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Is that ORLANDO BLOOM? No, that’s ZYAIR. The 40 year old OAK MOON - GRIZZLY WEREBEAR OMEGA MALE is a PIT FIGHTER SOON SELF-DEFENSE TRAINER. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be LOYAL & RESILIENT, but beware, they’re also known to be DEFENSIVE & DISTRUSTING. Their friends also say that they’re into PAIN, COLLARS & AFFECTION but don’t you dare trying GORE, SCAT & BONDAGE with them.
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Zyair
Nickname: Z
Age: 40
Species: Werebear
Moon: Oak Moon
Secondary Gender: Omega
Occupation: Pit Fighter (forced), Self-Defense Trainer at the Gym
Pack (born): Lily (dame), Troy (sire), 3 younger siblings
Family: Liam Powell, Trenton
Likes: tba
Dislikes: tba
Mate: n/a
APPEARANCE
Height: 5’11
Weight: 198 lbs
Build: fit
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Bear Color: tba
SEX
Kinks: Pain, Affection & Collars
Anti-Kinks: Scat, Gore, Vore
Survival of the Fittest would always rule the world, one way or another. The human race was tougher than they looked, more robust than many Supernaturals expected and evil in nature. It wasn’t the witches or the fae that were born with darkness in their hearts, it was the humans. With the impending war right on their doorsteps, they didn’t find fear in their hearts - no, they found fury, chasing down everybody non-human across the globe relentlessly until they all were either dead or imprisoned for their crimes. The only crime Zyair committed in his life was to be born.
Zyair wasn’t the name his birth parents gave him, but Asher, the boy they gave life to, at the age of twelve. The young cub had wandered off, trying to catch fish in the river for his family. He was found, completely drenched with not a single fish caught - yet he kept trying and his determination was the little something Amari needed to see to make his decision. The boy was caught, his head held underwater until he began to struggle. A little longer. Just a little longer. When he was pulled out of the water, gasping for breath and coughing water, Amari pressed his lips to the boy’s forehead and said only one word.
Zyair.
Rebirth. Zyair, born in the river. He’d keep that name, it was his. The strength and determination in the young cub would prove essential to his survival. He was not kidnapped to live a normal life - or be sold outside the country for money, nor was he to be killed due to his supernatural side. They knew what he was, they had caught him with his claws and fangs on display. No, Amari had different plans for the young boy. He was trained, brutally, every single day - no exceptions, no mercy. They didn’t instantly let him fight for his life, not until he was ready to prove his worth. Training took years, the time he didn’t train, he spent in his cage, so - naturally, he trained most of the day. A good session would earn him a grand meal, which gave him strength, so it wasn’t all that bad a deal.
Two years after Zyair was born, he’d be sent to his first fight in the ring. He was fifteen when he took his first life. It was not a spectacular fight, it wasn’t staged - nor were many people watching. It was just two boys fighting for their lives in a world that was too cruel, too dark, too evil for them to co-exist in. This wouldn’t be the only life taken by the young man, not by far. These tournaments Zyair was caught and trained for weren’t like the ordinary human fights where broken bones and bleeding noses were the ultimate sacrifice. no, the ones they caught little monsters for were much more brutal, much more violent and they only ever ended one way. Death. Survival of the Fittest.
At the age of seventeen, he presented Omega, much to everybody’s surprise. He was one of the strongest fighters, deadly in the ring - though never short of contestants, but … still just an Omega. Amari was not pleased to see his prized fighter miss out, but quickly found himself enjoying the perks. Zyair never left his cage during the heats, Amari - or one of his trusted colleagues came to him. Despite their rather outspoken disdain for his kind, they never shied away from using him for their benefit. Thankfully, neither of their cycles ever lined up and Zyair seemed to be destined for a life without offspring, which - honestly, was a good thing. Bringing life into this world he lived in would be cruel.
Zyair never lost. A few times the vet wasn’t sure he’d make it till next morning - his opponents sure didn’t, but the bear always woke up. Again and again. Oak Moon. Sturdier than others, surely helped in the life he led. Every fight, every win earned him a mark. Amari thought it fitting to litter his body in tiny little bear paws. One for every life he took, one for every week of his life - some weeks two or three. They were tiny, barely recognizable as such, unless in close proximity, which was the point. His foes would see them during battle, during their last breaths - when life bled from their eyes.
Nearing forty years of age, Zyair knew that he had maybe ten .. or twenty more in him before there would be younger ones, faster ones, stronger ones coming for his throat. A few days after his birthday - the day Zyair of the River was born, his master brought in someone else. Another bear. Older than him, surely, but strong nonetheless.
Coincidentally, they were held in cages next to each other - Zyair wasn’t sure if the man was to replace him, though with his age he wouldn’t do better for Amari than Zyair could. But now he could announce the Bears. They were pitched against others together - Liam was as lethal as he was, worse even - collared and electro-shocked when he didn’t obey. They did well together, for weeks. They bonded, like Zyair finally found the pack he lost when he was a child. But it wasn’t meant to stay this way, at least not entirely.
When Zyair’s heat came around next time, the first since Liam got caught… Amari had an even better idea and Zyair should’ve known that he would. A strong, deadly Alpha bear breeding a strong, lethal omega bear. The child born of that coupling would be a monster. In Amari’s eyes and exactly what he’s been wanting. Convinced the only reason Zyair hadn’t gifted him with children yet throughout the years was because their breeds were not supposed to mix, he was sure two bears would have no troubles. So when Zyair writhed in agony on the mattress he’d called bed for many years, expecting his master to join him as usual, the rustling of chains was .. disturbing. Not Amari.
Instead they had dragged and dumped Liam into his cell. The faint whisper of a promise still on Amari’s lips. Grant me a healthy boy and you’ll be free. Liam’s freedom.. for as little as his seed. It was a good deal, if it took. Zyair wouldn’t blame him if he accepted, but even when he didn’t - when he stood in that cell trying not to watch, he knew what he had to do. Do it, he told him. Do it. Someone will. Someone always does. He’d rather someone he trusted than a stranger, or one of those filthy human pigs. That included Amari.
It would be a while before they knew. They were kept in the same cell for the entire week and after that… then the morning sickness began. Oh no. Until Zyair showed, he and Liam had fights to fight - by now Amari knew Zyair wouldn’t die in the ring, even less so with his Alpha bear in the ring to protect him. Planned? Maybe. Calculated? Definitely. Amari only needed one bear to take over, so Liam’s existence was .. unnecessary.
Something different was in the air, but he couldn’t say what it was. Not until Amari announced another fight to the audience. One they would never forget.
Bear vs bear.
It wouldn’t happen. Liam wouldn’t kill his unborn cub and Zyair wouldn’t kill pack. They refused.
Mother Nature was watching over them, proof for that came barging in just as Amari spat threats into the pit. Vengeance in the form of yet another bear ran down security, tearing flesh, covered in blood.
The lie he told that bear would save his life. Liam didn’t correct him.
They are both taken to New Haven, a safe space for people like them, where he was given a home, money and ..a new life.
