Post by Crystal Pisces on Jul 29, 2013 0:02:44 GMT
Name: Knute
Age: 1 year
Sex: Male
Breed: Timber/Eastern Mix
Pack: None
Rank: Messenger
Alignment: Unaligned
Mate: None
Description: A big smile spreads lazily on this young wolfs face. His fur is scraggly and unkempt, pelt tight against his hungry frame, exposing ribs only occasionally through his thick pelt. His timber wolf genes leave this long, tall beast with heavier fur than most of his cousins, but it also benefits him with large shoulders and powerful lungs.
His fur, though dense like a timber wolf has the color qualities of his mother. His back a mixture of grey and white, with tan underbelly, legs and mane. His short bushy ears are golden, as is the top of his nose. He is quite the handsome young wolf. But hat really draws the eye, peaks interest about his his physical qualities are his eyes. Bright, vigilant, the most perfect shade of caramel and copper. Yes his left eye is very much perfect and enticing. Unfortunately his right eye suffered incident. A day out with the pack, his first hunt, his decision to give up any rights as a hunter, was the day a deer kicked him straight in the eye, leaving a clover footed shaped scar, and cursing his right eye with blindness.
Not only was he kicked, but he was kicked off of a very steep cliff. He rolled and tumbled, rocks smacking bone and branches tearing flesh. When he landed he knew his beautiful fur would be mottled and unkempt with scars. He knew he would be blind, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hunt again, as he severely twisted his front left leg, causing him to hop around, instead of walk.
Personality: Though his limp hinders his ability to hunt and run, and his blind eye slows him down, Knute is always cheery. Un like some the tragic event that happened to him made him more positive about life. He knew he had to enjoy life to overcome the unfortunate events that came to him. So now he is content traveling at his own pacing, learning things on his own, and exchanging information for food or safety.
Only once in a while does Knute become saddened that he cannot join others in hunting. That he cannot be depended on by a mate for protection. That is probably what really tears at his soul. He is a heartless romantic with no qualities of an Alpha, no gusto or strength or skill to attract a mate. And still through the hard moments in his life he pushes on. Even so Knute is torn down at times, unsure of what the world really means, it is his determination through the tough patches that shows his true character.
History: Born into the Misty Valley pack, Knute was nothing more than a mischievous pup out to get his whole pack in trouble. At a few months old he used all his strength and energy to keep up with a hunting party, and instead brought back a mountain lion. When he was five months old he was sure he was meant to be a shaman and almost drowned in the copper lake taking a field trip with the shamans.
Yes Knute was, and is, indeed the trouble maker, but he was strong and lovable, and for that the Alpha enjoyed and tolerated his mischief, and at a year old he finally was invited to his first hunt. He was ecstatic. Behind his father and older brother he followed them to the Echoing Forest. On the way there they skirted the Rugged Boulder territory. And then his nose caught it, the sweet scent of a young doe. He whined to alert the party and they all traced the land till the located the deer. His father nudged him to the front, it was his time.
Directing his pack mates to different areas he skirted his way around so he was nearly in front of the deer. He yipped, signaling the others as he charged the doe face on. He saw her freeze in fear, and as he came up the ledge to grab her neck he witnessed, almost in slow motion as the doe turned to flee, and kicking him straight in the eye. And from there he tumbled wildly down rocks and over dead tree limbs. He was grateful it was not that steep.
His right eye felt warm with blood and his whole body ached. When he tried to stand his back left leg screamed with pain. He passed out from the intense feeling to wake up to a shaman healing him.
"My powers are limited friend, I stopped the bleeding, and numbed the pain in your broken leg, but I can not cure blindness or mend breaks."
Knute nodded, he was too shocked for words. "The only wolf who can heal you properly is Freyja, but she does not trust our pack for past events." Knute again nodded. He stood, not putting weight on his hind left leg.
"I am leaving," he announced. "I can not serve my pack mates in this condition, not even to babysit the young. But I can walk, and so I will travel far and wide to learn the world, and spread the news of my lords Varg and Fenrir." The beaten wolf hobbled off, his pack mates singing quietly in sorry and respect. He only looked back once at the sad eyes of his mother and father before leaving.
