GET TO KNOW THE MUSE
Name: Prince Castor Rhayos
Nickname(s): Sunbeam
Age: 27
Date of Birth: July 27, 784
Place of Birth: Aaros
Race / Ethnicity: Latino
Gender: Cis Male
Secondary Gender: Alpha
Pronouns: He/Him
Job: Tailor
FAMILY
Sire: Cailore Rhayos III
Dame: Uma Titanos
Siblings: One Older Brother, and One Younger Brother
Mate: none
Children: none
Pets: none
APPEARANCE
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 248
Build: Muscular - Lean
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Hazel
Tattoos: Hand Tattoos and Forearms
Piercings: Both Ears and Septum
Clothing style - Tattered Fine Clothes and Fine Jewelry
Distinguishing Features: A branded Sun on his entire back
WOLF FORM
Fur Color: Dark Brown
Wolf Build: Bigger than Most in Size and Build
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Kind & Inquisitive
Negative Traits: Recluse & Cynical
Hobbies & Interests: Art, History, Gardening, Wine Making
NSFW
Position: Undetermined
Kinks: Undetermined
Anti-Kinks: Scat, Vore, Gore
Safeword: Undetermined
Dick Size: 11.2"
BIOGRAPHY
Worship of the gods was what life revolved around in the city of Aaros, and the royal family was no exception, if anything they enabled this way of life. Many of the people, if not all, gave gifts to the countless gods that they believed in, but one prevailed above all else, the Goddess of the Sun. She looked over the kingdom, granting her blessings to anyone who aided and continued the growth of Aaros.
The Royal Family ruled over the Sundom, but despite being as powerful as they were, they were kind and just, doing everything they could to reflect the benevolent nature of the Goddess they worshiped. It was the perfect place to grow up, there was no malice in anyone’s hearts that his mother felt comfortable enough to invite other mothers regardless of their class to come to their home so their pups could play with hers. There were three of them, Castor, and his two brothers, one older and the other younger than him. Although his older sibling was destined to take the crown and rule the city of Aaros, there was never any ill will from his two younger brothers, as they both felt they could assist him. The three had no reason to train as they had a loyal army and personal guards to protect them, but they all trained along them in case they ever needed to protect their home. Still, Castor had a greater interest in the fine arts, history, and gardening, since he believed it would enrich the culture of Aaros.
They were growing up to be fine young men, all strong and having the potential to carry the Sundom to another era of prosperity. But before they even could, their father slowly fell into a slow descent into madness that not only brought fear to neighboring cities, but as well as the people he was meant to protect. The pups were still young, with two of them not having presented yet, but Castor’s older brother had, and he believed since he would be taking the crown and was an alpha, their father would listen to his demands. Instead, the terrified family saw the beginning of a terrible tradition, the sacrifices to the Goddess. Since then, he has not been able to feel the warmth of the Sun.
The Sun King was out of his mind, but despite this, there were people following his preachings and agreeing with them and if anyone didn’t they would have the same fate as Castor's brother’s fate. Ever since that brutal loss, everyone kept to themselves, especially the ones who mourned the loss of their old home. Many people began to leave the royal city, leaving the cultists behind, forcing Castor, his brother, and his mother to remain in this madness.
A couple of years had passed, Castor had just turned eighteen and presented as an Alpha, which made his father proud. It disgusted him as he wanted nothing to do with him, but as he was ready to push the mad king away from, he called the guards to hold him down and begin the ceremony. The young alpha could feel himself struggling under their grasps, but he stopped after a brief moment, believing he would see his older brother soon, instead, he was met with the searing heat of burning iron on his back slowly dragging across his skin. There was no way he could hold his pain, his anger, his sadness, so he screamed until the shock made him black out. When he regained consciousness, his back was bandaged, and was told by an ecstatic nurse that he was now marked by the Sun.
Castor didn’t know what it meant, but while he was incapacitated, his father had made announcements to the Sundom that he was blessed by the Goddess to be the next king. The sudden news dropped the entire weight of the world onto his shoulders, but then he thought how this might be a good thing. Maybe he could right his father’s wrongs and bring back the warm light that exuded from Aaros. However, even though his father was the one who announced this, his madness made him paranoid, believing that he would kill him to get the crown as soon as he could. Guards would then watch him at every given moment at the orders of their king, making him a prisoner in his own home.
Throughout the years, he pulled away from everyone, even his own family as he was afraid that he would hurt anyone who got too close to him, leaving him with nothing more but the company of the guards. Fortunately, he was close friends with one of them before all of this occurred, and through him, he has heard more people continued to escape the city, including his mother and brother. Somehow, even though he was all alone now, he was relieved that the family that remained was safe now.
Time continued to pass him by, until he heard a storm roll on by in the middle of the night. But when he looked out of his window, he saw no rain tapping on his glass. Before he knew it, he saw his friend, rushing towards him all bloody, knife in his while the other covered his mouth. Once again, he thought his life would have ended, this time betrayed by his confidant, but instead, he pulled him and sneaked him through the castle, a treacherous trek of smoke and slaughter getting to the stables. He commanded Castor to get on and to ride, getting as far away as possible, but the Prince didn’t want to leave his only friend behind but he urged him to find safety and that no matter how far away he got, he would still find him. Without being able to say another word, the guard struck the horse, scaring it and making him run away, after that, he did as was told and rode away. There was no destination in mind, he just had the stallion take him wherever it wanted. It was mindless wandering with nowhere to go but after a few days of travels and hardship, Castor found a camp hidden by the woods and protected by the mountains. Without thinking, he started running towards it, immediately stopped by the guards, their swords pointing at him, despite his tattered clothes and tired eyes. Castor was taken in, unsure if he was a prisoner, but feeling no different from before, until he was in the presence of three men who then interrogated him, almost as if they were finding him a spot here.
Was the prince finding his home?
