-O ye faithful, thy devotion shall be thine undoing. -
Born from union of two elder beings, conceived through a surrogate indebted - Alfred's blood runs paler than the glow of the moon.
Raised within the church under his surrogate father Laurence's guidance, he grew up knowing not of his holy origins despite how entangled his life was in their worship. As one of its most devoted members, it wasn't long until Alfred began climbing the ranks, earning himself the rank of an executioner. A job in which his talents, nay, his nature inherited from none other than the paleblood moon itself shined brightest. He's always had a nose for blood. Its pungent, iron smell... though undifferentiable to others, was unique from person to person. Heritage to heritage. Species to species. With a talent such as this, it was impossible for him to be any less than deadly in the hunts for infected, beasts, vilebloods, and other abominations.
His status grew yet he remained humbly faithful. Devoted. But so did his lust for blood. Not even the men of the church were immune to its draw- he had come to learn it quickly with the transformations brought by the plague. Not even the most pious, not even those favoured by the gods - not even Laurence - could withstand it. How could he? But alas, despite everything he remains with his mind and body intact. He thought it a miracle of faith. At least until the night of a hunt, somewhere in his early adulthood. Both him and another executioner had gotten gravely wounded whilst fighting off a pack. Out of blood, they could do nothing but run- Yet carried in Alfred's arms, blood mixing with blood, the other stabilized.
It did not take long for him to be established as the head of the church. Only a sample of blood administered to an ill member of the choir, and the minutes it took for him to be healed of his ailments was needed to establish himself as a worthy successor.
Taking his training seriously, he gained a scar while sparring with his father, the Moon Presence
"Your heart almost skips a beat when you see Alfred drag a tiny, dead lion cub in front of your feet. He dryly informs you it was a trespassing rogue" -21/12/22
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Cub stats
Daedal pie: 2m 4f
NHR: 3f
Bobtail: 1f
Change log:
Changed base to Ancestral
Changed opacity of markings on 6 markings
Added Red lace marking
Changed eyed to Intense salt
Changed mane colour to Windfall
Changed mane shape to sideward
Added swarm hindquarters
Added Gilded Crackle
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