Kronos Family/Fenrir

A Stray

Fenrir born and raised in ASI, learned his way to fight just by the nature of his surroundings, he also acquired a great taste for hard liquors, something he defintly picked up in ASI. All thought he was a profecent fighter he was not as good as his cousins Peleus and Beowulf. He had a real appreciation for the simple things in life and thought of war and battle as "Things better avoided then delt with". He was much more powerful with his words and could persuade anyone. He was quite far from his cousin and occasionally wrote letters, and saw them on special events but very rarely. He and Peleus always seemed to bond better then he did with Beowulf (I think it was Beowulf's age).

Take to Arms

Fenrir always seemed to be more of a pacifist then the other's, until the dreadful day when Fenrir heard of the death of his beloved cousin. He was infuriated, with this he changed he was not the peace loving Fenrir he used to be he craved war and vengence. He immetaily left ASI and headed to his family origin, the South East Island. He joined the new realm of Toren in hope he would find the one who killed his cousin. He was able to earn himself a Lordship in the great lands of Toren and was proudly Knighted the Count of Neralle...only one region east of his origin Segglin. Fenrir trained and trained preparing himself, for the time when he finally me his adversary.

Help in Vengence

In the snowy mountains of Toren Fenrir and his men incountered an unlikly occurrence. Here is that epic story: While Fenrir was making his way through the rigorous snowy conditions of the Toren mountains, he senses he is being watched. He and his men slowly but surely make there way through the deadly cliffs…but Fenrir still feels the presence of someone else not far behind. After many miles of travel Fenrir tells his men to set up camp and call it a day. As everyone is setting up camp Fenrir travels high into the mountains trying to find this presence. As the frosty bite finally gets to him he hears movement behind him, to the side, in front of him…it seems to swiftly move around almost surrounding him. Fenrir draws his sword and prepares himself for battle. As he slowly and cautiously moves forward the sun begins to set and night covers the sky. Fenrir decides to call it a day and makes his way back to camp…when he is greeted by two red eyes staring at him then lunging at him…in the blink of an eye Fenrir is pinned to the ground with two massive paws holding him down and a set of pearly white teeth ripping at his flesh…he quickly kicks the beast off and charges at it with his sword…but again he is pinned but this time by his throat in his only attempt to live he spears his sword threw the beasts stomach…the beast jumps off Fenrir and attempts to run away but has not the energy or the ability and smashes to the ground…the beast and Fenrir both exhausted and unable to move lay in a pool of their own blood clinging to any hope of survival. Hours later as the light from above begins to shine Fenrir awakens, still unable to breath properly looks to see the beast that he has fought was a snow leopard…an oddly large snow leopard at that…Fenrir also notices that it is still breathing…but seems to be in critical condition much like him self…in an ignorant attempt to truly see his opponent Fenrir drags his lifeless body to the leopard and looks deep in its eyes…the fierce and death hungry eyes are now humble and helpless eyes, almost knowing the end is near. The leopard looks into Fenrir’s eyes and sees the same fate that has been bestowed upon itself…and unconsciously they both spiritually form a pact…soon there after a group of Fenrir’s men come running after him…very nervously they approach him Lieutenant: “Sir Fenrir your throat, what…what happened…you must see a healer immediately!” One of Fenrir’s men: “Oh my god this is a snow leopard quickly kill it before it recovers” quickly draws his sword and raises it above his head Fenrir: very hoarse and barley speaking “Nooo, ~cough cough~ the leopards lives no matter what” Lieutenant: “Quickly men if we don’t stop the bleeding soon Fenrir won’t make it…and you heard the man the leopard lives…you there, boy heal the leopard he is your responsibility now” The boy very slowly and scared to death tries to sew the leopard’s wound…it tries to resist but he has no energy to do so…after the leopard and Fenrir are healed they both are taken to the camp by stretchers and their wounds are further treated…after a few shots of rum and a quick shot of whiskey Fenrir is almost to perfect condition (not including the giant stitches on his throat) he goes into the tent where the leopard is being treated and walks in on 4 of his men trying to hold the leopard down while they take out the stitches…Fenrir runs over and quickly pets him on the head, the growling and swatting of his massive paws stops, the men take the stitches out with ease…and soon leave…while Fenrir is petting his head Fenrir: “Hmmm…hmmm…Joe…no…Bob…no ~he growls ferociously~…John…no…ahhh ha…Haru…yes…Haru prrrrrs Fenrir: “Perfect! You shall now be known as Haru”