Biography
Sotreval always had a fond love of the Misaki Scions. Though Misaki had long since left the land of the living; she had several descendants scattered about, and bot all of them had four legs.
Sotreval had been born into a the arms of a midwife who was working under the employment of The Castle. He had been raised as the prince, ready to take Arthur's place, for sixteen years until unearthing a long-standing family secret. A bitter secret which his mother and father bickered over constantly. It was in the afternoon of a brisk autumn evening that he decided he could no longer withstand the snarky comments his parents were making. Everything made him beyond angry which was the push his body had needed to discover the full ability of the family secret.
Filled with a combination of rage and resentment, Sotreval threw himself off his bed and landed on the floor with enough force he should have gone through the floorboards. Thrashing around in what appeared to be a seizure-like state, Sotreval contorted and twisted; his bones realigned and his spine lengthened. He tried to call for help but a strangled cry escaped instead. His Adam's apple was gone, replaced with vocal chords and a elongated snout which caused him immense terror. He scrambled to his feet, only to find himself eye-level with his windowsills. He tried to reach up, his paws resting on the sill with his reflection staring back at him. Gone was the 6'8 handsome prince; in his place was a wolf.
Sotreval felt the blood drain from his face, although his new pelt concealed how pale he felt. "There's no way..." He mumbled, pushing off the window to move around the end of his bed and take a look at himself in the mirror. "The library...Everything in the library was true..." Sotreval drew in a short breath. He had now idea how he was going to get out.
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Sotreval stood in the misty rain staring up at The Castle walls in which he had resided. He could easily spot Amadeus standing in the very same bedroom he had called his for the first sixteen years of his life. Sotreval locked eyes with Amadeus, the rain collecting on his pelt while the two stared one another down.
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Sixteen years later, Amadeus now stood at the very same window his brother Sotreval had stood at all those years earlier. The drizzle outside felt never-ending, bringing a cold, damp feeling with it despite the fireplace in his room being fully stoked. His gaze settled on a figure in the distance. He already knew who it was; Sotreval.
...There was no longer hatred in the gaze, but rather a mutual understanding between two brothers.
...His brother had come back to the pack.
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