Mo Mowgli

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Character Back Story
The name I was born with has long been lost with time. I was born among a forest-dwelling group of elves in a land far to the south of Templehelm, though names and faces are lost to me. I am told that I was to be the Princess of our land, but shortly after I was born my home came under attack by a demon, every last one of my family either killed or kidnapped. Fortunately, I was spared. My mother had hidden me among the roots of the largest tree in our territory in a desperate attempt to save me from harm.

Shortly after the attack I was found by an abnormally large, white she-wolf. Her name was Makoce and she had lost one of her newborn pups in the demon attack. She eagerly took me in as one of her own, despair from losing her young one still fresh in her heart. I became the fourth of her cubs. I was given the name Mowgli, named after a young man-cub from a story passed down through many generations of wolves. I had a sister who went by Kiyiya, and two brothers by the names of Lowe and Bjomolf. When the time comes I shall write more of my siblings and the adventures I shared with my pack. I spend many, many years among these wolves, eventually seeing each one meet their end. I spent centuries living among the pack, outliving each new generation. I cannot say how many moons I spent in that forest, nor even how long ago I was born. I had been taught the ways of the wolf; to never look back, only forward.

One day, as I was out hunting in the forest, something caught my attention. It was a creature I had never seen before. It was definitely no wolf, or deer, or even a bird. It stood on two feet, as I did. It wore clothes made from the pelts of many creatures covering most of its skin. I could tell from it's build and deeply toned voice that it must've been a male. At first glance I thought I had found my people at long last. The wind shifted in my favor and I noted that he did not have the musky, forest smell that I did. He smelled of fire and the tang of what I could come to discover was called metal. It became clear to me that this man was no elf. I watched as he wreaked havoc on my forest, tearing down trees and slaughtering any forest creature that crossed his path. As I turned back in horror, determined to warn my pack, I ran straight into an ambush. There had been more of the strange two-legs watching me from behind. Even my elfish nimbleness was not able to save me. They took me back to a gigantic, wooden den that floated on water (I later learned that this was what humans called a 'boat') and locked me in a dark, murky pen under the main floor. I was trapped on that boat for many moons, held prisoner by these creatures called 'humans'. They fed me the bare minimum they could to keep me alive, and spared me no comfort from the cold, wet prison. I was to be given to their leader to be kept as a pet, in return for a hefty reward.

Needless to say, the rage I felt after uncovering what they had planned for me was unmatched. As soon as the boat docked in a land they called Templehelm I broke free of my captors and ran far and fast, not stopping til I was among the trees once more. I spent countless moons wandering the forest alone, steering clear of any human villages. I finally found refuge in a jungle far to the east of where I escaped from. I made this jungle my home, starting a pack of my own from a few wolves I found in the area. I live there to this day.

(note: this is a much watered down, rough draft of my story. More will be coming soon)