In the light, there is darkness.
Name: My name is Caliban. Can it be a coincidence that if you switch two letters you get canibal?
Age: I am now four years old. That is roughly 52 moon cycles for those of you who can't count.
Gender: I am a male. Are you blind?
Rank: I am a Dathabam. As far as I am concerned, it can stay that way. No one needs to know who we are.
Appearance: Some people say that eyes are the door ways to your sould. Well, my doorway is amber filled. If you look at them long enough, you might just find the crazies hiding within. My coat is a little on the longer side, free flowing in the wind. It keeps us very warm when we're on our own. I have a burnt-sienna red between my ears that fades into a chocolate and finally just a normal tan. My undercoat is a creamed color which shows through on my under belly and legs. No body cares. Overall, I am a shorty and stocky built wolf. It allows us to sneak in the shadows with ease.
Personality: I am a hard and dedicated worker. Lies. I like being active and constantly doing something to keep my mind busy. More often for worse then better. I like to be helpful and for the most part I am outgoing but I am very timid in new surroundings. It is okay because I get the weakling through.If I had to describe myself in three words I would say cunning, charming, and adventurous. More like conniving, troublesome, and delusional.
Brief History: Being born in the time of war can do things to a wolf. It can change something on the inside which can never go back to quite the same way that it once was. You're talking about me, aren't you? Why make me sound so bad? I was born four years ago, give or take a few months; it is hard to remember such trivial things. Like most other liters, I was not the only one born. I had both brothers and sisters; both younger and older. Where are they all now you ask? Who knows and who cares. I tried my hardest to honor my parents and family. At least in the beginning we did. But then one day, early in my days put into the war, that all changed. Here comes the best parent; me. One day in battle, I was up against a wolf that I was much too inexperienced for. My end was drawing near and there wasn't much I could do to stop it. An older sister jumped in to my rescue, saving me by the skin of my teeth. Quickly, I rose to my feet and ran as far and as fast as I could. I wanted to turn around and help her; I heard her call to me, to help her as she had done for me but then I heard it. The voice. It spoke to me and its message was so clear. Run. Run and don't look back. She was weak and for that fault she will now fall. Do not aid in a losing battle. There is no one looking out for you except for us. I couldn't help but let it consume me, take me over and have its way with me. So we ran, ignoring the dieing calls of a sibling. We were out of the battle for some time after that brawl but when we returned, we were a force to be reckoned with although not one you'd expect. We switched sides. My new friend made it clear to me that the enslavers had been the ones with the sense all along. Who needs freedom when slavery gets so much more accomplished in such an orderly fashion. Playing a double agent was quite fun actually. It was easy to take members down in our old pack for they were foolish to be so trusting as to go off on their own with us. To eager to answer our, "Quick come with us. So and so is in need of our help. When we had dwindled our own packs numbers down we moved on and did what we could. Unfortunately... our side lost. They may have won the battle but we will win the war. So now, we travel looking for ways that we may help the enslavers rise once more.
Mate: Who could love someone as weird as I? We don't need anyone else.
Offspring: None. It is better that way.
Kin: They have all died from natural causes or have become misplaced in the time of war. Just keep telling yourself that. However, I did just run across one brother of mine, Kavil. What fun we will have with him.
Extra: None as of now... You're not going to tell them about me?
His Introduction:Now where are we going," Caliban questioned. He could sense his legs moving at a steady beat. One, two three four. One, two, three, four. This would be fine for most but he wasn't the one in control of them.
(("I found something I think you should see. I believe it will provide us with some entertainment for a while. If you were not so weak then you too would know where we are headed," the voice answered.))
The voice was a rather interesting thing to Caliban. He had grown to rather love and obey it. After all, how could one not listen to something that knew your every thought? It had come to him in a time of need and from its presence he had survived. He saw no reason why he should disobey it.
Inhaling deeply, scents flooded Caliban's nose quicker than a jackrabbit in m8ting season. Birds, trees, seals in the distance, plants; nothing special. Why did he have them heading this way? Waiting for a little while, Caliban decided to try again once the wind picked up, blowing directly at them. A skunk, a deer-maybe two, and… there, there it was. Why they were going this way.
((Yes. Yes, you finally have it," the voice spoke to him.))
Could it be," Caliban questioned to neither of them really. He once again checked the smell and sure enough it was still there except this time stronger, much stronger; they were drawing near.
How can I approach him. It has been so long sense we've seen each other. And what if he knows? What if he knows we switched sides? He will tear us apart. He was always larger and stronger than us," Caliban called out in a panic.
(("Relax," the voice ordered. "He doesn't know anything Just like the rest of them didn't. Your brother always had a weak heart. He will welcome you. We just have to act innocent for a while."))
The voice was right," Caliban assured himself. How would Kavil know of all the horrid things that they had done in the war. They had been so efficient that none of the wolves from their old pack they had targeted escaped alive.
(("Show some confidence," commanded the voice. "You are such an ingrate, must I do everything myself? You'd be long dead if it weren't for me."))
Caliban felt himself rising taller in his step, his chest protruding a tad more. With his head held high, he entered the territory of his brother. Mockingly they called, "Honey, I'm home. Where are you my dear brother." Now all they had to do was to find the long lost relative.