Loki

Seven (Half-Sister)

Four (Half-Brother, NPC)

## Application Sheet

Loki was a charcoal-black male wolf with piercing green eyes and copper-colored markings. Born outside the Domain alongside a brother, Cody, he joined Vale alone and became one of its most skilled Sentinels. He was key to the resistance in the Dark Ages, along with his mate, Keme, and was later appointed to the position of alpha when Astir Faust chose to leave the Domain. After Keme (supposedly) died, Loki grew close to a she-wolf named Venus, and he adopted a daughter named Triss. Ultimately, when prey shortages and strange deaths began to harm his pack, Loki made the difficult decision to move Vale to a new territory, and has never been seen again. Loki was created and RP'd by FaIIenShadows.

## Personality

* ***Adaptable, Compassionate, and Loyal.*** Born and raised in an ever changing world, Loki has become immune to change. Withstanding a lifestyle that constantly shifts means he is highly adaptable, both physically and mentally. The Alpha has been through much turmoil and faced great loss, but these experiences have only strengthened him. Having seen it all, very little wavers this soldier. He is rarely caught off guard, constantly aware of his surroundings and environment. Strong but callused by life, Loki faces life with his ears erect and paws ready. Despite many challenges, the one thing this Alpha didn't loose during the dark ages was his compassion. Especially to the young and vulnerable. He feels a sense of responsibility for the youth of Vale, and always ensures one eye is kept on them as he goes about his business. He despairs when other's are grieving and wishes to do what he can to prevent them from facing the horrors of his own past. He takes great interest in the education and training of the Squires and participates whenever he is able. His pack are his family and his family is his life. Loki would die a thousand times over to protect his loved ones, and he feels a constant burning dedication to Vale as a whole. Having been with them in the worst of times, the male has developed a bond unlike no other with his pack, and now with his new title as Alpha, the soldier's commitment has never been stronger. Constantly alert and vigilant, Loki works tirelessly to maintain Valearian borders and ensure the safety of those within.
* ***Practical and Suspicious.*** As he has aged, Loki's once spontaneous nature has dampened into a more calm and logical approach. The male thinks through things carefully and is certainly one to make plans before diving in head-first. The darker days have wizened the one bore-headed youngster, and Loki has grown into a finely tuned soldier ready for whatever life can throw at him. He is intellectual and cunning, having experienced a lot in a short amount of time. And although he makes for a deadly foe, if conclusions can be made without blood-shed, Loki will abide. The world is tainted, and Loki has a very jaded view on it. Having been through much trauma, he finds it difficult to let his guard down. In fact, he is always on edge. Rarely getting a thorough sleep, the male spends majority of his time patrolling and scanning the territory, almost fanatical about his pack's well being and determined to ensure they are safe. He, much like the rest of Vale, has separated himself from the outside world, and rarely interacts with wolves other than those within his borders. And if he does by chance run into a stranger, it will take much for him to come to trust them.
* ***Humble and Serious.*** Loki feels as though he has failed many in his life, and therefore, has a wavering self-esteem level. Undermining his important in the pack, Loki rarely takes the time to think of himself. His outward appearance displays much of this, having a rugged pelt and hollow eyes from lack of sleep. Although maintaining a rather respectful aura, one must not mistake him as a pushover. He will not stand for disrespect or rudeness, especially from the lesser or subordinate. Although once he bore a light playfulness that softened much of his behavior, Loki has hardened significantly in his age. He has seen the horrors of war and felt the bite of torture and betrayal. A sense of humor is certainly not completely absent, rather weakened. Loki finds it very difficult to lighten up or relax, and has a stern resting face. He is honest and sincere, believing one should be transparent with their family, for secrets tend to fester and only make things all the worse. Perhaps one day he will re-connect with his fun-loving side, but alas, the scars of war remain.
* ***Vengeful, Judgmental, and Repressed.*** Having to withhold grudges, Loki is not one to forgive and forget. Once, he deemed death as a last resort, but the threats of battle have dulled his merciful streak. When it comes to the black watch and all that contributed to Vale's fall, Loki is bitter and vengeful. In fact, sometimes he debates whether or not to hunt those wolves down and make them suffer like he did. This vindictive beast within emerged in Roan's death, to which he holds no regrets. So whilst he may appear calm and collected outwardly, inside, he has a burning hatred and desire to wipe those who wronged him from existence. Socially, Loki finds it hard to interact with those around him. Although not necessarily disconnected, the male finds little to speak about and tends to spend his days alone, walking amidst the trees. There are only a selected few that he spends time with and considers close friends, but after months of isolation and despair, he struggles in large groups. He is more of a quiet observer, watching his family from the sidelines and only jumping in when they have need of him. But in general, he is quite oppressed, recalling the pain from his past and dwelling in his failures. If only things could have been different....Months of cruel treatment and relentless betrayals has soured this soldiers mind. When meeting new company, he automatically adopts a negative opinion. Tending to read a book by its cover, Loki finds it difficult to trust anyone outside of his own pack and family. He is bias, only holding his pack in high regard and tending to shun others. Unknown or unfamiliar wolves will need to work hard to gain this soldier's trust. He has many doubts and reservations about newcomers, and takes a long time to warm, and even then, very few wolves experience him at his true self. Loki remains almost permanently guarded.

