[b][u]Character Development [/u][/b] 3 Rivers Trade Post Pittsburgh USA Ragnar walked the snow covered streets of 3 rivers with a loping stride common to his breed of Animaro. His dark fur and air of confidence also obvious traits of the wolves seemed to stay naturally at his side. That however was where the similarities ended. Wolf Animaro tended to stay in packs or large settlement with others forming a tighknit community. He stood alone. Other Animaro showed signs of some sort of reverence for nature to the extreme of a religious zeal. At best he was considered a spiritual, but mostly an atheist. And where as many of his kin were drove by instinct and sometimes lust. He denied them in self placed isolation. There were many things said about a lone wolf, none of the anything good. He welcomed them all with a fanged smirk. Even still the knawing pangs of his instincts knawed and teared at him evert I'm he came to this outpost he called home. As he caught glimpses of other packs he felt longing to join them. As the Cubs played he could not help but feel anguish that he would never have his own. At the scent of the bitches in heat he shock in excitement that he would deny himself. This was one of those nights. As he passed pack after pack towards the forges. Eyes darted and cubs whisked away from his presence. He could feel the eyes of each bitch coming to age on him and their packs alphas contempt as he passed. Their loathing was all but tangible. None of that mattered. It never mattered. As he worked tirelessly at the small forge. Others came and went. Some even stopped and watched as Ragnar bent the metal scrap that was his reward to his will. Day turned to knight and more and more left till his was the only forge still worked. As he pulled out the amulet he stifled a whimper. He never wanted to be like this. He wanted a pack, a fimily, a mate. The memories came unbidden as he succumbed to pain. [i]Why was it always him? Why was he always the last? [/i] Letting his emotions loose again he released an anguished howl to the heavens as he burned the amulet into his hands. Tears streamed from his eyes as he dropped to his knees. He couldn't care less about the scorched flesh, the pain inside of him was to much to bear. [i]It was never supposed to be like this. Why had fate stuck at him so harshly? Whom had he wronged so bad to be cursed so fully?[/i] Before laying to sleep besides the forge one last thought tormented his mind. Its enormity tearing at him. [i]Why was he the one left behind?[/i]