“Why are you so hostile?”

 “Oh, Redright? It’s alright, he doesn’t like anybody.”

“Don’t let what he says bother you, Redright is just brutally honest.”

“You’ll see when you meet my father, he doesn’t mean to be the way that he is. He’s just.. You’ll see.”

All of these are words spoken about Redright. He’s an asshole, a prick, somebody without a filter that says what he wants. Why was he always so hostile, you’d think the man enjoyed making people jump from bridges.

Have you ever woken up on the wrong side of the bed? No, not just the wrong side of the bed, on the floor. In a mood that screamed ‘Fuck you’, and you could swear that if you walked out of that inn into the street and somebody even looked at you wrong, you’d be the last thing they ever saw?  

Redright did. Every single morning. On a good day, the first, second, and third thought he had didn’t have anything to do with killing somebody. But you best believe the fourth always did. Redright had an anger problem, combined with a severe case of misanthropy. Before the curse he was able to control his emotions better, the only people that heard the hateful words of those that he saw were his friends. Now control was out of the window, Redright had stopped giving anything close to a fuck.

This was the emotional state the man let himself live in now. You’d be mean too if you couldn’t stand every single motherfucker that you met. If you were forced to speak to people when you’d just rather be alone. Truly you wouldn’t care about how someone felt, or if the truth you just spit at them had hurt their sensitive bullshit feelings, especially if you didn’t care about their ability to draw breath.

And you just had to go and call him a ‘dog’, didn’t you?

“Redright is so antisocial, he even lives in a tree.”

Fucker, you would be too if you’d seen the shit in cities he’s seen. Public bombings, murders in the street. You damn well know he wants to choke nearly everybody he meets. Eighteen years Redright served the people of Stormwind as a guard, and after eighteen years he decided people were shit.

Really, can you blame him? It’s not his fault that he’s this way. How many people actually cared about him? If you’re not Archelaos, don’t even open your mouth with an opinion. Why should he give a fuck about you if you couldn’t care less about him?

Maybe the Wolf needed someone. Somebody that could deal with all of his bullshit, and put up with him. A companion. But maybe that was a weak thought, and he should just focus on The Pack. They would be his family, the monsters he cared about.

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Thoughts

Archelaos-

Redright respects Archelaos. Not just as his son, but as a man. Keeping in mind that Redright had chosen to give Archelaos Draco a rebirth into a new life under a new name should say mountains about the Old Wolfs thoughts on him as a person. Archelaos grew more like Redright every day, and he could see it. Now Archelaos walked with the confidence of a warrior. No longer did he stumble over his words and doubt his actions, Archelaos was sure in them. Redright was proud to see these changes, but there are definite hardships in living more like Winston Redright. His father only hoped his son was willing to overcome them.

Angie-

If Redright were honest he didn’t know the woman as well as he probably should. Despite having been saved by her more than a handful of times, Winston Redright had never actually sat down and had a conversation with the woman. But actions always speak louder than words, and what other people say about you is incredibly more important than what you say about yourself.  Angela Brice is more like Redright in more ways than one. She commands respect without having to say it. Anyone that had ever spoken to Redright of the woman, even her friends, had a hint of fear in their voice. Unsure if even their friendship would stop her from coming in the night to take their organs. Redright liked that, perhaps he should get to know the woman who has saved his life a bit better.

Olivia-

Redright thought of Olivia often, she was his newest project. As such he often dabbled over ideas in his head that would teach her the proper lessons to become a warrior. He saw something in the girl. Some people would consider challenging death stupid, Redright revered it. And that’s just what Olivia had done. Olivia holds a primal strength not many are born with. It takes a certain amount of audacity to test those that hold you captive, even if you end up paying a price for such actions. Yes, Redright would help Archelaos craft this girl into one of his most deadly weapons yet. Together, Redright hoped to make her the first introduction to The Pack, and hopefully one of the most dangerous within it.

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The Pack

Redright had always been a thinker, it was one of the few lessons that his father had been able to teach him before the man was ripped away by the Horde. A man who speaks little but only has important things to say will always hold a captive audience. This had held true, most of the time Redright was a quiet man; but as soon as he opened his mouth he could silence a room.

Constantly he found himself following lessons that he had thought sound throughout his life. Ultimately guidance from others was what crafted the man he was today. But now, as he sat alone in his hollowed out log that was home, he realized just how old he had become. If he was honest with himself, Redright didn’t think he’d even make it to this age. It was a wonder that he had, and often he thought that he’d been robbed of a virtuous and glorious death by those that had saved him. He was a warrior, and like any true warrior Redright was supposed to die on the battlefield covered in blood and thrashing until his last breath.

But that had yet to happen. There hadn’t been a foe with the right combination of luck and skill to deal a final killing blow to the warrior. Now he was old, and while he had adopted a son, Redright had realized that throughout his whole life he had never had a real family. In the military he had men and women that he called his brothers and sisters, but Redright couldn’t honestly say that he loved them. In fact, he could count the people he had actually loved on one hand. Archelaos, and Syleith. One of which was now gone forever.

Now that he had been freed from the military, Redright often found himself lost in his thoughts. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, having been a man that lived and breathed warfare for the vast majority of his life. What direction was a man who was ready to die his glorious death supposed to go? Fighting in an arena and dying for the entertainment of others wasn’t glorious, gladiatorial battles were for peasants. And after a lifetime in the military, Redright had grown excessively tired of the political and structural bullshit that constantly presented itself within the higher ranks. At some point it stopped being about war, and turned into a group of nobles fighting over rank and position. It wasn’t that Redright was suicidal, perhaps he was just impatient for his eternity in Valhal.

In the military Redright had created weapons of men. They would come to him sniveling and sobbing in fear, and Redright would turn them into unstoppable warriors. He had a talent for breaking, then rebuilding people into fierce predators who sought nothing but blood. Archelaos had spoken of creating a group which would purge Duskwood of its most dangerous monsters. The more Redright had thought about it, the more the idea grew on him.

Redright would find those that he deemed worthy, and turn them into his greatest weapons yet. Beasts that were extremely deadly alone, but unstoppable together. He would train them himself. They’d come to him as dull blades, but Redright would sharpen and hone them to perfection. He would create a pack of hunters so deadly, that with enough time they would become the monsters in the woods the people of Darkshire feared.

Redright would turn The Pack into his family. The Alpha would be extremely protective over his pups.

Perhaps, even, in the darkest depths of Duskwood, Redright would finally find his glorious death.

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