Sex: MaleHe was still trying to get over the loss of his angel. She had left him alone, left him when she had known that he had tied himself to Whisper Caverns for her. She was his angel and caregiver and yet, she had left him alone just as he always feared he would be: alone. Never had he been expected to get into any trouble. To her, he had been perfect. Intelligent, strong, protective, everything that someone would look for in a Guardian. He had been learning from Namara, before she had disappeared, and every once and awhile he would find Ash and the two would hit it off. Yuka didn't completely mind the new alpha, he knew how to get business done, but he certainly was no replacement for his father figure....not that he ever had one. He was lost in his own thoughts, so when he came upon a wolverine, he was quite surprised to be roused from his thoughts by a threatening yowl.
Instantly, the Thorben went on the defensive, his quarters lowering, and his lips pulling back to reveal his sharp canines as he, also, growled back. Perhaps if he had just left, then he wouldn't have to go through the conflict that he would end up facing. As his golden amber eyes took in the scene of dead prey in front of him, he knew that someone would have ended up facing this beast had it not been him, because it was on their territory and had prey, and lately, Yuka had noticed the scent of something different in the air, something Ash had classified as pregnancy, which meant that someone within the pack was inhabited with life and would need the extra food. As the other animal and Yuka faced off, it wasn't long before the animal made the first move towards the young Prince. He was launched at and the Thorben did his best to deflect the attack, his large body moving at awkward angles to avoid injury. The boy was still getting use to his body, that had been changing over the past months, and knew that he would need to get use to things eventually.
Before he could go on the offensive, the wolverine once again attacked, and this time, Yuka was not so lucky. He felt it before he processed it, and as pain shot across the right side of his face, it fueled him with anger. Not happy with the way things had gone, the young man finally got a hold of this predator and dragged it to the ground violently shaking it. He hadn't expected to be so cruel, considering that he loved nature and all that it had to offer him. But this....this made him so unbelievably angry that he snapped. He didn't bother going in for the kill as he released the wolverine and watched with satisfaction as the thing ran away from him, leaving the carcass behind. The food was long forgotten to him as he growled in irritation at whatever wound had been inflicted upon him. His first battle scars....at least they were something to be proud of.
Deciding that he would have to see the damage out for himself, he made his way towards where he knew there was a small pond. He was glad that it was warmer now, he was familiar with this season, and the ice had finally melted and he would be able to watch the fish swim around. There was no time for him to think about that now though, he was going there to see the damage done to his face. The pain was present and it hurt him quite more than he would have thought, but he didn't think it was that bad, until he looked at his reflection. Familiar teal flecked eyes stared back at him from the water, but the right side of his face was a complete mess. Blood dripped down his face and into the water as his breath caught. Claw marks made its way down the whole right side of his face and down to his lip, which was torn and highly swollen. He was not sure if there was bone sticking out of his head or not and he didn't take long to find out because his body flew away from his reflection and he started to have shortness of breath. He was no longer a handsome man, but a scarred and ugly beast, just as his family had always thought him as. Ugly, a disgrace....not someone who belonged there. And now even his physical features showed such a thing. He was a monster.
