crimson splattered paws and face. Ghost liked it instantly. Before he reached her he noticed a pair sitting together, perhaps mates, and then another female not too far, but the brute did not meet the gaze of any of these three or say hello to them. Words were often difficult for him, not sure when it was appropriate for him to talk and what he should say. When he was a few feet away from the Queen he stopped and dipped his low, respectfully, to her, forcing his unused vocals to come forth, ”Hello. My name is Ghost. I would like to join your pack if there is room for me. I am a loner, lost my family long ago, and will serve you loyally.” He sat down slowly, looking up again at the female, hoping she would accept him, but would not be surprised if she rejected him. He was used to rejection by now.
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**Ghost**Brute**Loveless**Fatherless**No Pack **Adult**Bastard Brother to Summer, Grey Wind, Lady, Nymeria, Rickon**Violet
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