Certainly nothing worth noting, but here it is all the same. This warped creature was born in a litter of three. Despite his peculiar color [with the rest of his pack being black], the pup had never been discriminated against. Quite on the contrary, the pack believed he was a pup born with the honour of whatever Gods there may be. He had been praised, put above his brothers, though he had always been uncertain of this status. Like all great moments of fame, however, Atramedes' was to come to an end in a bittersweet fashion. A night came when the borders were breached by an unknown pack. Whatever they were, they struck with precision. His pack looked to him to save them- they thought he had been promised to them with power, something he would awaken. Something he could use now, use for them! A disappointment, if you can believe, when his pack continued to fall at the paws of these strangers, looking to this pathetic, thin, frail wolf whom had not been touched by the gods.

They died that night, while he fled in terror. Of what he had done- or rather, what he had been supposed to do, and failed. He had always been a nervous, unsure thing. It broke him when he had discovered he was worthless to those whom looked upon him for something more than he was. Though his russet pelt has yet to be marred, he remains scarred forever within.

It was a long and trying while before his paws brought him into foreign territory, lands which were protected by wolves with blood similar to his own. The fervour with which they defended what was theirs was wrought with no wicked intent, but there was little amiability delivered to him from the way they bared their fangs, the belligerence some of the younglings tossed his way. despite his vast intelligence, he bore no capacity for social exploits and so allowed them to wound him as they would a lame rabbit; toying and tampering, cruel and relentless. so would his life continue- having been accepted into the pack, astonishingly enough, and received by one of the pack alphas. he lingered beneath the weight of his packmates as their omega, their joker, their fool, their outcast.

and yet, he lived a comfortable life as nothing more than this. contented to please those he could, endearing himself to every face he might cross, an unconscious power struggle for virtue and forgiveness, a constant means of seeking ways to redeem his past faults. catering and clinging to most with the vigilance of a lost child, medias had begun to know faces, to care and devote himself to their causes, whatever these may be. one such face was the alpha himself. it was not long after another of their encounters- during which medias had been apprehending a trespasser- that the alpha raised the coward from omega, and into the crowd of those worthy of task and mission.

after commencing in some battles for pack pride and territory, as well as both training beneath and- obscenely enough- teaching his own classes, medias had grown a unique and intimate understanding of battle tactics and the art of fighting. again was he sent forwards in the ranks in order to prove himself useful to and worthy of the pack's honours. the pack was growing stronger, and had the need for it- tensions were rising and precautions had to be taken.

some time later, a series of monumental events transpired; the long-time leader and father of the pack, hysteris, fell at the paws of Issar, resulting in the declaration of war between both packs.

though having participated in the war, the man had withered away, resulting in his vanishing for several months, thought to be dead.

once returned, the pathetic beast was treated as an omega by the new alpha. though with an itch to prove himself anew and reveal to her that he would be a trusted and able servant. not long after, a famine swept clean the land, scarring it and abolishing the packs as they were once known. though medias himself was among the survivors, there was little thought as to what to do next. he nursed his wounds, and awaited his next role on the chessboard; with the ticking of time and the loss of so many, one day atramedes wandered off, not to be seen anywhere near those lands again.