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A Tyrant's Undoing

Name: Kolgrin, or just "Kol"
Age: 9
Gender: Male
Race: Northwolf, a subspecies of vargr known for their intelligence and size.

Personality: Kolgrin has been a loyal servant of the king's guardsmen for most of his life. He is brave hearted, intelligent, determined, and kind. Although he didn't always get along with the king's men, he was loyal to them regardless because that was his duty. However, with the recent strife within the kingdom, the great wolf had to pick a side. He chose the side that had always been kinder to him: the princess.

Appearance: Kolgrin is pretty intimidating upon first seeing him. He is of a rarer breed of vargr, known for its size. As an adult, Kolgrin has reached his peak size at around the height and weight of a horse. He is covered in thick, black fur and has golden eyes. Aside from his size, he appears as a regular wolf.

History: Kolgrin was gifted to the king as a pup, from a far off northern nation as part of a peace offering. The king didn't have much use to the overgrown hound, and so he was passed off to the princess to be taken care off. In his youth, Kolgrin was very playful. He enjoyed the company of the princess as they played together.

But as Kolgrin grew, he became more of a handful than an overgrown housepet. When he was three, he was almost fully grown. He was passed off to the king's army to serve as a mount and a war beast. Kolgrin was a good asset to the guard, if only because he still technically served under the princess. However, upon hearing the news of the queen's death and the hunt for the princess, Kolgrin knew he could no longer serve the king.

Given his keen sense of smell, Kolgrin was the first tool to be used in the hunt for the princess. He was sent out with a large patrol to track the girl and her keeper down. However, Kolgrin purposely led the party astray, then turned on them. He slayed his own rider and a good portion of the hunting party before he ran off to lick his wounds. He then began his true search for the princess, hoping to find her to assist her in her escape from the king.

A Tyrant's Undoing

Name: Kolgrin, or just "Kol"
Age: 9
Gender: Male
Race: Northwolf, a subspecies of vargr known for their intelligence and size.

Personality: Kolgrin has been a loyal servant of the king's guardsmen for most of his life. He is brave hearted, intelligent, determined, and kind. Although he didn't always get along with the king's men, he was loyal to them regardless because that was his duty. However, with the recent strife within the kingdom, the great wolf had to pick a side. He chose the side that had always been kinder to him: the princess.

Appearance: Kolgrin is pretty intimidating upon first seeing him. He is of a rarer breed of vargr, known for its size. As an adult, Kolgrin has reached his peak size at around the height and weight of a horse. He is covered in thick, black fur and has golden eyes. Aside from his size, he appears as a regular wolf.

History: Kolgrin was gifted to the king as a pup, from a far off northern nation as part of a peace offering. The king didn't have much use to the overgrown hound, and so he was passed off to the princess to be taken care off. In his youth, Kolgrin was very playful. He enjoyed the company of the princess as they played together.

But as Kolgrin grew, he became more of a handful than an overgrown housepet. When he was three, he was almost fully grown. He was passed off to the king's army to serve as a mount and a war beast. Kolgrin was a good asset to the guard, if only because he still technically served under the princess. However, upon hearing the news of the queen's death and the hunt for the princess, Kolgrin knew he could no longer serve the king.

Given his keen sense of smell, Kolgrin was the first tool to be used in the hunt for the princess. He was sent out with a large patrol to track the girl and her keeper down. However, Kolgrin purposely led the party astray, then turned on them. He slayed his own rider and a good portion of the hunting party before he ran off to lick his wounds. He then began his true search for the princess, hoping to find her to assist her in her escape from the king.

[OOC] New World Survival RP

Sasha drifted in and out of consciousness that night. He was cold and pale like death. The few moments that he spent awake, he tried to draw close to the warm body beside him, desperate for heat. Even when the sun rose, he continued to shiver and tremble.

It was decided that he couldn't be moved. Any time he tried to roll or moved wrong, the wound would crack open and begin to ooze blood and pus. He was too big to be carried, and now too fragile to risk. So a shelter was built around him, big enough to fit the small group at night to sleep.