## Pre-Group History

Loki was born to his mother Jade, his father an unknown male who quickly left after he figured out that she was to bare his pups. His mother was still young when she discovered her pregnancy, but had plenty of experience living in solitude. Finding a safe den, far to the west, she settled down. Mid autumn that year she gave birth to two sons, her eldest, Codiac and youngest, Loki.

Both boys were treated well and grew quickly, taking after their rogue father in both size and strength. Jade's eldest carried her thick white coat, whilst Loki bore his father's dark flank. Both were thick furred and bright eyed, learning quickly and chronically mischievous.

They often strayed from the dens during their mother's hunting trips, growing well accustomed to one another's company and bouncing off each other's personalities well. Despite their obvious differences, Cody being far more reserved than his younger, the pair rarely argued and relished their bond during Jade's trips. They relied on one another, for their mother was far from affectionate. Having fallen pregnant against her will, the white she-wolf was robbed of her maternal instinct, instead viewing her brood as more mouths to feed. But regardless, the boys grew steadily.

It about half-way through their second year when they began to notice Jade's strange behavior. As they aged, the boys ventured further from the dens, finding traces of a strange male in their lands. As their mother's hunting trips grew longer and longer, the two brother's began to put the pieces together. It was after the fourth day with no show that the boys understood the gravity of their situation. The litter hadn't been on her agenda, and now she had moved onto greener pastures, leaving the two to fend for themselves. Scared, shocked but determined, the brother's set from their homeland and traveled east.

They met many on their journeys, some friendly and other's not as much. For a length the boys traveled with a young female by the name of Venus. She had recently departed from her home pack and had little else to do but venture. The three were quite content in one another's company, working well and making ground. They parted on good terms, Loki hoping to cross path's with her again. As they moved into the pack lands, they came across the Valerian border. Relieved to be at the end of the road at last, the dark male proceeded forwards, only to be told heat-breaking news. In his travels, Codiac had decided it was better for him to travel alone. The life of a pack would not suit his needs. After a hurtful goodbye, the two parted ways and Loki joined the ranks of Vale.

## Group History

Being met at the border and brought to Astir Faust, the Valerian Alpha, Loki was accepted into the pack as an Omega. He took to pack life quickly, eager to spread his wings and form bonds with his new family. He grew to know Vale's beta Notah, earning his respect, despite the other's cold demeanor. He also began to form a friendship with Vale's medic, Wren, a gentle heart with a soft voice and compassionate eyes. The female took him on his first tour of the territory, giving him insight into Valerian life and culture. The two got on famously and Loki began to feel hope once more. He had finally found a place where he could begin his life, leave behind the past and work to make a difference. To become a part of the family, and to protect those he loved.

