Donovan Dire the Direwolf An Of Iron & Fur Background
#2 of Of Iron and Fur
This is a special installment of the Of Iron & Fur series. A character background for the character of Donovan Dire, featured in the story A Midwinter Morning (check my page for that submission). I will be providing backgrounds for each main character in the Of Iron and Fur universe as I release stories featuring them.
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Donovan Dire the Direwolf
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Orias Steel
Species : Direwolf
Age : 26
Height : 7'2"
Build : Mesomorph. Incredibly muscular, cut and toned upside-down-triangle-shaped body.
Description : Donovan Dire is a dark-gray timber wolf. He is finely groomed, poise, disciplined and unnaturally muscular. In his full military uniform (that of the Nazi's of WWII; sans the swastikas) he would blend with any other of the wolves in the corps were it not for his immense size and his golden eyes, the signs of his birth as a Dire.
Background: Donovan Dire is not exactly a creature that would stand out in a normal, uniformed crowd. That is, if he weren't an honest to Them giant. Donevan isn't just your typical timberwolf, you see. As a matter of fact, he wasn't even born of typical means. Rather, he was grown in a lab, the love-child of desperation and generations of carefully schemed machinations. Donevan was born Designation D-223 Windsor, as in he was the two-hundred and twenty-third successfully manufactured Dire. His growth was accelerated past infancy, childhood and puberty. He was born to the Corps, knew only the Corps and thrived off the torturous training, conditioning and combat that became his life as soon as he was able to stand.
Donovan was a good soldier... a really good soldier. He quickly accelerated to the highest ranks of the shock-troop infantry, leading his own platoon through two tours at a mission success rate of ninety-five percent. He gladly accepted his invitation to the T.S.F. or Tactical Special Forces, joining a team of seven others in a group that would be later called "The Iron Hides" known for their survival and overwhelming success in endeavors where the odds were slim to none. There are many that credit the success of the war's end to The Iron Hides (though it is still unclear exactly what did end the war) and they were decorated with the highest honors (and a hefty monthly stipend to be paid out the rest of their lives).
All that in consideration... What do creatures that know only war do when the hostilities have ceased? While there is still much strife in the world these days, the military has taken to the intricate art of political subterfuge over mobilizing task forces. Donovan and the rest of The Iron Hides were benched indefinitely and found themselves rich, famous and dangerously bored. A few of them joined resistance cells and cults, not knowing how to live in a world where they did not have the thrill of combat or feeling unable to relate to the majority of the population in their everyday problems. Donovan bought a beautiful luxury loft in Havenworth (the central city of The Iron Empire) and took to a life of hedonistic recreation alongside part-timing as a self-defense instructor for the middle-class of Echelon Delta (an urban military housing district),
Still maintaining some responsibility within the corps, as far as keeping up to date on current events, Donovan found himself within The Hub (the military command center and primary campus within Havenworth) quite often... significantly more so after he started fucking Tenida, the sly little silver fox from the DoMI (Department of Military Intelligence). They met at a small conference discussing defensive actions against a resistance cell brewing up an alleged strike against some base off in The Dent. As exciting as such a conference would seem, Tenida found it much more entertaining to draw Donovan into an unused conference room and see if she could get the massive beast on his knees before her, putting his tongue to much better use than it was drawn out with his panting in the stuffy war chamber with the others.
While their "relationship" is hot, they have not made any official declarations or titles for what they have, merely letting it be whatever it is and enjoying their own unquestioned and unchecked thrill-seeking. There are times when it seems clear that Tenida knows everything there is to know about Donovan while he knows next to nothing about her... and she prefers it that way. Whatever they do have, it's not exclusive and Donovan prefers to keep things simple... but he does know this: There is an ingrained call to violence that he has been resisting with all his might. The Dire in his Direwolf is strong, the effects of the program make him strong, yes, but at what cost? How long can he put up with this life thrust upon him? How long before he inevitably snaps? The rage has been getting worse...
...soon, he will need the hunt.