[open] Are you the Destroyer? [Any]

[Crevan]

Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow

CREVAN

Pack calls to pack. If the new King of Sylva had opened a jaw of teeth and sang the cry of his ancestors, perhaps Crevan’s interest might have been piqued enough to show face (or muzzle, as was the usual case with him.) But no such cry had come and so the tawny-coated wolf shifter had not only chosen to forgo the meeting altogether, but in fact had also deemed it useless enough to send him far outside those red-gold borders in search of other, more entertaining matters.

Of course, Merida had always been quite apt in the way of keeping him happy. Whether she was underpaw or gnawing away at a shared kill, the fiery vixen had been every ounce the agreeable packmate he always knew she’d turn out to be. The fact that she wasn’t wolf hardly seemed to bother him anymore; she’d shown him well enough a time or two just how well she could keep him in line and on his toes. Soon enough, her company had soothed the bitter ache of losing his den mother and Crevan had fallen right back into the place he had once fit so well: as flank in an established unit, with Merida as the point.

But today he’s on his own. Wherever she’d gotten off to, Merida hadn’t returned and so Crevan uses the free time to slip through the bend and twist of Forest paths, his paws making surprisingly little to no sound for such a behemoth wolf. There have been ghosts and wraiths in this land, and truly he doesn’t consider himself one of them (despite what others claim,) he simply sees himself as a sandy-colored creature that sometimes seems too at odds with the horses here.

No matter; it’d been since childhood that he’d donned the skin of his birth shape, the one his father and mother had given him and the shape he now detests. If the others avoided him because of his predatory nature, so be it. He had no interest in their politics or problems anyways, let them keep their hooves and manes.

He’d always liked his plush fur and sharp fangs better anyways; the right kind of people would too.

OOC: Anyone in general is welcome and, since Crevan isn't as fragile as most ponies, this post is open to those who might want to try out their powers on another character! You have my permission to attack/etc.