Maugre

Maugre was a a common raven who served as a lifelong familiar and companion to Paimon of Aryn, with whom his story is ongoing. Maugre was created and RP'd by Phelza.

## Personality

Sarcastic at times,  bright, calm, and concerned. Friendly with others and has very strong morals. He has a deep sense of understanding- especially when it comes to Paimon.

Maugre is a well-rounded character. It is clear he has lived through dark times by his demeanor and the way he approaches things but has been able to move forward and continue his life happy to have survived and accepted his past.

Maugre has lived through his worst days and did his best to turn them around and move forward with his life after trauma. He has put his past behind him and has enjoyed his life to the fullest extent that he could. He's gained a good sense of self and knows what he wants in life. He is fairly wise and level-headed, knowing how to keep himself in balance and deal with difficult things without becoming personally or emotionally involved if it isn't his business. He's always willing to listen to others and their woes and often has good advice to offer them. He has an even temperament and is often a very at peace bird. Maugre is charming and willing to greet others with a smile. His words are benevolent and intricately woven with tones and sentiments of gold from his heart.

But just because he seems put together doesn't mean he always is. There are times when anger and frustration take him over. At times he can find himself being afraid and angry with wolves. He can be mistrusting and skeptical towards some especially if he isn't in a sociable mood or has been having an off day. He can easily hold grudges or practice silent treatment on others. To those, he does not like he will drop rocks and acorns on. He often will find young wolves and drop rocks on them. He will not fly low enough to pluck their fur or harass them because he was afraid of getting caught in their teeth. When Maugre does this he considers himself having given in to his weaker parts. He's never happy about this part of him and it comes out of a very deeply hurt place. But he has accepted that it is a part he can not quite yet let go of. Of course Maugre doesn't share that he feels this way with others because he likes to imagine himself as better than that. He does not want to share his emotions very readily and may have a hard time accepting things.

## Pre-Group History

Maugres story begins like many you may have heard before. He was just an egg. A part of the story never really talked about was how that egg came to be in possession of a wolf. Abbadon, mother to three and leader of a hidden tribe asked kindly of her familiar to retrieve an egg located in the area they had been stalking. The large white vulture obliged her and even agreed that the reason to do so was a good one. She was careful when selecting what local nest to raid and even more cautious when selecting what egg to snatch. She had found the nest of a raven and stolen the healthiest smelling egg. Carefully the egg was delivered to the crimson wolf. The story from there goes as you already know it. The egg hatched in the nest of the mean white turkey vulture. She however was a good mother. As good as any bird. But she wasn't the only visitor to the nest. A young wolf by the name of Paimon visited the nest almost daily, suffering a peck to the nose every time he did so, to talk to the egg and eventually the young bird that came from it. Maugre was raised alongside the wolves and despite what normal birds did, even at a young age he went along with Paimon to speak and play together. His young wolf friend was so gentle and full of excitement for life on many days. The white vulture watched them closely as she was often tasked to do. But more so, she was looking out for the young Maugre. Despite her reservations about the young Paimon, she believed that the two were a good pair together. Ravens tended to grow a little faster than wolves, and Maugre was no expectation. He was able to keep up with Paimon well and spent his days racing Paimon, slowly gaining a more complex flight ability as they grew. Maugre loved to flip rocks with Paimon to look for bugs and they laughed while slinging mud at other children.

The good ole days when things were going well... were fleet.

Paimon's brothers wanted him back. They wanted Paimon to be theirs again. Or perhaps they were jealous that they love stingy mother had given Paimon, the social outcast, a gift. Whatever it was. The results did not bode well for the raven. Maugre had met the brothers before and had played with them a few times before. But he didn't feel like he fit in with the puppies. He was skeptical and unsure when Valek asked him down from his perch in order to flip rocks together and get to know eachother better. The raven at first was happy to be included and accepted, playing a game with Valek that was his speed was nice. But it was soon apparent what a mistake trusting the young wolf would be.

Maugre was snapped up into the puppy's teeth.

When the event came to an end, the raven was left with minor scrapes and bruises, except for the deeper wounds across his beak and face. The shock and terror in him were however the most damaging. He was lucky to have escaped with both his legs and his wings intact.

After the attack, he spent time alone with Poltergeist in her nest. He seldom ate and was often sleeping away his problems. Poltergeist was a much better mother than Abbadon could have ever been. The raven was safe with her. She made sure to provide the raven with the things he needed to recover as best she could.

But the raven could simply no longer live a life in Arachnise around cruel creatures such as Valek. Reluctantly, Paimon agreed with Poltergeist and bid a final goodbye to the raven as he was sent away with an old, tattered, loner with birds of all sizes along their back. At least then he could see all sorts of new faces and learn from other birds, not just the local familiars.

The traveling feathered wolf, was an old creature with mattered, dingy fur that almost always looked wet. She was a specialist with the avian creatures and wore many feathers along her frame from the birds she had raised and treated during their time together. With her, Maugre healed both psychically and mentally. But his scars would always remain. He spent a long time with her being able to listen to the wisdom of a creature who had lived twice the lives that most creatures did. It was a rough adjustment at times, Maugre missed his friend but the wolf soothed him and eased his burdens. In time, Maugre left his own feathers behind in the wolf's mane as he took off on his own journey. One for the birds.

He spent his time enjoying the presence of other birds and following wolves, bears, and cougars for a good satisfying meal.

As the years went by, he followed the pattern of other birds and learned well from them. He managed to make many friends and enemies along his way, although he does not like to think of himself as having enemies, sometimes it is hard to avoid making contact with those you disagree with. But for Maugre, it was easy for him to let them be the way they chose towards him and keep moving forward.

And move forward he did. All the way until he found his way close to Aryn, following the crows and ravens towards the mess of carcasses and the stench of death. Maugre found himself staring at a young wolf who had stared back He spoke to her until he decided it was safe enough to enjoy the meal he had found. As they spoke to each other, a bark came from the woods and his eyes fell on the face of a wolf he had known a long time ago. Although his face had changed and shifted. Maugre knew...that was his friend.

## Trivia

* His scars are from the attack by Paimon's brothers.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* Phelza's deviantART Gallery