ZEPHYR .

zephyr is simply what becomes of a soul being too bold for his own good.

having stood up to the leader of the pack he was once in, denying the act of senseless killing in the pursuit of battle, he was forced into ritual combat to press his point. he didn't last long, easily overcome by someone far more stronger and well equipped in a fight like this than himself. he sustained terrible injuries (most by his own stubbornness to back down) and was left for dead, abandoned by those he once called family. he was quite ready to die, curled up and bleeding out on the forest floor, but that spark of stubbornness made its return once more. 

he stumbled hazily through the woodland before collapsing nearby a small cabin, where the resident who had been returning from an outing for herbs would come across him. despite the weak growls and sad attempts at distancing himself, he gained some help and was nursed back to health. he's begrudging in his graciousness -- promising a debt should he ever cross the path of this home again. he wanted solitude and remaining here until the debt was paid was simply out of the question. 

for now, zephyr strays about the woods, nursing more scars than one would or should normally have. 

he's exhausted, bitter, and cold. but at least he lived and he has some peace now. 

well, until he happens upon a lone child one (unfortunate) evening.