Auroch was a born outcast, and with his parents dead at an early age, he simply grew up being hated. He retained a youthful optimism until he realized he was hated. There were plenty of times when he thought he had friends, and was accepted, but it was just his youthful optimism trying to protect him from the truth. The Alpha from his birth pack was lazy, but cruel. He had assumed power in a blood match and decided that he had done enough to serve the pack of 30 or so just by being their leader. Kasno let others do his work for him, and demanded females bow and beg for him. Aurochs father was sickened by Kasno, and selfishly planned to use Auroch to take over the pack, but the only semblance of humanity in Aurochs was his crippling shyness, which at the time Aurochs could have kill Kasno, was already making him hold back his savage ferocity and beastly strength. Always being partially shifted made Aurochs body mature quickly, and then helped him become the strongest wolf in his village, but he never knew his full potential. After the death of his father, Aurochs left the village. At the age of 11, he was more than ready to live on his own physically, but he was still just a scared child.<br/><br/>Throughout his travel, he faced hardships alone. Humans tried hunting him once, their bodies were never found. As he aged into a young man, his brutality and feral nature conflicted with his shyness and something akin to kindness in his soul. There were several packs that he could have taken over, but he dared not cross to their territory. What good was a hostile take over if all you received was hatred? And at what cost? SO he traveled alone, avoiding every comfort. He wouldnâ€™t even make animal companions, and only hunted when his hunger was too much to bare. He had been without mate his entire life, not that he even understood what the heat was. Too him, it was just a burning that reminded him of the hatred of his once family. And yet, when he turned 20 and found Black Crest, he stayed. He didnâ€™t know why, but he felt like he had to be here. Sticking to the shadows, he never realized that he had been spotted before, or knew if his tributes and attacks were helpful, but he stayed. And now this threat. During his two years he had fought many wolves, but none like these arctic dire wolves. But then again, they had never faced anything so monstrous, viscous, and utterly primal as him.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Following instinct, Aurochs went for Wendell's neck, but when Wendell's trap worked, he had broken the first rule of combat, never underestimate your opponent. Aurochs stopped his decent, and using his brute strength, pushed back up and lifted Wendell with him. Wendell's jaws would be pushed open wide as Aurochs lifted himself and the dire wolf up, but that wouldn't be Wendell's only mistake. The second mistake was having his attack pack focus on Aurochs while the female wolf killed one of them as they tried to flank. With Wendell's jaw locked on his neck, Aurochs was in a bad position. He wrapped his arm around Wendell's side and sunk his claws deep into what would be Wendell's kidney. Gripping Wendell for dear life, he used his other hand to grab Wendell's arm and he brought it to his own mouth to rip into it. Aurochs felt the first flanker slash at his leg, and another sink their teeth into his back, but he wasn't out of the fight yet. Aurochs let go of Wendell's mangled arm and then slashed at his stomach as best he could from the bad angle, all the while feeling Wendell's monstrous fangs sink into his neck, searching for a major vessel or his spine. More pain as Aurochs was being slashed and bitten to pieces, but he wouldnâ€™t go down without a fight. He ripped at Wendellâ€™s kidney, and then used his might to whip Wendell around like some kind of over sized cape, but in the processes Wendellâ€™s fang nicked a major artery. Aurochs knew what he was doing, or at least his instincts did. Wendell being whipped around threw the other wolves off just long enough for Aurochs for to kill Wendell by sending his arm through Wendellâ€™s abdomen and wrenching his spine out of place. The feeling sent Aurochs into a berserk rage. As he shoved Wendellâ€™s body off, he went to work on attacking the other wolves, desperately trying to kill as many as he could. And kill he did.<br/><br/><br/>Aurochs was in a frenzy, a pure, unadulterated fury. He would rent the wolves body parts asunder, ripping limbs off and crushing bones with his fangs. But it came at a price. Even for all the damage he was doing, their numbers were too many and he was bleeding out. Even with the help of the extremely attractive female, he was getting destroyed. His silver fur was soaked in blood, and he painted the snow crimson. He had slaughtered four including Wendell before one of them slashed at his back and he dropped to his knees. He was coughing up blood and bleeding heavily, but he knew he had to keep fighting. Pain surged through him, but the pack needed him. His rage exploded and the world went black around him as he dug deep within himself to find it, his most primitive and primal side. He felt his body being slashed at and then he felt the snap.<br/><br/>There was a moment of serenity where he almost felt human. In that moment, he knew exactly where Rose was, and felt a deep urge to protect her, even more so than the pack. Aurochs was puzzled, he didn't know anything about her, and yet he knew that his life was empty without her. Perhaps that's what stopped him from leaving two years ago, instinct told him that she was here. Unsure of what the feelings meant, he decided that now wasn't the time. Suddenly, all his outer pain was gone and he snapped back to reality.<br/><br/>In one massive motion Aurochs back handed the wolves around him, sending them sliding back as then a primal roar came from him. A shift began in Aurochs, he healed many of his wounds, his neck included, as the tips of his bloody fur became pitch black. His grabbed his head while his claws became thicker and sharper, a migraine smashing all thoughts. His muscles tensed and expanded noticeably as his body became larger. Cracking sounds could be heard from his shifting bones and sinew. Aurochs pounded at the ground with his mighty paws, sending snow up in a flurry and crushing the rocks and roots beneath him. It was clear that whatever was happening was excruciating for him to go through, but bad news for the dire wolves. His already chaotic mind raced even faster as the migraine assaulted his ability to stop himself. The rage, the pain, the hunger all a whirlwind of destruction razing his thoughts and wrecking his control of himself. All the food in his stomach was digested as well as any fat that could be found on his body so that this shift could be fueled.<br/><br/>When it was finished, Aurochs was standing on all fours, but was almost four feet tall at the shoulder. As he reared up and started to stand bipedal, he was just over seven and a half feet tall. His muzzle was ever so slightly elongated, and his form was much larger. However the difference in color was what was most noticeable, he looked like darkness incarnate. His fur had become a deep black, and his claws were even darker, but the darkest of all were his eyes. When his eyes opened the shadow of his soul was plain to see. His form was black as coal, yet burned with hell fire. It was obvious from simply gazing upon this gargantuan, spat from hell to wreak havoc on all who opposed him, that if the dire wolves wished to continue, there would be no mercy. He was only just bigger than the dire wolves, and they still had the advantage of numbers, but all thought was gone from his mind, save the instinct to slaughter in service of his pack and Rose. If he were able to have other thoughts at the moment, he would question himself. Why did he suddenly know her name, and why did she seem more beautiful every second she was in his sight? He had never seen her until she ambushed the dire wolves, yet he was drawn to her. Aurochs awaited their move, his fangs bared and his claws at the ready. His back was to the village, but he could feel the wolves who were going to help stop and wait. Snarls came from Aurochs' muzzle as he waited