After a few months, Loki gained a task for himself, taking the role of Sentinel. His training was monitored by the Lead Sentinel Brunhilda, a fierce warrior and loyal Valerian. Loki grew to deeply respect her as both a friend and a mentor, learning and growing stronger by the day.

Days turned into weeks, which turned into months. Autumn finally rose upon the land, and the young male was truly beginning to make a name for himself. Rising in rank, the trainee completed his assessments and took the role of Captain. With the new-found responsibility also came extended freedom. Loki took to exploring beyond the borders, trekking longer distances and expanding his view of the world. It was during these months of short expeditions that he came across a young female by the name of Keme. Her pelt carried the scent of a strange pack; Fellfang. She was sweet, beautiful and charismatic and the two quickly grew quite fond of one another's company. They parted ways on good terms, and the young Valerian couldn't help but hope to see her again.

Keme wasn't the only face Loki came across in his adventures. Whilst patrolling along the southern border, he managed to get himself stuck in a brush. He was reunited with his brother, who heard the struggles and came to lend assistance. The two were both overjoyed and shocked to see one another again, and tensions ran high as Loki attempted to convince his elder brother to join him. But the two managed to set aside their differences, and although Loki had to return to his pack, the pair promised to meet more often.

Not long after his first meeting with the lovely Fellfang she-wolf, did Loki agree to meet her again. The two explored the great Behemoth, a mighty hollow tree that marked the neutral land between both their territories. The pair lingered until darkness swathed around them and it grew too late for them to return to their respective homes. Curled among one another, the two spent the night and parted ways in the morning, promising to continue their meetings. Despite the natural barriers between them, Loki was falling hard and fast for the pretty Fellfang female and longed for her company as the days grew longer.

Not long after his second encounter with Keme, was the pack summoned together by their Alpha, Faust. The large male warned pack to up the security on their borders. The meaning behind the sudden up in security was unknown to him, until Faust called him, Starke and Quinn together. Speaking to them privately, the Astir ordered them to stay vigilant, sending the three male's out to search for a dark Vandr. The stranger, Renier, was beginning to stir up trouble, and for the safety of the pack, Faust commanded him to be brought before the court. Dead of alive.

As they proceeded with the search, Loki soon picked up the scent of strange wolves. Realizing the danger, he barked a warning, but it came too late. The small patrol was overwhelmed quickly by a group of Vektreni, lead by the she-devil Hekate herself. Spotting Renier's dark pelt among the thrall, Quinn set after him whilst Loki and Starke remained to fight the rest. Loki clashed with Hekate, quickly overpowering her. But when victory was imminent, he was quickly assaulted from the side by Veron, the Vektren queen's shadow. Tried, wounded and unable to defend themselves from the ferry of attacks, the group was forced to surrender. Lead back to camp, Loki began to feel dread build in his stomach. Quinn had failed to catch the dark loner before he had reached the densite, and by the time the group came upon them, all hell had broken loose.

Renier had allied himself with the dark cult, his forces taking Nyru, one of the Valerian beta's hostage. The Vandr stood before them, demanding Faust surrender his leadership or he would bring harm to Nyru and Wren. Refusing to give in his right to rule, their Astir attacked. The fight was brutal, but ended tragically, as Renier fixed his jaws in Faust's throat and flung him from the peak of Valtos.

With Faust dead, Renier claimed his place as the new *"King"* of Vale, threatening a similar fate for his packmates should they decide to rebel. Taking Wren as his queen, the dark Vandr enforced his new laws with a guard, made up of Vektreni soldiers and other unfamiliar faces. Loki, confused, terrified and grief-stricken fled the scene. The male threw himself down beside the Behemoth, exhausted from shock and blood loss. Reality was sinking in, and dread made its home heavily in his stomach. As he lay there, feeling wretched and lost, Keme arrived. Horrified at his state, she ran to his side and offered him comfort, pleading with him to explain what had happened. She lead him into the tree, begging him not to return to Vale out of fear for his wellbeing. Understanding how dire his position was, the dark male promised that should the pack fall, he would return to her. Overwhelmed by each other's company, the two spent a passion filled night together, reluctantly spitting ways as the sun rose and remembering the promises whispered.

