“Curses Dark and Fair” Character - Fenris Bähr
Astrid—queen, wolf-mother—was the tempestuous leader of the Volk Tribe, a bloodline of howlers and gnarling teeth. Torbjörn the bear-king, a grizzly leader to the Bähr Tribe. One Hunter’s Moon the two proud and fierce leaders came together to unite their bloodlines. Under the full moon, teeth were bared and biting, claws scratched. The wolf-mother and the bear-king would accomplish a first for their kind—a mix of the bloodlines, a child.
Fenris was sitting in the shadows, away from the flames climbing into the night sky where a circle of his tribesmen sat—but not far enough to avoid hearing the lore speaker tell the story of his parent’s consummation—a tribe tradition every Hunter’s Moon. The first of a mixed bloodline—one wolf, the other bear—he was an enigma. And for that the tribes gave him a sense of superiority that never felt rightfully deserved.
By nature he was his mother’s son, and by appearance he was the splitting image of his father. But who was just Fenris?
The bonfire’s light was suddenly smothered by a dark figure.
Fenris looked up with his eyes alone, acknowledging his father with a simple nod and then returning his attention to the mindless whittle project in his hands. Torbjörn sunk onto a carved log beside him, not speaking or doing anything for a few long moments.
“So you’ve made up your mind?” his father’s voice was always a growl when he spoke, whether it was intended or not.
Pausing his knife for a second, Fenris sighed, “You won’t change my mind.”
“Who says I want to?” Torbjörn retorted. “Your mother wishes for me to speak to you and alter your decision...” he continued, catching a viperous glare from across the fires, “I however, want you to do what you think is best for you.”
This was a surprise for Fenris. “You’re letting me join the Huntsmen?”
A chuckle boomed from his father, “What is the point of creating a unique child as yourself, to only rule over you?” Fenris looked at his father—really looked at him. The scars and furrowed brows, a long dark mane of hair and an unruly beard—the bear-king. “I want this to be your life Fenris, my son,” Torbjörn squeezed his shoulder with large calloused fingers, “Not ours.”
For @yourocsbackstory Week 2: Family
