[L u c c i a n o]**

History Lucciano was born into a packless family... He knew what it was like to struggle, being a small family they worked as a unit as a family. He was not seen too much of a son by his father he had a close attachment to his mother. Learning respect for the female gender, he was as you would say at that age easily smitten. The family stuck together and taught him well the values of life and respect. Lucciano grew up in an environment of male dominance, and respect for ones elders. In earlier life he remembered always being on the move, land to land running from the fellow wolves who posed threat, living that dream of freedom and no boundaries but always dangled on that rope of uncertainty, to put it lightly it was a struggle. It was only at the age of nine months did they settle down in a vast land of rough terrain and lakes. Vague memories of his father, he was strict but patient. He wanted the best for Lucc and he also wanted him to know well of the world, he was taught harsh lessons of life and death, and the vigorous doings among them. But it set him straight, it kept him less skeptical! His mother on the other hand was more of a clown, in a sense she was humorous and lightened up those dark roads of travel. She was the main morale booster during the dry seasons. She loved her pup for whoever he was, and supported him no matter what. She worked hard to keep it going her natural sense was to be a carer, she help tend to wounds of the family and gather the right materials to make thick bedding in the winter. She gave great skills to Lucciano that made him one practical brujo. The rest of his so called family now remain fuzzy, old faces do remain, but names and importance do not. Later memories consisted of his first love, it was when they approached that new land, later to be called home. A pack was residing there but Lucciano's family posed no threat and were allowed to stay among the lands as friends. Sweet smell of summer, at the glorious age of one, on the tip of adolescence Lucciano always found himself in a daze. One sleeply summer afternoon he found himself a great spot to nap, and there at that very spot under that willow tree resting upon the shallow water he set eyes upon Terrir, a younger female beautiful as ever. She had a long flowing pelt of brown and glowing emblems of amber. She was a sight to drool upon! They spent much time together, but soon went their separate ways. But for him it was a time he shall not forget! When the time came for him to leave his family and to split the roots of his family tree, find a pack and make his own path he struggled to depart. He had always had that support and now.. It was just him, how terrifyingly exciting. Heart pounding he knew if he could make it, he would make his parents proud, his goal acceptance.