Life in Vale continued to grow darker and darker. Renier had broken the pack apart, leaving their culture and traditions for carrion. The territory was beginning to feel like a wasteland, the prey vanishing as Renier's forces stripped it bare. The Valerians were starting to deteriorate, their new Alpha paying little heed to his pack, now that he had completed his goal in murdering Faust. Deciding it best not to linger any longer, Loki finally approached Wren. She fled from his sight at first, ashamed of her doings, but the young soldier managed to catch her and hear her testimony. She carried the dark-one's pups, having sworn herself to him long before she knew of his true intentions. He had used her position in the pack to get what he wanted, and now they were suffering for it.

Loki promised to avenge the death of their Astir, and to protect Wren from any further pain. It wasn't long until she gave birth to Shenandoah, the only surviving pup out of her litter of four. Despite the youth's lineage, Loki was eager to get to know her. For although there was half of the Vandr running through her veins, she was also sweet Wren. And he would protect her also.

The days continued to darken, but the Captain never missed a beat. He stayed vigilant, training vigorously and advancing to the highest in his rank. But there was a heaviness in the air. In his rise to power, Renier had insisted a guard be established, made up of his loyal followers. His closest confidant was a strange male, lithe, snake eyed and silver-tongued: Alar. His presence made others uneasy; his eagerness to rule in Renier's absence distressing. As their dark king became more and more occupied with the development of his daughter, it became clear his priorities had shifted. The pack fell between the cracks, living like scavengers, robbed of a strong foundation and leadership.

Feeling trapped in the walls of his own home, Loki fled. A cry of anguish escaped his lips. The pack was *dying*, and their *King* condoned it. Worried that he hadn't visited her, Keme had made her way from Fellfang to Vale, fearing the worst. She came upon the disheveled Lead, distraught at the sight of him. Loki explained the events of the passing months and voiced his fear for the future. Realizing with a pang that she was the only solid ground he had amidst the chaos, the dark soldier knew he couldn't go on without her. Without hesitation, Loki confessed that he had fallen in love with the Fellfangir and never wished to be parted from her. To his joy, she reciprocated his feelings and agreed to return to Vale with him. From that moment onward, he made a silent vow. *He won't take anymore from us.*

It wasn't long after Keme left her home pack that things began to shift. Whispers of a rebellion tainted the air and a fire was beginning to spark in the eyes of those who had been wronged. Nyru was quick to call a meeting, summoning her most trusted allies together to discuss the plans. She voiced that enough was enough, and they must fight for their home or die trying. It was clear at that point that there was a deep hatred for Renier's chosen mate, as most viewed Wren as a traitor. Accusations were thrown, threats to kill the Queen alongside her partner burned his ears. Loki, however, was quick to jump to his friend's defense. He couldn't deny the error she had made, but Faust's death had been as much a shock to her as it had been to the rest of them. She had been excluded from the Vandr's plans and was instead used and manipulated. He managed to convince the group that her death would be fruitless, and the pup was of no harm. But they were certain of one thing. *The Vandr must die.*

Plans were put into place quickly, the Valerian's working hard to ensure utmost discretion. No word of the rebellion could reach the King's ears, but with Alar's ravens constantly watching, it was easier said than done. A dark shadow hovered behind every tree, a beady eye and sharp ear around ever corner. They were walking on eggshells. Nyru planned to go to Aryn, knowing their allies would not ignore a cry for help whilst Loki and the other's would remain behind and hold fast.

However, when news met his ears from a loner, Vaiyalhi, that his brother had passed away, Loki was beginning to feel his world collapse. The earth felt unsteady, the menacing shapes lurking closer and taunting voice whispering in his ears. With his only remaining family gone, the dark lead had nothing left but his pack. He could not let them fade.

Renier and Wren's disappearance came as a violent shock. Shenandoah was distraught, and those who rejoiced in the King's fall had little time to praise, for Alar was quick to stand in his place. With a raven at his shoulder and his watch dogs to protect him, chaos ensued. Convinced that the rebel's had murdered her parents, Shen shunned Loki and the other's, falling heavily onto Alar's shoulder for support. His poison words and sweet assurances had her snared. He could do no wrong in her eyes, and she began a downward spiral, turning violent and cruel.

