Kodiak

Bellflower (Sister)

Ivy (Sister, NPC)

Stag (Brother, NPC)

## Application Sheet

Kodiak was a creamy-brown wolf with periwinkle-blue eyes. He was born outside of the Domain, alongside a sister, Bellflower, who he is estranged from. He arrived and joined the pack of Mhor, where his story is just beginning. Kodiak was created and RP'd by HighCaliberStupidity.

## Personality

Kodiak has always been known for being a kind, polite wolf. The type of wolf to hold back a thorn branch so his packmate can pass through without being raked, or clearing pathways through a snowy densite for those too old to deal with the deep snows. In addition to his polite nature, Kodiak has always been revered for his level-headed attitude. The only time he ever seemed to lose his temper was in the deepest throes of battle, losing himself to bloodlust and pain.

Often seen as a warm, enjoyable wolf to be around, Kodi is also a natural flirt. Often he does it without even realizing it, sweet words and soft eyes always buttering up those around him. It doesn’t help that he’s oblivious to both his own, and others' advances (and other emotions at times, he’s not great at reading them). He often blunders over his own paws at being unable to read a room, having put his foot in his mouth on more than one occasion. Despite this… He keeps opening it, often talking himself right into a corner.

Despite how far he’s come and how far he’s pushed himself to be better, at his core, Kodiak hates himself. His paws are stained with the blood of many, and the days of his ruthless acts against others will never be forgotten. This causes him to often put himself down, sabotaging himself when it comes to friendships, help, and even basic kindness. Despite his often warm disposition, he’s hard to be friends with because of the distance he tries to keep. He’d rather sacrifice his own happiness than risk dragging another into his darkness.

## Pre-Group History

Kodiak always knew he wasn’t the same as the others, from the inside to the outside. Born to warm parents, Kodiak found himself the strongest of his siblings, a sickly pair they made. Ivy lived long enough to be named, only a few days old when she slipped away.

Lynx, however, would grow beside his brother, watch as Kodiak adapted, trained, and found himself like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Even from his earliest days, he was certain of one thing. He was no flower, not some dainty thing in need of protection. Perhaps it was this stalwart confidence that caused him no rebuttals when he finally came out.

It was a warm, bright day when his pack and family accepted him for what he really was, accepted him as Kodiak, a protector to their ways, a set of sharp claws and gnashing teeth to tear down their enemies. Kodiak stepped into the role happily, and when the day finally came that he would have to prove himself worthy to his pack, he held nothing back. He came home with his head held high in victory, a single, tiny wound adorning his cheek that would later scar over, a permanent reminder to always mind himself, to always be the better combatant.

Raised on ideals of honor through bloodshed, Kodiak was more than happy to bathe himself in it for the glowing approvals it earned him.

TW - Graphic Character Death

That glowing warmth deadened the blow of his brother's death.

Lynx hadn’t been strong enough, the wolf that had accompanied him dragged back a ragged corpse, mangled and nearly unrecognizable. Kodiak mourned. He and Lynx had never gotten along, the weaker sibling forced to live in the towering shadow of Kodiak’s achievements.

Still, Lynx was his brother, and he was gone.

TW End

To make up for the loss of a Fauna, Kodiak pushed himself even harder. He raided and pillaged, he tasted more blood than any young wolf ever should, so much in fact, that the taste of wolf blood became more familiar to him than that of prey.  The life his pack had carved for themselves was not a kind one, and Kodiak lost a part of himself to it, falling into the haze of battle, losing himself in the bloodlust.

He craved war and willingly drank it down like the finest of spring water. He was nothing but a warrior, a tool and he refused to break.

Then a second litter was born.

One perfect son wasn’t enough, no, they had to try their luck again. Kodiak didn’t mind, these little balls of fur were so small and weak, so breakable, just like Lynx. This time he tried to bond, reaching out, and while he never found anything to really connect with Bellflower over much, he did manage to connect with Stag.

Taking his little brother under his wing, he thought he could teach him best, that Stag could be just like him. Kodiak would never admit aloud, that he felt he owed something to Stag, to prepare him better than he had Lynx. To care more, to try harder.

