Legends of Belariath
Sunder Rage
It is hard to believe, but once this monstrous beast was naught but a simple babe, fresh born from his mother's womb as a slick almost purely ebony bundle of short fur. If it had not been for that almost, his life would have been a tale quite different, for twin lines curved down from his eyes to his chin, as if tears of purest silver had stained their tracts in his fur.
If not for that, his life would have been a thing far different, if not for those twin marks, he could have been the pride of his family in their little clan. Instead, superstition and fear ruled. Tears of the Stars they called the mark. An ill omen indeed about this child. He was marked, and bad tidings would only come from it.
So, instead of a home, a caring family and the firm lessons of tradition and respect, he grew up a pariah, left scraps and taught only the basics, but left to fend for himself. He was ostracized and abused, the target of the haughty cruel children who caught upon their parent's cue that he was as a safe target for their abuse. And through this, he grew, anger bubbling, boiling pulsing through his veins, as he learned to make a life of his own, hunting the old ways, feral and savage. He learned not by careful and patient hand, but out of necessity, driven by hunger and desperation. Instinct and desire melded with an intense drive to live on. They would be shown, they would regret. Upon them, he would visit back the wrongs they had done him... some day.
He fed and clothed himself with what he caught and killed. Tailoring he soon discovered he had a bit of a knack for, and through trial and error, taught himself to craft of clothing and hide. But still, through this he grew.
And grew. He was quick to grow past the rest of the pups his age. Quick to cast a dark feral scowl upon that that would discourage all but the bravest, and in some cases most foolhardy of the pups. The most common and outspoken of his tormentors, the cruelest and most haughty, was the overly cocky daughter of the pack's alpha.
Attractive as she was arrogant, she knew her beauty and flaunted it constantly. Oh how it burned through the dark beast as he could feel it boiling up inside of him, more and more. Darker and darker, the urges churning through him.
Time and time again she mocked him, teased him, did everything short of beating the pariah as he would let the frustration build and build. Biding his time just as he would stalk his prey in the wild. Until finally, it was time to strike.
He kept her for days, caught, trapped, bound tight and ravaged. Raped over and over again, humiliated, demeaned, degraded. Made to cum over and over again in the most degrading of ways. Until finally, she broke, whimpering, wanting.. begging for more, begging and pleading him, clinging to him, wanting him. Good for nothing more than a slave from then on.
When he brought her back, smirking, her body trailing after his, leashed and collared as she dutifully crawled on all fours like a little fuck toy, outrage met him. The girl was quickly confiscated, torn back to her family, despite her desperate, pleading struggles to stay with her, 'Master'. The wolven himself, still unnamed, merely smirked back at the growling anger around him.
The clan itself was divided. Some wanted him punished, though what he'd done was technically no crime. Others wanted even more drastic measures done to him. There were those who said he should just be left be. And then there was the lore keeper, who told them that he could not be punished that way.
So, instead, he was exiled, as the clan he left behind was divided, sundered by rage over his “punishment”. A smirk on his face as he was finally, fully abandoned by his clan, he chose that to be his name. Sunder Rage, the sundering rage that had split his clan twain..
For a time, he made his living, hunting through the wilds, killing what he needed and selling the rest. Bit by bit he began to learn more of his trade, more of the world around him. And in the process bit by bit he got better at his tailoring.
Finally after a great length of traveling, and wandering, he finds himself in Nanthalion... and here, for the moment, he stays.