Grief-stricken at Wren's fate, Loki confided in his mate, voicing his fears for Shen and his intent to tell her the truth. The young pup's view of her father had been distorted by love. She saw him as a victor, a strong Alpha who had earned his place at the throne, with Alar by his side as his trusted confidant. The rebels were the monsters that needed to be stamped out. And she believed all this because no-one had the courage to tell her otherwise, afraid of the backlash received from his many dark followers. But his concern for the Monarch was great, fueled by his love for Wren, and as a result, Loki decided he would inform Shen of the truth. Whether she wished to hear it or not.

It was unfortunate that the pair's conversation hadn't gone unnoticed.

It was only mere days before Loki and Keme were viciously dragged from their dens and thrown before Alar and Shen. Hidde and Roan, two assassins from the north flanked them, teeth flashing dangerously. The Alpha threatened Loki to reveal the name of the Rebellion leader, but the Lead's jaws were sealed. He could not betray Nyru, not now. Nothing but Vale mattered, and the only way they would prevail was if she made it to Aryn. His well-being was insignificant in the great scheme of things. Instead, Loki proclaimed himself the leader, lunging at Alar with unfathomable fury. Fortunately for the snake, Hidde was quick to pin him. Weakened from lack of nourishment and shaking with anger, the Lead was quickly subdued, held to the ground by an iron force.

Understanding he would get nothing from the Lead's lips, Alar turned his attentions to Keme. Roan was quick to follow his leader's command, proceeding to torture the petite female in an attempt to get the information they craved. Watching on his horror, Loki writhed, desperate to defend his mate. But it was useless. She fought bravely, but a final vicious blow to her jaw ended it. The female fixed him with a sorrowful gaze before surrendering, eyes closing.

He felt numb as they dragged the pair away, throwing them into a den and pitching a guard out front. Loki didn't have the strength to fight. The names and faces of all those he had lost flashed violently, and he felt the air begin to escape his lungs. The dark dreams and taunts from Roan's lips pulled him under.

*He was drowning.*

The days blurred. His sanity cracked. Keme's harsh breaths were a constant reminder of his failures. His promises to protect her and the other's had become violent taunts, dragging him from sleep and burning in his brain. She was supposed to have died, but Alar had thought better of it, deciding it would be far more amusing to let her suffer. And so Loki was forced to lay there in the darkness, helpless, as his mate lay dying.

He couldn't remember why Reyna came, mind a haze. But she came nonetheless, whispering sympathies and working tirelessly at his mate's wounds. She bound them, returning regularly to check on her well-being. He simply lay and watched, whispering his thanks but internally void. It was all his fault, and the prospect of looking into Keme's eyes again tortured him so. For how could she love the wolf who had brought such hell upon her? If it weren't for him, she would be safe among friends. Away from his hell. He couldn't face her. He couldn't apologize, for no words would explain the depth of his sorrow. His *grief.*

But an idea sparked in his burning mind. Calling Reyna to his side one evening, the Lead spoke quickly to her. She must go to Fellfang. She must inform them of the danger. They needed to get Keme out of here.

He was unsure as to how much time had passed. But the wolves came, silent as the breeze. Strong and fleet-footed, the Fellfang soldiers were quick to subdue the guard and whisk Keme from her quarters. Loki locked gazes with a familiar face. Baely. A mixture of resentment and guilt burned in his stomach. The Fellfang Vanguard had been a close friend of Keme's, back when she ran with another pack. More-so than a friend. His mate had admitted that to him. *She loved another.* They watched each other for a moment, tension cracking in the air. *What Baely must think of me.* He surely blamed him. How could he not? But as much as he wished to hate him, Loki simply couldn't. For, ultimately, it was them who saved her life.

