[CLOSED] Luven Pups

Tobias is a typical masculine, muscular male. He values his strength and power over intelligence. Not to say he is dumb, but he is not one to discuss philosophy or have extremely deep, intelligent conversations. He has a good heart and is laid back, not expected of someone who is pure muscle. He is not easily angered and tends to remain calm and content in life. He approaches confrontation from a civil and relaxed perspective, preferring to take a defensive position than an aggressive or offensive one.

Tobias' views on life are quite simple; to follow orders and be a good soldier. Even though he is the son of an Alpha, he has no ambition for a higher rank, content in the life of a warrior. His family means the most to him and he is extremely loyal to his pack and authorities. No matter what they say, Tobias does not question them. He follows only his pack and believes them to be the best, most favorable to any other option. Given any choice, Tobias will look to his father or older brother's for their opinions before making a decision. You could say he is subservient and docile. However the later of the two descriptors is not entirely true. Once told to fight or defend, Tobias is anything but docile. Tobias is a trained warrior who's goal in life is protect with his life. He is ready to die if need be for his pack. No one had ever told him to be that extreme in his beliefs, this was his decision at a young age, almost like a knights vow.

The only selfish desire Tobias has is to be a father one day. Tobias desires to have what his parents had, the love between his mother and father is something to be jealous over in any pairing. They loved each other unconditionally and Tobias wants to be able to pamper and shower a female the same way. He imagines a simple and gentle she-wolf, who shines brighter than the sun. That is his one wish in life and he hopes that his future Alpha and older brother will grant him that.

Ebony maw hung open with a salmon tongue hanging free as Tobias panted. His fur was tousled, some of the black fur matting near scratches that went a little deeper than necessary. This spar was rougher than any of his previous spars and was truly putting Tobias' body to the test. The fight had already lasted much longer than typical, both opponents equal matches. The only thing was that Tobias seemed to be holding back against his pack-mate. The older male had been a friend and mentor towards the yearling, making this fight harder for the growing boy.

Tobias, at heart, loved each pack-mate and hated to hurt them. So to battle his friend all-out meant causing damage, which Tobias was not willing to do. Tobias stood against his friend, who was scratchless compared to his own frame that littered with broken skin. Nothing was too deep, but the continous damage brought down Tobias' ability to continue to fend off his friend. Even now, at the thought of losing, Tobias refused to break skin and draw blood. With bodies colliding, black fur ended up on the ground as the opponent ripped a chunk out at the shoulder blades.

Tobias at this point grabbed his friend and broke skin in instinct. Jerking his head away at the taste of copper, his actions had him frozen. His friend who was not against hurting him during the spar, as it was only a spar, threw himself once more at Toby. Distracted Tobias took the full force of the lunge and his the ground, losing his breath. Choking on air, his head swam as he regain his surroundings. Looking towards his teacher, he moved to stand before stopping mid-crouch.

Behind his teacher stood his father and Alpha of Noctis. The look of disappointment etched onto Luke's face had Tobias falling back to the ground, but this time in mental defeat. The Alpha simply shook his head before speaking a few words to the others there and walking away. Watching the disappearing figure of his father had Tobias shaking slightly. His own father was disappointed in Tobias, was it because he failed the spar or because he did not hurt his packmates?

Looking over to his opponent, words echoed through warbled space as Tobias world seemed to swim around him. He wasn't really sure what happened but eventually Tobias was left alone in the clearing. The yearling had a lot to think about, as most thought he was simply pouting over the defeat, which wasn't true. Tobias had to come to terms with his reality versus his desires. He was told to fight all out, and he did not. The objective was to win, and Tobias failed because he had refused to hurt a packmate.

Did that mean that to get approval and praise of his superiors he had to follow orders even at the cost of his packmates health? Would Tobias be able to carry out such an order? The copper taste was still on his tongue and he could feel his stomach churning. The taste represented his friend but in the end, his friend held no ill-will. If Toby could recall, the other even seemed to have smiled over the brawl. How could he smile over hurting Tobias over and over again?

Blinking, Tobias' world stopped swimming and the air was still around him. This was his reality, in which he would have to follow orders without question, even if they went against any personal belief or desire. Looking to his ebony paws, he stood and let out a small grunt. The soreness in his joints had him wincing slightly. The yearling would need to see the Salutary before meeting with his teacher. Tobias would apologize for his disobedience and ask for another chance. Would Tobias apologize to his father? The small yearling looked a head and decided that he would not apologize to his father but prove to him next time that he could follow orders to the letter. No longer would he refuse to hurt another, if he was told to go all out, he would, even if the opponent was a friend.