Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140714131430/@comment-10197675-20140714232132

So forth the night grew old and time ran out…

Torndin watched the savage beasts, as they slowly crept closer readying there strike. Dread and fear struck the Nord as he knew he stood no chance against 20 or so wolves neither did his wife nor son, so forth he stepped forwards once more and looked back towards Elswlere and Tornder.

“Go, swim through the lake to the other side, I will try and hold them back for a while...” Torndin whispered, his voice wavered and wobbled as he tried his best not to sound so glum.

The leading White wolf was calmer than the other wolves, not as fierce, it haltered the attack, waiting for the Nords to speak with one another and so forth it waited for the right moment, the moment of which it would release its lesser brethren on their prey.

“No, but..” Elswlere tried to reply, but Torndin interrupted.

   “GO… my love, save yourself and our son…*Torndin looked at the wolves, which were getting ever closer, panic struck him, he then looked back at his family and a small smile lit his face and the panic was swept away*... go”

One small tear dropped from Elswleres eye as she then turned and ran into the water, she burrowed Tornders frail head into her chest as tears started to erupt from her eyes, the Nordic women didn’t look back as she started to make her way into the cold and deep lake, she tried to hold her baby high in her arms as she struggled to swim through the water, it was apparent she was quite a weak swimmer.

Torndin watched helplessly as the only two souls he had cared for disappeared into the water, he tried to resist jumping in after them, as this would only lead two the wolves following him in, therefore the Nord spun his head around facing the pack, the Nord fell to the ground on his knees, he closed his eyes, whilst tears streamed down his face knowing that his wife and son would soon drown. The chief White Wolf stared at the man; it then gently moved its head upwards before letting out a loud and deep howl, a howl that could be heard from many miles away. This signaled the other wolves to finish off the prey. And that they did, as the White wolf then watched his brethren tear apart the innocent man and still it remained calm. The White Wolf then looked out into the lake, a small baby wrapped in cloth slowly swept into the shore, loud cries could be heard from it as a Nordic women’s corpse floated behind it.

The White Wolf then swiftly made its way around to the young boy; it stared down at the boy’s young face before picking the baby up by the cloth that covered it, like a pup would be picked up by the scruff of its neck. The Wolf then gradually made its way back into the forest carrying the boy as it headed back towards its den, followed by its pack, carrying their catch…

(And that is basically part of the backstory of Wolfsgaurd’s childhood(very young) with his true parents, I will probably carry on with more of his childhood later, but that’s only if I have time tho.)