Time seemed to float past. His fur hung loosely from his emaciated body, and the air stunk with decay. Loki barely ate, barely registered the passing of the seasons. Eventually, Nyru returned, but with dreaded news. No one was coming. Vale was on its own. After some soft discussions with his Valerian siblings Quinn and Kyros and Nyru, the rebels finally gathered their bearings and prepared for a final push to re-claim their homeland. Despite the months of starvation and grief, the wolves of Vale had endured this pain long enough.

*It was time to do or die.*

Finally, the day of the battle dawned and the plan launched into play. Loki was freed from his prison by a posing Black Watch member, Kimber. At that moment, the Valerians attacked, led by their Betas and fueled by fury. The first clash was violent and relentless, fur flying and the air thick with howls for blood. Loki managed to track down the devil himself in the midst of the chaos. *Roan*. He wasted no time attacking, and the two locked in a vicious dance. As the war progressed, Vale's forces began to dwindle. Loki watched as Vektren reinforcements joined the ranks, pushing back with a fresh fury. Wolves began to drop, including their Beta Notah, felled by a Vektren enforcer.

But hope was not lost.

Heroic howls filled the air, and Nyru arrived, surrounded by Havirian refugees led by an angel.

*Faust!*

Their Astir had survived, and thrived! Returning with a vengeance, fresh-faced warriors hard on his heels. Their return breathed new life, and the rebels fought back once more. Adrenaline coursed like fire through his veins. They finally had something to fight for again. But his jaws yearned for a particular blood. Roan, hindered by a wound on his leg, fled the scene at the sight of Havir. He knew they had lost. But Loki was far from finished. Haring after the maroon assassin, the Lead caught him quickly. The need for revenge hardened his heart. The battle was brief, but violent; in the end, Roan fell dead.

*It was done.*

Faust's return brought great joy to the remaining Valerians, their hope finally replenished. The Astir quickly assumed his place at the head of the pack, driving out Renier's forces, including his wayward daughter. Faust brought with him the Havirians, driven from their home by a burning stone from the sky that had killed their Alpha in the process. A pale she-wolf, Ira, led by his side, giving birth to the royal litter only a few short days later. Ira's brood brought a fresh wave of peace over the pack as they began the slow process of rebuilding. Loki made a point of introducing himself to the Elska, taking a deep interest in her past and culture. Havir had always been a fascinating tale, Faust's roots, and in many ways a sister pack to the Vale. Its destruction was certainly sad news to bare. But the war was over. That's all that mattered.

As the days turned to weeks and the seasons began to shift once more, Loki grew restless. His strength returned with the prey, and his promotion to Beta re-kindled his ties to the pack; those that had been lost during his days of imprisonment. Faust seemed content, his children growing swiftly and the pack was healthy. But the Beta's paws ached to see his mate. To know that she had returned to her homeland safely. Whilst he was on a patrol, the dark Beta came across a painfully familiar face, his eyes searching. *Cody.* The brother's embraced, and confided in one another. Loki spoke of his need to search for Keme, and at his brother's encouragement, made up his mind. Finally confiding in his Alpha, Loki asked for permission to leave the Vale in order to search for her. Fellfang had been relocated just north of their location and couldn't have been more than a few days journey, and with winter well on it's way, Loki didn't wish to put off the trek any longer. With Faust's permission, he set off, reaching the Fellfang border without a hitch. However he did not expect the face that met him.

Baely.

The vanguard eyed him with understandable wariness, his pack unaware of Faust's miraculous return to the throne. Loki didn't need to explain his intentions to the Fellfang soldier. He knew. It was clear by the contempt in his gaze. Breathing deep, Loki explained the events of Vale's victory briefly and asked for passage to his camp. Understanding that it was vital Fable heard the news, Baely conformed. Little effort was made conversation wise in the first few legs, but eventually the ice was broken. Loki voiced that he understood the Vanguard's resentments towards him. But Baely was quick to implore forgiveness on his own part. Realizing that the dislike that bred between them had been nothing but petty jealousy, the two set their pasts aside and instead cast their attentions to the future. They were both, after all, loyal protectors of their packs. Perhaps one day they could encourage diplomacy? Only time would tell.

