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Description
He had black eyes, long hair and lines that cut deep into his frown.

Name: Deonte
Age: Aged adult
Gender: Male
Height: 36"
Weight: 131 lbs.
Build: Broad and stocky, Deonte is a very well-muscled male. From years of training, fighting, and excursions in dangerous territory, his figure teems with experience. However, he is naturally lanky, and not the stout type. He has a large, blocky head, due to testosterone.

Territory: Riverfell
Family: N/A
Rank: Gold Feather

Personality: Deonte is the silent type. Very stern, old-school, and cynical, he's not exactly the life of the party. Firm believer in the "kids are crazy" theory, you'll find that he's a traditionalist, workaholic, perfectionist. With his undying work ethic, he makes a fantastic teacher, if you're a devoted student. Deonte never sits still; always up and about, there's always something to be doing.

He does have a sarcastic side, and loves to boast and tell stories, as he has seen a lot in his day. Maybe he'll get a bit imaginative, if he happens to be babysitting anyone. He may usually appear to have a stick up his ass, but if he likes you, you'll know. Definitely plays favorites.

Pre-Group History: Deonte was born and bred as a means to be a pack guard. While the ranking was prominent, he actually didn't mind the thrall work he was given, but rather felt as though he just had a stronger sense of purpose. So, as a young male, him and his siblings would be raised to serve the pack's higher-ups.

This wasn't a role normally enforced, but a pack that had known war over a territory fued was bound to need protection.

The first couple years of his life were stable with no such threat. He'd progressed into an adult with incredible strength for his age, his frequent training becoming an addictive lesson. He'd learn to hunt, fish, defend, travel long distances, and withstand outrageous temperatures.

And then, it happened when he reached four years.

The war - the war that would take his home.

He was prepared for it and had minimal emotional attachment to the members, but what hurt him the most was that the alpha pair had just given birth to a litter.

The litter which had already been killed, aside from one child. Deonte didn't hesitate fighting his way to the cave.

With a tresspasser's fangs just over the unknowing infant's head, Deonte eliminated the threat, took the child, and fled.

He learned what shame was, and that he wasn't invincible.

---

It took the male searching tirelessly; the boy needed milk or he wouldn't survive. This was his duty; he would mentor him as he was selected to beforehand.

Fortunately, as it was spring, it was relatively easy to find a nursing lone mother. He'd hunt for her and take care of her, as long as she'd feed the child for him.

Sorren, he was called, believed this female to be his mother, and Deonte kept it that way. He didn't keep him there long enough for questions to arise, leaving the day he started eating meat.

Deonte would grow the boy into a young, working bloke like he used to be. Sorren had often found it too labor-inducing, but he tried to keep up.

It was those two years the pair would grow to learn each other, realize differences and appreciate one another. When he was called "uncle" for the first time, Deonte learned he had a heart and such things could melt.

Eventually, Sorren expressed interest in being a pack wolf, and - while promising to see him again - set off to a pack that Deonte said would be safe that he'd known in traveling.

Back on his own again, Deonte came across the patriarchal pack of Riverfell. It was there that he met Magnus, who became his first true friend. He was allowed to stay as a guest, and eventually a member who trained as a Gold Feather alongside Magnus' daughter, Kara.

When Kara was heard to have been impregnated by the Riverfell alpha's son and blackmailed, Deonte was appalled. While he understood Magnus' initial disbelief, he would try and help him see the situation through Kara's eyes.

Soon, Pyre was announced dead, and Magnus was nowhere to be found; so Deonte left.

Searching tirelessly for his friend, he hunted with devotion...

Group History:
+2 Joined

Other:
-Deonte is a Mackenzie Valley Wolf.
-Deonte is Pansexual/Panromantic/Monogamous.

Description
He had black eyes, long hair and lines that cut deep into his frown.

Name: Deonte
Age: Aged adult
Gender: Male
Height: 36"
Weight: 131 lbs.
Build: Broad and stocky, Deonte is a very well-muscled male. From years of training, fighting, and excursions in dangerous territory, his figure teems with experience. However, he is naturally lanky, and not the stout type. He has a large, blocky head, due to testosterone.

Territory: Riverfell
Family: N/A
Rank: Gold Feather

Personality: Deonte is the silent type. Very stern, old-school, and cynical, he's not exactly the life of the party. Firm believer in the "kids are crazy" theory, you'll find that he's a traditionalist, workaholic, perfectionist. With his undying work ethic, he makes a fantastic teacher, if you're a devoted student. Deonte never sits still; always up and about, there's always something to be doing.

He does have a sarcastic side, and loves to boast and tell stories, as he has seen a lot in his day. Maybe he'll get a bit imaginative, if he happens to be babysitting anyone. He may usually appear to have a stick up his ass, but if he likes you, you'll know. Definitely plays favorites.

Pre-Group History: Deonte was born and bred as a means to be a pack guard. While the ranking was prominent, he actually didn't mind the thrall work he was given, but rather felt as though he just had a stronger sense of purpose. So, as a young male, him and his siblings would be raised to serve the pack's higher-ups.

This wasn't a role normally enforced, but a pack that had known war over a territory fued was bound to need protection.

The first couple years of his life were stable with no such threat. He'd progressed into an adult with incredible strength for his age, his frequent training becoming an addictive lesson. He'd learn to hunt, fish, defend, travel long distances, and withstand outrageous temperatures.

And then, it happened when he reached four years.

The war - the war that would take his home.

He was prepared for it and had minimal emotional attachment to the members, but what hurt him the most was that the alpha pair had just given birth to a litter.

The litter which had already been killed, aside from one child. Deonte didn't hesitate fighting his way to the cave.

With a tresspasser's fangs just over the unknowing infant's head, Deonte eliminated the threat, took the child, and fled.

He learned what shame was, and that he wasn't invincible.

---

It took the male searching tirelessly; the boy needed milk or he wouldn't survive. This was his duty; he would mentor him as he was selected to beforehand.

Fortunately, as it was spring, it was relatively easy to find a nursing lone mother. He'd hunt for her and take care of her, as long as she'd feed the child for him.

Sorren, he was called, believed this female to be his mother, and Deonte kept it that way. He didn't keep him there long enough for questions to arise, leaving the day he started eating meat.

Deonte would grow the boy into a young, working bloke like he used to be. Sorren had often found it too labor-inducing, but he tried to keep up.

It was those two years the pair would grow to learn each other, realize differences and appreciate one another. When he was called "uncle" for the first time, Deonte learned he had a heart and such things could melt.

Eventually, Sorren expressed interest in being a pack wolf, and - while promising to see him again - set off to a pack that Deonte said would be safe that he'd known in traveling.

Back on his own again, Deonte came across the patriarchal pack of Riverfell. It was there that he met Magnus, who became his first true friend. He was allowed to stay as a guest, and eventually a member who trained as a Gold Feather alongside Magnus' daughter, Kara.

When Kara was heard to have been impregnated by the Riverfell alpha's son and blackmailed, Deonte was appalled. While he understood Magnus' initial disbelief, he would try and help him see the situation through Kara's eyes.

Soon, Pyre was announced dead, and Magnus was nowhere to be found; so Deonte left.

Searching tirelessly for his friend, he hunted with devotion...

Group History:
+2 Joined

Other:
-Deonte is a Mackenzie Valley Wolf.
-Deonte is Pansexual/Panromantic/Monogamous.