The second night was spent huddling close to anyone near him. He was still so cold. But by morning, his skin was starting to sweat. The fever started off minor. He could be washed down with cool water every now and then to keep it down, but as the days passed, it only got worse.

By night three, his fever had peaked. He vomited anything given to him, be it food or water. It wasn't long before dehydration set in, and he grew weak. It was briefly discussed among the group if trying to save him was worth the waste of resources. At the time, it didn't seem likely that he would make it.

Delirium set in somewhere around that time. Any time he was awake was spent mumbling to himself in Russian. He wouldn't respond to words spoken in English. The fever dreams were the worst; his whimpers and soft cries would keep the others awake at night. What he thought he was seeing could only be guessed at.

By day five, the fever finally broke. Sasha's body cooled down, and he slowly regained his mental clarity. However, the last four days without food or water staying in his stomach had made him very weak. He could barely speak, and he had to be helped to roll onto his side to eat or drink. His diet consisted solely of water and mushed up berries and fruit. Anything else was too hard to stomach.

His weight loss was worrisome. Going from a diet of around 4000 calories to barely 500 had forced his body to waste away. About half of what he was given actually stayed down, and the other half was heaved back up. As weak as he was, he was helpless to offer any help to clean himself or the shelter floor up.

By day seven, he could finally hold down food again. It was decided that it was best to give him small portions about every two hours. Sasha was still weak, but he was slowly regaining a bit of strength. He could just about sit up on his own to feed himself.

Over the course of the next seven days, Sasha finally grew strong enough to shuffle around the camp and do minor tasks. Being able to finally wash himself on his own was the first thing he tested.

He looked like a completely different person, having lost almost 60 pounds. It looked pretty awful. The scar on his side had slowly healed, but any time he strained himself, it threatened to tear open and begin to bleed again. It usually bled slowly, but it was persistent enough to be bothersome when he was already so drained.

Sasha kept himself busy with some wood he found and a stone knife. He whittled the wood down into the vague shape of a shoe sole, stopping often to resharpen the knife. The shoes he appeared to be making were far too small for himself. The task of whittling them down into what should be a comfortable form took him the better part of three days in between rest. He was still weakened from his injury and illness, so he slept several more hours than usual.

After he finished four of the wooden soles, Sasha began to poke around in the scrap leather for something he could use as sandal straps.

[OOC] New World Survival RP

So when do we start posting again?

[OOC] New World Survival RP

So is there actually any planning going on or are we just waiting?

[OOC] New World Survival RP

I don't particularly like using outside sources for my RPs.

[OOC] New World Survival RP

Maybe this would be a good time for Sasha to start actually getting attached to people within the group. His guard would be let down and he'd be forced to rely on others to survive for a change. Whoever the people are that help take care of him the most would be the ones he would grow closest to.

[OOC] New World Survival RP

Sasha bit back to cries of pain that desperately wanted out. He clenched his teeth together to quiet himself as best he could. They couldn't afford getting the attention of more predators. When the rock was pulled away, and the wound was mostly sealed, the nasty burn left behind was sizable. It looked quite a bit like the massive scarring on his back.

Sasha resigned himself to laying still on the ground, to weak to get up, and hurting too bad to move. The smaller wounds across his chest still oozed slowly, and the drying blood was starting to flake off.

[OOC] New World Survival RP

"You need to seal it first," Sasha said, his voice much softer than ever before. "Use a hot rock to burn it shut." That was about all he could manage. The rock, unlike the stick, wouldn't leave debris inside the wound. And cauterizing it was their best bet to get the heavy bleeding to stop.

Sasha winced when one of the new woman came over her help. Her hands replaced his to hold pressure on his wound, letting Sasha's finally fall to ground in front of him.

[OOC] New World Survival RP

Sasha slowly sunk from sitting to laying. His already pale skin was even paler, and his whole body was beginning to tremble. He was cold to the touch, but it was hard to tell if that was left over from the chilliness of the night, or from the blood loss. Probably both.

As precious seconds ticked by, he seemed to be slowly losing his connection to the living world. He felt like he was drifting, like a tiny raft in the sea, and it kind of made him want to hurl.