However, as they reached Fellfang, they were hit with shattering news. Keme was gone. Dead, perhaps, they did not know. All that *was* known was that she had vanished, scent and trail void, as though she had been plucked from existence. Quick to join the search patrols, both himself and Baely looked tirelessly, but gave up after a few days with no trace. A hollowness grew in the Beta's stomach. *He had left her.* Perhaps he should have seen this coming...Surely she would not wish to return with him. Not after all that had happened, but still, to abandon her pack? Her friends and family? It was so jarringly out of character. Baely shared in his distress, dumbfounded that she would leave so carelessly, with no apparent thought to the should she wounded in the process. Understanding there was nothing more for him here, Loki bid the Vanguard farewell, genuinely hoping that they would meet again someday. But despite the budding friendship, his heart was numb as he made the long trip back to Vale.

It took many months for the Beta to comprehend her disappearance. He even made a deal with a shrewd Vektreni whom he had encountered during Vale's Dark Ages. Every cell in his body screamed for him to desist, but the ache to find his mate called stronger. Besides, Jerikoh had been of pleasant company, surprisingly, and took the challenge on without hesitation. Loki couldn't say it shocked him when the red-eyed Scythe returned with nothing. He was somewhat thankful. He could have come back with a body. The thought made the Beta shudder. It was at that moment he accepted the truth.

*I'll never see her again.*

Winter came and went, spring touching the lands once more. Faust's children had aged to juveniles, their curiosity often leading them into mischief. Loki took a particular interest in their eldest daughter, Charlotte. The young female was very much like her mother, cool and refined, but with a fire in her eyes. She took the task of Sentinel and requested for Loki to teach her, which he agreed wholeheartedly. She was a flawless student, quick to learn and determined. He greatly admired her strength and willpower, knowing full well what a formidable Sentinel she would become.

As the youngsters bloomed into young adults, spurring on with independence, Loki was suddenly approached by their parents. Faust and Ira requested a private word, to which he conformed. Listening intently, the Beta was shocked by the news they bore. The Elska had received a message, she thought to be from the Havirian gods, calling her back to her birth-land. The summoning was not something to be ignored, and despite the territory being nothing was a wasteland now, the determination in her eyes revoked any objection.

Confused, Loki asked why this matter concerned him. He was shaken to hear that Faust intended to leave with her, and was assigning *him* to lead the pack in his absence. From the weight in his Astir's voice, Loki could only assume the permanency of their voyage. He was not as hesitant to share his qualms, explaining that the pack would be distressed at another change in leadership. How could they expect a solid foundation for their home if their Alpha's continued to flee? But Faust's eyes were adamant. He explained his time to rule had come to a close. This was not the same Vale he had formed, but something *more.* The pack had come far since its birth, and he had confidence that this change would not be enough to shake it.

With a defeated sigh, Loki accepted his friend's mind's were not to be wavered. He simply offered them a final vow.

*I'll keep them safe. All of them, you have my word.*

MORE LOKIS STORY IS MASSIVE.

## Trivia

* Contrary to popular belief, Loki does have an exuberant side that often shows it's face when he is with the youth of the pack. He thoroughly enjoys spending time with the youngsters, and feels somewhat refreshed in their company.
* He is highly suspicious of anyone outside of his family group; adopting Vale's exclusiveness wholeheartedly. He thinks like a soldier, putting the safety of the pack before anything else.
* His first and last commitment is to Vale, and every decision he makes is relative to the packs well-being. He views his pack-mates as his kin and his beta's as his brothers and sisters. Every word and opinion is vital to the functioning of the pack.
* He is somewhat curious about Highvalley and their culture, although knows too little as of late to form a formal opinion.
* He *despises* Vektren and ensures all his pack-mates steer clear of their borders. Never poke a hornet's nest.
* The majority of his scars (muzzle, upper throat, ankle, and back) were received fighting Roan, while the scar on his lower stomach and the left side of his body were received from Hekate. His shoulder scar was obtained a long time ago by an unknown wolf.
* Loki was the **Fall 2016 Character of the Season!**

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