But it wasn’t meant to be.

TW - Graphic Character Death

Kodiak was selected to go with Stag, to track down a rival and come back wearing their blood, as was the rite of passage all young Fauna must undergo.

They found a pair of young wolves, not much older than Stag, and his brave little brother leapt first.

It was a mistake, a grave one.

Kodiak wasn’t fast enough, Stag wasn’t prepared. Kodiak realized he’d failed when he heard his brother scream, pinned with teeth sunk deep into the meat of his neck, claws tearing into the soft flesh of his underbelly. Not for the first time, Kodiak lost himself to the haze.

When his sight returned, he found the broken, tattered remains of the enemy, and beside them, his gutted little brother.

He had failed, again.

TW End

He drags the body of his sibling home, and it’s only then that he sees the cracks forming in the foundation of the life he’d worked so hard to build. Bellflower had gone mad, raving about nightmares, and warnings.

He couldn’t help but scoff just like the others. Wolves didn’t have visions, they weren't omnipotent, wolves were just that, wolves.

Oh how wrong he was.

The enemy came in a tidal wave, and the Fauna could not hold them at bay. Kodiak was permanently marked, scars gouging his face, ripping up the fur along his haunch and shoulder. Permanent reminders of his failure as a Fauna, as a failure to his family.

Wolves die, and when the Fauna finally manage to rally and drive off the assault, left at the center…

Is little Bellflower.

For the first time in his life, Kodiak feels fear. She’d known, predicted, seen, guessed, whatever it was, she’d known. She’d tried to warn them, and they’d all turned a blind eye, and called her mad. He expects the others to turn to her with some sort of reverence, his own ears ready to listen.

TW - Graphic depictions of Abuse

Instead, Bellflower is dragged into the spotlight, fangs and claws seeking her pelt, attacks that break and bruise littering her small body. He thinks he’ll be sick, horrified by the cruelty, by the things said.

But he doesn’t lift a paw to stop them.

He isn’t sure why he didn’t step in. Perhaps it was ingrained loyalty, a good little Fauna following his orders. Perhaps it was fear, cowardice that led him to cower in the back of the crowd. Yet again he would fail a sibling, watching as Bellflower is beaten within an inch of her life, and then discarded like some sort of trash.

It’s mortifying.

It’s eye-opening.

This is how they treat their own, one who’d tried to help. The more he looks back, the more he sees how his little sister had been treated, always discarded, always ignored. He feels sick.

TW End

Suddenly the blood that’s stained his paws for years, doesn’t feel so glorious.

He leaves several days later, unable to take it anymore. His wounds are tended to one last time, and a swift goodbye with no explanation is given to his parents. He doesn’t know what he’ll do, but he knows he cannot stay here.

A faint scent catches in his nose, and he finds himself cutting a path through the forest he once called home. He finds only a long dried puddle of blood, grief, and guilt eating at him as he stands by the place his sister was dumped like a rancid piece of prey. When he tries to follow her scent, it’s old and fading, and eventually… He loses it.

He looks back towards what he’d once called home and finds a gaping wound in his chest. He can’t go back there, he can’t.

So he turns away, and walks.

## Trivia

* Kodi’s favorite scent is lavender, and while he can often be found smelling fairly dark, there's often a hint of lavender in his pelt from where he’s rolled in a patch.
* Kodi doesn’t like to be alone, hence why he found a pack to join. He wants to keep searching, but he’s tired of being alone, and all the signs he’d seen, pointed to Bell’s death. He misses her, but he simply can’t keep searching for a ghost.
* Kodiak is a bit of a flirt, though more often than not, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. He’s never crude about it, often coming off as a gentleman despite this flirtatious side.
* Kodi loves the taste of honey, and has been known to get a sting or two in search of it.
* Kodi will not disclose much of his past if any of it unless it’s a wolf he trusts implicitly. This includes how he got his scars, as the topic of them makes him incredibly uncomfortable.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* HighCaliberStupidity's deviantART Gallery