Ouro

Ouro was a green water snake, who was the familiar and companion to Amon of Vektren. His story is ongoing. He was created and RP'd by KingWolfInk.

## Personality

* ***Confident, Calm, and Collected.*** Ouro is cocky and confident, and generally keeps himself very calm and collected. He's not stupid though, he knows how to keep himself out of the way of larger predators and keep their involvement in mischief and trouble to a minimum - very much of the opinion that one's own safety is not worth whatever amusement gained from it. Having lived alone all their life they know how to navigate the murky lands of Vektren and have seen all kinds of things come and go, which has made them what could be considered "street smart" (swamp smart), even if not actually particularly wise. They don't tend to be emotional, but can be sarcastic and quick to judge.
* ***Stubborn and Judgmental, but Caring.*** When angered or upset, he will become very difficult to talk to and stubborn in their perception of whatever has happened to cause them to feel angry or upset. Being quite judgmental leads into them also being unlikely to change their opinion of someone once their mind is made up, and they are very quick to decide if they like or dislike someone, usually based entirely upon how annoying they think they are. Despite it all, he is incredibly caring and gentle with those he finds worth his time, and finds joy in being a support to those close to them.

## Pre-Group History

Keeping out of trouble was top of Ouro's priority list, and he'd grown very good at it by now, but even the most vigilant can find trouble finding them no matter how hard they work to avoid it, which is certainly what happened the day the small hollow they were enjoying a rest in was invaded by one of the wolves that called this swamp home. Usually they'd keep their distance from all of the canines, but they were surprised and there was not much space in here, the wolf seemed in a rush to escape the torrential rain outside and very nearly stepped on him, forcing him to make his presence known by complaining quite loudly about being trampled by careless canines.

This wolf was odd, as far as his understand of wolves went, as he didn't speak. The reason why becoming clear when they finally attempted to talk - they had one heck of a stutter. Poor kid.

Ouro could not relate, but the wolf was pleasant enough and didn't threaten to eat him even once! They would have been satisfied with that being their only interaction, but they found themselves running into the same wolf again while exploring a newer ditch that had been dug by the pack, the wolf dragging logs and branches into the pit and angling them upwards. He did not understand the concept of traps, which is apparently what they were doing, but it was amusing enough and once again despite his quiet nature the wolf was pleasant company.

Over their random encounters he learned that this wolf's father also knew a snake, a larger rattlesnake apparently named Ed, which was a source of absolute bafflement. He had no idea wolves had a habit of befriending snakes. Maybe it was just this particular family of wolves that did it.

The two of them found an understanding, Ouro often not even needing the wolf, Amon, to voice his thoughts before Ouro had figured out what he meant anyways. It was fun, hanging out with a wolf, and kept them much safer from larger predators and birds that would try and eat them whenever in the company of Amon. Their new friend wasn't always around though, and some new wolves had shown up that were frankly disgusting. Opting to avoid them as he usually did, Ouro tried to keep themselves hidden for the most part, but the newcomers were strange and didn't act like normal wolves.

One of them found him. He tried to escape through undergrowth a wolf wouldn't fit under, but this one dove right in anyways and grabbed up a mouthful of dirt, thorns, grass and unfortunate snake. It'd only grabbed him around his middle, which meant he had plenty of room to twist and strike, biting into its eye and getting it to drop them, but its teeth had already made a mess of his body.

They slithered away, glad to be alive, right up until they started to feel quite unwell. They were resigned to die too young, unable to hunt, coiled in a miserable hollowed out log when a familiar nose appeared before them.

Amon took them gently back to their home, sought treatment from their packmates for him and caught frogs and newts for them to eat while they healed. Amon cited the fact they were a friend, and that their father also had a snake for a friend, as their reasoning for helping them, which he couldn't argue with.

Also, it was hilarious to see the look on the father's face when Amon brought him to see Ouro and asked how he should best care for his sick snake friend, he'd hang around just to see more moments like that.

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