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Age: 1 year
Sex: Male
Breed: Timber/Eastern Mix
Pack: None
Rank: Messenger
Alignment: Unaligned
Mate: None
Description: A big smile spreads lazily on this young wolfs face. His fur is scraggly and unkempt, pelt tight against his hungry frame, exposing ribs only occasionally through his thick pelt. His timber wolf genes leave this long, tall beast with heavier fur than most of his cousins, but it also benefits him with large shoulders and powerful lungs.
His fur, though dense like a timber wolf has the color qualities of his mother. His back a mixture of grey and white, with tan underbelly, legs and mane. His short bushy ears are golden, as is the top of his nose. He is quite the handsome young wolf. But hat really draws the eye, peaks interest about his his physical qualities are his eyes. Bright, vigilant, the most perfect shade of caramel and copper. Yes his left eye is very much perfect and enticing. Unfortunately his right eye suffered incident. A day out with the pack, his first hunt, his decision to give up any rights as a hunter, was the day a deer kicked him straight in the eye, leaving a clover footed shaped scar, and cursing his right eye with blindness.
Not only was he kicked, but he was kicked off of a very steep cliff. He rolled and tumbled, rocks smacking bone and branches tearing flesh. When he landed he knew his beautiful fur would be mottled and unkempt with scars. He knew he would be blind, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hunt again, as he severely twisted his front left leg, causing him to hop around, instead of walk.
Personality: Though his limp hinders his ability to hunt and run, and his blind eye slows him down, Knute is always cheery. Un like some the tragic event that happened to him made him more positive about life. He knew he had to enjoy life to overcome the unfortunate events that came to him. So now he is content traveling at his own pacing, learning things on his own, and exchanging information for food or safety.
Only once in a while does Knute become saddened that he cannot join others in hunting. That he cannot be depended on by a mate for protection. That is probably what really tears at his soul. He is a heartless romantic with no qualities of an Alpha, no gusto or strength or skill to attract a mate. And still through the hard moments in his life he pushes on. Even so Knute is torn down at times, unsure of what the world really means, it is his determination through the tough patches that shows his true character.
History: Born into the Misty Valley pack, Knute was nothing more than a mischievous pup out to get his whole pack in trouble. At a few months old he used all his strength and energy to keep up with a hunting party, and instead brought back a mountain lion. When he was five months old he was sure he was meant to be a shaman and almost drowned in the copper lake taking a field trip with the shamans.
Yes Knute was, and is, indeed the trouble maker, but he was strong and lovable, and for that the Alpha enjoyed and tolerated his mischief, and at a year old he finally was invited to his first hunt. He was ecstatic. Behind his father and older brother he followed them to the Echoing Forest. On the way there they skirted the Rugged Boulder territory. And then his nose caught it, the sweet scent of a young doe. He whined to alert the party and they all traced the land till the located the deer. His father nudged him to the front, it was his time.
Directing his pack mates to different areas he skirted his way around so he was nearly in front of the deer. He yipped, signaling the others as he charged the doe face on. He saw her freeze in fear, and as he came up the ledge to grab her neck he witnessed, almost in slow motion as the doe turned to flee, and kicking him straight in the eye. And from there he tumbled wildly down rocks and over dead tree limbs. He was grateful it was not that steep.
His right eye felt warm with blood and his whole body ached. When he tried to stand his back left leg screamed with pain. He passed out from the intense feeling to wake up to a shaman healing him.
"My powers are limited friend, I stopped the bleeding, and numbed the pain in your broken leg, but I can not cure blindness or mend breaks."
Knute nodded, he was too shocked for words. "The only wolf who can heal you properly is Freyja, but she does not trust our pack for past events." Knute again nodded. He stood, not putting weight on his hind left leg.
"I am leaving," he announced. "I can not serve my pack mates in this condition, not even to babysit the young. But I can walk, and so I will travel far and wide to learn the world, and spread the news of my lords Varg and Fenrir." The beaten wolf hobbled off, his pack mates singing quietly in sorry and respect. He only looked back once at the sad eyes of his mother and father before leaving.
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