[Memories] Fighting skills: "Dane, come on.. Spar with me" chuckled a young adolescent wolf, warm ambers eyes fueled by a deep burning desire to sharpen his skills as a fighter. Straggly strands of dark fur rustled in the breeze, ever so slightly they'd dangled over his eyes causing him shake his fur. He stood short, he gave a strong manner about him. Crown ducked low, tail stern leaning more forward he gave the usual manner of play. Stood opposite him was another male whelp, around the same age a young teen from the neighboring pack. But he stood short, slightly lanky wasn't too much for a fighter but a thinker.
"Little boy Luc... you so short you won't reach my nape" he chuckled as a insult, just throwing wood into the fire of his mind. He too lowered his stature and gave a chuckle. Dane the timber skinny wolf charged with all his might, defense wasn't even in his logic. Lucciano laughed as Dane made his way, eyes narrowed and breath regulated. Dane made an earthy attempt, he did have some power behind that scrawny exterior! He lunged forward knocking into his shoulder, hoping to push him of his feet and claim a pin on him. Lucciano did fall but quickly regained his stature feeling that strain upon his breathing he now had his chance. He shook his head clear and deviously slinked forward, muscle rippling under his fur, just trying to give Dane a scare.
Dane felt the pressure ears pinned back into his skull, backing up as he approach he snarled, and let loose a wild growl. Lucciano sped up his jog and lunged like a while hawk after their fleeing pray. His main target, Danes loose skin. His scruff to pin him and claim victory. As his hind legs cracked and bent underneath him, he got some lift. Making contact on Dane, he felt his legs brush underneath him. Falling to the side he let loose a yelp of uncertainty. Lucciano saw his target, feeling numb he pulled closer to Dane's scruff. Dane who was now trying to scramble away, all concentration upon his visage, Lucc made it griping first upon his neck lightly he moved his way up whilst getting back up onto his feet. Lightly tugging at Danes neck fur he gave a ruffled choke of a laugh.
Dane gave a frown, all body relaxed, submitting to Lucc wasn't very new to him. "Ok... Ok.." he uttered scrapping to get out of his lock. "In a real fight Daney boy I will not go easy on you" he laughed just trying to sound big. He let go of his loose him and nipped at his neck joyfully as Dane stood.
[Sad Moments] Later that night a devilish lining of cloud steamed it's way over the lands. Lucciano kept close to his family, as the clouds brewed rain he felt in ow spirits because of it. "Mum... Can I see Dane in a moment, I forgot to tell him something" he uttered in a calm manner. Eyes looking quite sleepy and pelt rugged. She gave a nod, and nudged him out, "Go for it." He stumbled out from under the fallen tree, looking up he saw streaks of white and gray nothing of actual night sky, only fog that seem to be still growing. Wandering forward he felt his heart thud, he didn't know why but an daunting feeling pulsed through his veins, slicing through his blood. Fog now in the surrounding area he made to the camp of Dane's pack. But all seemed faded, all noises drowned by this sheet of magic white. "Lorcus.. you there" Lorcus being the scout guard of the pack. He waited... No reply. He shrugged at the night sky hummed in his ears. All seemed quiet, too quiet. "D..ane?" he called out in a nervous utter. For that split second no noise came, but within an instant he heard it, at that time it was a scream,a scream so loud his shattered Lucciano's ears. A scream so terrifying his caused him to panic. A scream of his best friends suffering. "Dane!" Not being able to see, smell.. Only to hear the fear that surrounded him. Running forward following the trail of cries Lucciano frowned and whined. View becoming slightly more clear and to his horror he now didn't really want to see. "Oh gosh..!" Tears welling up he saw every wolf down... gutted... dead.
Now smelling the harsh stab of blood, tasting the metal of the gun. No sight of Dane he backed up, stumbling over the corpse of Danes mother, she looked so still, so calm. Face, oh what a beautiful face she had stuck in that last cry for help. He whimpered stumbling back further, this time, he was gripped at his muzzle, a hand grasped his furt violently shaking at him. He felt so helpless, his legs weren't doing what he was telling them to do, he felt no control. A pang of sadness doomed over him as he now felt what Dane felt earlier in their spar. He didn't bother to wriggle.
"Hey Josh, got another one" cackled a large brute of a man. This was it, Lucc was going to die. "Bring it 'ere I will do this one" implying he was going to gut and skin him. At that moment erupted a growl. Then charged forward Dane, Dane to Lucciano's rescue. He charged for the mans knee's gripping hold, ripping at th flesh. His body.. blood stained, different, he seemed stronger. The death of his family caused him to erupt like a volcano. The man dropped Lucciano in a instant, pulled for his gun... Dane fell, it al so sudden. As Lucciano fell from the mans grasp as did Dane from his gunshot. Eyes once angry, fell soft, fur once pointy now lay soft and oddly still. Dane landed on his side, Lucc onto his feet. Pelting off he had to inform his family and get them away... As he run Dane.. lay calm. Lay resting in a now never ending slumber.
[Year onwards] "Right. It's time.." beamed a voice of power, there on a bright summers day the family of three were ready to part. "Lucciano, in heart we will be there for you, for ever. And we just wanted you to know. You've me us proud" uttered his father, pride in his eyes. There come forward, belly swollen as were her eyes. "My son, I will name one of your brothers after Dane. And one of your sisters Luccia. I love you, and always. Follow your path and light will be granted. I will see you next in heaven." she uttered with a calm, saintly smile, dispersal was upon them, it was now time for him to leave and live his own dreams.
It had been seven days now, one week since dispersing from his family such a lonesome battle he had fought, only this time he was on his own and that was his fate. He hid it well, so many emotions engulfing his mind he hid well how sad he really was. Frown across his face, tension flushing through his veins taking each step of life as it came; he felt even more lost in his dreams. Headed South from his old lands he traveled with only but a goal to find a wolf so brave and so accepting so this young brute could live under his wings of experience. To teach him the ways of surviving. Not that he didn't already know basic ways of life, the ways of what his father had been teaching. No there was much more he wanted learn and it was time to find a wolf to help him, a pack to support him and a life to look forward too.
Built for aggression, and not knowledge Lucciano faced a tough battle within himself, he was not intelligant and not a quick learner, but he was ridiculously strong and physically in good shape this was a good trait as pack these days would like protection from him not an enemy of him! But Lucciano craved one thing... a thing that would not come easily to him... Knowledge.. But although not a quick learner, he was a hard worker and under the right influence he could, and would rise up to anything!
As he walked those lonely days, and slept those long haunting nights his mind flickered back to the comforting times of his youth. A song soothed his pangs of sadness, a song his mother utttered to him as a mere whelp. He hummed the sweet lyrics of the small tinkering tune so quietly they hushed him to sleep.
"Tonto el que no entienda
cuenta una leyenda
que una hembra gitana
conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer
llorando pedía
al llegar el día
desposar un calé
tendrás a tu hombre piel morena
desde el cielo habló la luna llena
pero a cambio quiero
el hijo primero
que le engendres a él
que quien su hijo inmola
para no estar sola
poco le iba a querer"

The song held a small story, a story that didn't mean to much to Lucc but it was still soothing as he was told this story many times by his mother. "A fool is he who doesn't understand a legend tells that a gypsy woman implored the moon weeping, she begged till dawn to marry a gypsy man "you'll have your brown-skin man" spoke the full moon from the sky "but in return I want the first child that you have with him," one who sacrifices her child in order not to be alone is not going to love it very much..." That of the story is all he could remember before his eyes closed shut and he fell into a restless slumber.
The end of the week finally had arrived, this brute had been living of fresh water trout and already slaughtered animals. His taste buds were unsatisfied and he occasionally found the odd juicy bark of a tree to gnaw on as he slumped onwards. Most of the other trees were slightly dried out it didn't appeal to him like that. Stained amber eyes so delicate stalked onwards, rugged tassel flickered as his restless mind dangled helplessly in limbo. He always felt his body climb uphill, scampering along hills and pushing through brambles. A daze upon he was unsure but it was true, he found flat, less harsh land. Burning paw pads screamed hallelujah as their soft worn pallets smoothly touched the rooftop of hell in delight.
Ears perked up, eyes now with life in them Lucciano looked around, he saw no one, sniffing at the ground he smelt no scent... But, something was urging him onwards. So quietly he moved onwards, body in a low and honorable stance, cranium swaying side to side as eyes darted about in glee. "What am I to do? How..." he uttered to himself a little loss, was he to encounter a leader here, he smelt no packs, but was that because he was dehydrated.. he certainly felt a little out of his depths. From there on he lingered, letting loose small laughable cries of attention, a solemn howl hoping to catch the attention of someone. There he stood like an obedient trained puppy so much confusion so apparent in his eyes. And there they stood so tall and happy looking a family who would take him under their wing, this is where Little Boy set eyes upon Scrbia and Sono. They took him in and a month later wished to call him son, he accepted.
Now older, roaming the lands, he didn't join a pack, but lived happily amongst friends and family members, he became a healthy weight and with adolescent juices flowing his gaze more so on the opposite gender, his search for a mate was nearing a start he was a handsome lad looking forward to meeting a beautiful lass to get to know and love!