Cayvear
Legacy Name: Cayvear

Ah, I see you've found your way to here.
Nice to meet you! Please don't bother Farath' mean stare- he's always like that. But as long as you're with me, nothing will happen to you.
Once, long, long ago, I used to be a great warrior- maybe even one of the most greatest. At least, that was what everyone said. I was the guardian of a big pack. Not the leader, though. Even if I could have been. But I never wanted to lead. I'm good at it, if I must, but I choose rather not to if I can get around it.
I was rather the guardian, the strongest wolf of the pack, responsible for the packs safty. My smaller brother led them, but I watched out, so no one got hurt.
I had many fights during my life, but of all of them I came out victorious. My pack grew bigger and stronger and could live in the most vertile land around. Everything seemed just fine and could have gone on forever, but everything changed at that very day...
On the first look, it was a day like all the others too. But since the morning, I had a bad feeling. It was not long, till I knew why: It was the day, I first met Farath.
Farath was a tyrann. He loved- and still loves- to tortue who ever he comes across. He never ever cared for others- they were only there to serve him. Many packs were taken over by Farath' Servants and which each takeover, his power grew. Stronger than all other wolves, he had killed all former pack leaders without any problems. And now only one big pack was left for him to take: Mine. The one I wanted to keep safe. Farath was sure about his victory, since he was the one touched by the Great Wolfgod of War.
But so were I. Not by the Wargod, though. I got my strength from the Wolfgod of Life and the Wolfgoddess of Night and Death. All my life I asked myself why I was blessed, what the reason for my living was. When I set my eyes on Farath, I knew it.It was my destiny to stand up against him, to stop the plans the Wargod tried to fulfill through Farath. Only I had the strenght needed to defeat him and save the wolves from slavery and tyranny.
We fought long and hard. I don't remember, how long exactly, but that doesn't matter any way. I was not able to defeat Farath, nor could he defeat me. We were equal, and that I think was our downfall.
I don't know what happened back then exactly, but both of us, Farath and I, died. We did not kill each other, as one would think. We were not even in touch when it happened. All of the sudden, our souls were dragged into death and our fight ended. We left behind not more than memories. The wolves I knew worshiped me as a hero who saved them all and Farath' servants ran off in all directions of the wind. It was not long, till our story was little more than a tale for the wolves- they forgot about the "little tale for cubs" once being reality. And they forgot about us, Farath and me. Of course, they still remembered our names, since they told the stories about us, but they only saw us as something like half-gods, not as the wolves we used to be. Untill today, they remember the names of Farath and Cayvear, but they don't know anything about either of us. Due to all the tales told, I was narrowed down to a plain hero, known for fighting the evil, not to need food nor water, to be as fast as lightning, as strong as thunder... all that such. I hate this. I mean, I was a wolf, I had feelings, family, fears... Everything it takes to be alive- I never was a super-robot, nor a half-god. But I learned to live with it. Ahm... eh... I mean I learned to be dead with this...
And dead I was. For a very long time. But then, suddenly, I was send back. Back to life, back into reality. So there I was. Here I am. I have no idea why I was given life again, but it must have some purpose, since Farath returned, too.
At first, everything looked like the time we fought each other and died. First I thought our fight was supposed to finally go on, but I was wrong. What looked like the same, is really totally different. Farath still is as evil as he used to be, but we can't fight each other any more. Our souls are bound together, so we have to go the same way. What weakens one of us, weakens the other, too. It's difficult to explain, when you're not in my body and you don't feel the things I feel. It's like Farath and me holding each other in scale. For what and why I don't know... yet.