[Approved] Fenrir & Amaterasu | Half-Elf | Oracle

Fenrir was a nameless child born in a small nameless hamlet, people lived out simple lives and didn't have much in the way of luxury. One small luxury that his father had for himself was a humble book collection. His mother and father were simple, being a carpenter and a housewife respectively. He would often sit upon his father's lap as a child to have various tales of great historical conflict and small unfulfilled romance. Until a day when as with many small helpless settlements, bandits attacked. His life was torn apart in mere minutes. His father struck down in front of him trying to talk down the assailants, his mother managing to steal him away to the nearby woods only to be struck by an arrow in the escape. He swallowed back his fear and tears and continued to run deeper and deeper into the woods. He had no idea where he was going, he had never left his small bubble in the world but now the bubble was popped and he was left in a maelstrom. The boy wandered through the woods for days, perhaps in circles, hiding in hollowed trees and in the covered brush. Eventually one day he couldn't walk anymore, with exhaustion and starvation wreaking havoc on his fragile body, he collapsed. But by some small miracle was happened upon by a group of wolves and not seen as prey, but fed a fresh kill and brought into the pack. The boy grew with the wolves, learning to hunt with them among nature. Years went by and the boy started to forget himself, his name, his mother, his father and the tales he enjoyed as a boy. Yet more years passed and nightmares started to come back to him, but with less details. His parents faces were blurs, but not the bandits who's faces were vividly clear and when he woke there wasn't sadness, but rage. He had gathered a specialized understanding of the woods he had been occupying the last 6 years of his life and went to find his old hamlet, perhaps he could find a trail by some miracle maybe they left something behind. He prayed that night to the moon which had guided him on his hunts and kept him healthy and ran with his pack through the trees. Arriving at his old home to see that it was still there, and people were living there, peering through a window he recognized one of the people inside as one of the bandits. Realizing that they had chosen to settle here after their crimes only served to amplify his rage. With a wolven howl the boy leaped through the window and tore the man's throat out in front of his family. After a vicious hunt through his old home, he went to read from his father's study which was thankfully well kept by his murderers. There he read his favorite story as a child about a great wolf named Fenrir.