Unreviewed Luna & Sol

[Tyr Mereel]

• Intent: To Create Wolf Companions for Tyr Mereel
• Image Credit: All Headers were made by Myself. All Images were edited by me and created with ChatGPT
• Role: They are Companions for Tyr that aid him on the battlefield and in his own life.
• Permissions: Tyr Mereel
• Links: Loth-Wolf, Force-Bond

• Age: Young Adults
• Force Sensitivity: Untrained Force Sensitive
• Species: Loth-Wolf
• Appearance: These creatures are very large compared to the standard wolf; they rise to be as tall as Tyr himself, standing at 2.13 meters [7'0"]. Luna is as black as night, her eyes blood-red orbs that stare through the night. Luna is as white as the falling snow, his eyes as blue as the clear skies.

• Name: Luna & Sol
• Loyalties: Tyr Mereel
• Notable Possessions: N/A
• Personality: These beasts are loyal, but weary to newcomers, they follow Tyr's examples when it comes to interactions, if he is open, they too are open, if he closes himself off, they are closed aswell, their connection to each other and Tyr make them very intune with eachother and their feelings. Without Tyr, they are wary of all they come across, more likely to push someone away than allow them a chance to get near.
• Training: Through their Force-Bond, the two Wolves follow Tyr's wishes without a word, whether Luna ranges forth and scouts the path ahead, or if Tyr needs something retrieved for him, the wolves have no problem fetching items for their bonded friend.

Combat Function: Luna & Sol function in tandem, working together to strike at their opponents, their innate connection with the force allows them to move with each other without needing to speak or communicate out loud, even when Tyr joins the fight, they fight like a wolfpack, Tyr always leads the fight with his movements, but Luna & Sol are not far behind, taking advantage of the large holes that Tyr leaves in his wake to cause serious damage. When fighting, they can sense their opponents' connection to the force, allowing for a better leg up than non-sensitive beings.

• Force-Sensitive: Their ability to sense the force allows them a unique edge against normal creatures that are without this function.
• Force-Bond: With their ability to work together, their precision and timing in combat is almost without equal, their attacks an unyielding assault as the pair attacks their foes.
• Giant: For being as large as they are, they can cause serious damage to an opponant with their attacks, wether their claws strike true, or they use their full weight on their opponant, getting strike by one of the pair would cause more harm then good.
• Sentient: Although they do not speak the common tongue often, they can and do speak Galactic Basic, allowing for them to overhear conversations or communicate information if needed.

• Force-Nullification: If they were to have their Force Sensitivity severed from them, it would be akin to losing a sense for them, a piece of them cut out, it would be hard for them to focus and orient themselves in a fight.
• Giant-Slayer: Although their size can aid them in battle, it is also a downfall, letting them be easier targets in a fight, and doesn't allow for them to be as stealthy as a conventional beast might be.
• Protective Instinct: They prioritize Tyr’s safety over tactical objectives. If Tyr is ever wounded or unconscious, they become overly defensive rather than strategic.

Tyr Mereel first encountered the wolves beneath a broken sky, where the red dusk of an unfamiliar world bled into the jagged silhouette of distant stone ridges. He had come alone, following little more than instinct and the quiet pull of duty that guided him wherever the will of the Mand’alor demanded. The land was silent in that way only wild places could be, still, watchful, alive beneath the surface. It was there that he sensed them before he saw them: two presences moving with deliberate patience through the tall grass. The first stepped into the open as the wind shifted, a Loth-Wolf of pure midnight fur and burning red eyes that glowed like embers in shadow. The second followed moments later, radiant as moonlight, a white-furred companion whose blue gaze shone with cold intelligence. The black wolf circled wide, testing him, while the white one remained still and watchful. Tyr did not reach for his weapons. Instead, he removed his helmet and lowered his head slightly, the way a warrior might greet another warrior. He spoke softly into the quiet, offering no command, only acknowledgment. The wolves did not retreat.

The trial came with the coming of night. A hunting pack of razor-maws, drawn by unfamiliar scents, descended from the rocks in a snarling wave of claws and teeth. Tyr stood his ground, beskar plates ringing with each impact as he fought with blade and gauntlet in the dim light of the dying sun. The black wolf struck first, a blur of shadow and fury that tore into the flank of the leading beast, while the white wolf moved with calm precision, driving the predators apart and harrying their retreat. Together they fought as if they had always known one another, warrior and wolves moving in a silent rhythm older than language. When the last of the creatures fled into the darkness, Tyr sank to one knee, armor scarred and breath heavy. The black wolf approached first, placing its muzzle against the edge of his vambrace, red eyes steady and unafraid. The white wolf followed, pressing close at his side, its quiet presence as steady as a sentinel. Tyr gave them names then, Luna for the shadow-born hunter, and Sol for the pale guardian, and the wolves accepted them without protest.

From that day forward, Luna and Sol walked beside Tyr Mereel as he carried out the Mand’alor’s will across the stars. They moved like spirits at the edge of every battlefield and silent watchers beyond the glow of campfires, creatures neither wholly wild nor fully tamed. Luna ranged ahead, a dark omen to Tyr’s enemies, while Sol kept close, ever watchful with eyes that seemed to understand more than any beast should. Some Mandalorians said the wolves were a sign that the old ways still lived, that the Resol’nare bound more than just warriors. Tyr himself never spoke much on it. When asked, he would simply rest a gauntleted hand against Luna’s dark fur or Sol’s pale mane and say that the Mand’alor’s path was never meant to be walked alone.