#But the OCs have to go through tramua I don't make the rules

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The Forgotten and how he came to be

Here is the backstory for my big wolf boy and how he got to where he is now! It's a long story so be warned!

For the longest time, it had just been him and Father. The other gods did not visit their realm, only his Sister did. He could still remember the warmth of her touch, how her hair shined like sunbeams, bright and vivid. Father spoke her name before, when he had first introduced them.

“Dura.”

Yet, when she left, it just became him and Father. It was like that for a long time. Until one day, his Father introduced him to a creature of scales and eyes, tail wrapped around an hourglass. The two had stared at each other with curiosity. Two beings created by Death.

“N̷̘̬͇̮̙̎̒͛͠͝ơ̴̡̞͈̠̺̾͒̃ṱ̸̗͉̻̅̆͑̓͂ͅȟ̸̡̲̖̦̽̇͋i̵͈̿̄ņ̶͚̲̼̳̆͆̕ğ̶͇͍̞̓̓." A name that had been taken away.

“This is Zolrath. He is your younger sibling, help protect him.”

He had been overjoyed. Eyes shining bright as he regarded his new sibling. Tail wagging as he gently nosed at him, a promise of safety in five eyes. This was his younger sibling. He was no longer alone. This was his family.

Why did they hurt him?

He still remembered caring for Zolrath. Showing him the villages of humans, he remembered the feeling of clawed hands clutching fur. Showing his sibling how to weave through shadows, incite fear, he taught him everything he knew. Then Father made another.

“Leofric.” He had softly spoken.

This one was made of shadows, but possessed calm eyes. He had been infatuated with humanity. Watching them scurry about, mimicking their faces and bodies. Voices, distorted at first, but growing more and more alike until he could pass as a human. It was around this time, that he gained another sibling.

“Mehira.” Annih had her cupped in his hands, showing her to him. “Remember, protect her like the others.”

He still remembered her silver hair and teal eyes. They shined like his own, something that no others had. She had been small, so much smaller than the others. Tiny wings held her aloft, long enough to climb his back. A laugh like bells as she brushed his fur. This was his family.

Traitors and liars

Everything had been well, it had been balanced…until Dura died.

It destroyed Father. He became a husk of himself, not even taking care of his duties. Which is why he had stepped up. Certain jobs he could do, others he delegated to his siblings, now quite many. Leofric was the biggest help.

He was also the one who saw the dangers first.

“Brother. The others are planning something.”

“What?” His mouth was not built for human words.

“I don’t know, but it’s going to be bad.”

“No worry.” Pressing his nose against him, a huff of warm air washing over his younger sibling. “Am strong. Will protect.”

He had been the strongest of them. Only Father was more powerful then him. After all, every mortal and god knew of him. He was fear and dread. The thing that lurked in the shadows. Everyone feared him.

Everyone.

Perhaps his Father had not thought of this. Maybe he had? Either way, fear was such a powerful weapon. Especially when it was used by so many.

The memory of that day was so clear. Zolrath, always possessing that clever tongue, had rushed up to him. Mehira, his dear little sister, following him closely behind. Both with panic in their voices as they spoke of how they had found a group of Celestials arming the humans.

“I seduced one of them and they’re planning to stage an invasion to Father’s temple!” Mehira had exclaimed, wings fluttering behind her. A nervous habit.

“Brother. We must strike first.” Zolrath hissed, eyes narrowed.

He had reassured them he would go and look at the problem. Gently nosing at Zolrath before wrapping his tail around Mehira. An act that had always calmed her since she was born.

He should have paid more attention to their heartbeats.

Walking in the shadows of night, he quietly approached. Calmly watching as humans scurried back and forth. He had detected a faint Celestial energy, but it had been hard to pinpoint. Following the scent, disgusting, to a nearby mountain with a broken top.

The very mountain that his teeth had come from.

He had only taken a moment to gaze at the jagged stone. Fondly remembering his first time walking with Father. How he had pointed out this very mountain. A loving memory.

Pain.

So much pain.

He had caught the scent of blood before hearing a familiar cry. Mehira!

“Big brother!” She had wailed.

Voice coming from under the mountain. He had rushed in without a moment to waste. After all, he had been told to protect his younger siblings. Rushing through shadows before he came on silver hair and a small frame.

“Sister!”

She had looked up, eyes filled with tears, “B-brother!”

“Where hurt?”

Walking over to her, pausing as he heard an odd sound. As if metal had dragged over stone. It had caught him off-guard. Holy chains had pierced his flesh, burning his body. Letting out an earth shaking roar as his teeth snapped at air. The chains tightened, sinking into muscle and bone. Yet, there was no one around him.

He had been forced to the cold stone below. Eyes darting around, fearful of his little sister getting caught with him. Catching her rushing towards him, he had tried to warn her away.

*Clink*

A muzzle had been clamped onto him. Letting out a howl at the pain as it burned into his flesh. Yet, he could not remove it. He had been forced to the ground, five eyes snapping onto three figures who walked forward.

“Good job sister.” Zolrath had praised before he had looked at the wolf now trapped. “I would say sorry brother, but it has to be this way.”

The strange golden clock like Celestial next to Zolrath had sighed. “We need him gone. He’s too powerful and nothing will change if he remains here.”

Struggling against the chains, letting out a deep rumbling growl. In the moment, he had assumed that the Celestial was threatening his siblings. Forcing them to bind him here. Bracing his legs before going to stand up, uncaring of the chains. Rage filled his eyes as he raised his head.

The fear in Zolrath and Mehira’s eyes stopped him.

Why did they cower before him? He would never hurt his family! Only this Celestial!

“Quickly!” Mehira’s voice made his heart ache. “He’s going to escape!”

“Sister? Brother? Hurt.”

For a moment, Mehira had stopped. Reaching her hand out before being grabbed by Zolrath. The Hypogean glaring at her before hissing.

“Do not forget! If he goes away then we can become more powerful!”

What? The truth had hit at the same time as the Celestial. They had betrayed him. Letting out a scream as something was ripped away from him. Falling to the stone as his legs shook, looking up to see an hourglass in the Celestial’s hands.

“He cannot be destroyed. He has too much power.”

“But we can ensure he is forgotten.” Zolrath gleefully said as an hourglass formed in his hands. “We take away his name, the memory of him, everything until he withers away to nothing.”

To take his name would mean to take his power. They were going to leave him here. Reduce him to nothing.

After all, that is the only way to kill a god.

Zolrath and the Celestial had done something strange to his hourglass and the other. He had felt a strange ripple rush over him. Watched as Mehira gained a puzzled look…as if she had forgotten something.

“There.” Zolrath spoke. “And now the final touch.”

He waved his hand and everything vanished. No noise, no light. He could not see, could not smell or hear. The only thing he could feel was the pain from the holy metal.

“A place removed from time and space!” A clawed hand had patted his head. “Goodbye brother. After I leave, I won’t remember you.”

And he was left alone.

A being that had everything taken away. He was nothing. No name, no power, no one to remember him.

Yet, he did not die.

He had been the most powerful of Annih’s children. He was a concept, the idea of fear and dread. You cannot kill that.

So Nothing laid there, unable to move.

Until even the pain was nothing more than a buzz in the back of his mind. Perhaps for moments or eons, he lied there. Mind slowly being chipped away every second. Memory replaying the betrayal of his kin, of the Celestial. Perhaps his rage let him refuse to die.

Until something that wasn’t supposed to happen did.

“Who are you?” A voice asked him.

Five eyes locked onto the tiny being before him.

A mortal.