#kaleoc

After reading @thetravelerwrites stories with Declans Kin I couldnt help but want to make a young one who's had a troubled childhood and wishes to be within a safehouse. So here I introduce Kale a young wolf shifter who was shunned from their pack after their father's betrayal. They're only 10 and were left to fend for themselves within the woods. I might make a big post with all written info on them because I tend to go in depth with words and I dont want to make this post too long. I appreciate the chance to be able to even make the Kale within that universe. An I cant wait to see more stories within the Shelter Forest universe I do truly enjoy those the most 💗💗💗 Please keep up the good work, an stay healthy with amazing days to come!!!

I found him in the sands. Shattered. Blood everywhere. Terror gripped me. I can't describe what I felt, only that I dragged his broken body to be healed once more. The man was irate; it took everything in me not to panic. He refused to tell me what had happened, only that he'd been attacked. He flew off, angry and blustered, and I chose not to follow. He can only mean N'Zoth attacked him, and I have to admit I don't see a fault in that logic. The Old God would have his revenge. I will leave him alone, for now. I have plenty to keep me occupied in the meantime.

The scars stood out on his back; pale lines that ran in paralell tracks down lengths of rigid muscle, crossing his spine, and ending towards his ribs. They were deeper, more jagged or warped, towards his shoulder blades. There were so many, jagged, criss-crossed lines. Sabellion was deeply curious about what could have caused such an injury in Kale, who, by all accounts he'd heard of, preferred stealth and subterfuge to kill his foes. Sabellion mulled on it for many months, reminded of the scars when Kale would shuck off his shirt to do work around the citadel. Finally, annoyed that his curiosity had never been sated, he asked him. Kale was working on a piece of jewelry made out of dragonscale, hammering away at metal. Sabellion stood at a distance, watching for a time, before asking the question that had bothered him off and on. "Where did you get those scars?" Kale paused, arm outstretched, hammer raised. Sabellion waited. "Do you truly wish to know the answer?" Kale answered, turning from his work. Sabellion nodded, crossing his arms. "Why would I not? It must have been a brilliant fight." Kale let out a bark of laughter. Sabellion frowned. Kale, still chuckling, approached him, and with a hand on Sabellions shoulders, spoke. "They're from your nephew, Sabellion. And no, we don't fight." He grinned, walking away. Sabellion never asked personal questions again.

This person's art is astounding and their Garth OC reminds me of how Kale really should look, body shape wise. Just overall beautiful artwork, please check it out.