Post by dekan on May 14, 2005 11:56:54 GMT -5
Name: Dekan
Age: Five and a half months
Appearance: The young varg has a broad face, which appears larger due to the ruff of fur below his tapering ears. He possesses bright, ice blue eyes with flecks with soft, warm gray, which shine yellow-green in the darkness. His chest is narrow, allowing easy travel through the thick snows of the winter. Dekan's fur is thick and fluffy. It’s composed of long guard hairs that repel moisture and a thick, black undercoat for heat. Across his shoulders, the long guard hairs grow incredibly long. During the spring, his coat is slowly beginning to thin. The coloration of his coat is a glossy black.
Personality: Dekan's attitude is usually a placid wolf, though curious and inquisitive as most. Though he is cautious, young Dekan loves to wander around. He is especially warm and loyal to friends, a trustworthy and kind wolf. He loves company as well. Dekan though, has a wild, little daredevil side that cannot refuse an opportunity to explore and is usually apt to get in trouble during these spurts of mischievous thoughts. Extremely active, always up for something to do, Dekan can find many a thing that others would have disregarded. Once friendship and trust is gained, the varg proves to be incredibly honest and loyal, fighting for a friend if he must.
History: It began in a small, earth den at the base of a high ridge with a small copse of trees nearby, and a swift, shallow stream etching its way between the stand of trunks. Five members waited anxiously outside of the shadowed cave mouth. The largest, a beautiful, strong gray was pacing above the den, higher on the hill. His head was lowered, tail limp, panting in anxiety. A few times throughout the night, one varg would wander to close and be welcomed with a threatening snarl, causing them to retreat instantly. Tella gave birth to three pups, two male and one female. As the tired mother returned to the world from the den, she was greeted with a chorus of happy whines and licks from the rest of the pack. She took her mate, Resttun to look at the pups first.
Shama - the youngest and female - was a bushy-eared, amber varg, instantly resembling her mother, Tella. Kertin was the oldest and biggest. His pelt appeared to be a darker tans than his sister's, the fur along his neck and spine already an inky gray. Dekan was the second born brother, soft amber like his sister.
Entana was the first to see; of course it was her right as the eldest member of the group. Her tail was raised proudly as she gazed down at her son's new family. Oaken, the beta male was aloud a peek of the pups. His eyes were proud as he congratulated Tella and Resttun. Jep saw next. He was a subordinate, well liked, though quiet. He merely nodded to each parent though his tail fanned the air. Nema was last to see, being the sickla. Her eyes were as big as Tor when she is greatest in the sky as she stared down in awe at the little bundles of life. Joyous songs fluttered on the cool air the entire night. Entana's high pitch reeling in the night, Omen’s deep bass balancing her high notes. Jep's voice soared, though he talked little, his tune was nearly perfect. Nama's voice was like the gurgling stream, soft and melodic. Tella's own howls tore into the heavens, guided by the wonderful miracle. Resttun was like Omen’s, though his seemed richer and filled a little more with life.
The wonderful little pack could not have been happier, and life went on. As time passed, the pups began to grow. Shama began growing into a sleek, silver she-pup. Small as she was, she was full of life and spice, sassy sometimes, but always pleasurable. Kertin's coat remained true to his birth pelt. He was the darkest of any in their pack, ranking highest in the pup hierarchy. Kertin had the potential to become a true Dragga, form in peak condition for one so young, with a great talent for leadership. Dekan held the black coloration, though not unusual of a varg, not the traditional hues of a wild wolf. He was like both of his siblings, a pleasure to be around yet great at comprehending the skills needed to survive.
It wasn't long though, until the first foundation for the joyous pack fell, as it will do with every story. No matter how shallow, no matter how slow, water is always a danger to pups. Even the small, gurgling stream that snaked its banks through the copse of trees and through the meadow, for water always travels somewhere.
Shama, Kertin, and Dekan weren't far while the pack rested and their parents hunted. It was only a few feet from the entrance to the den and the stream so the pack felt safe to let them play. The stream was extremely shallow to a full-grown wolf, only soaking the belly fur, not even reaching their backs. But the current was swift, for the area where the pack had settled was at an angle, which gave the flow of the water an advantage. The three were fishing for minnows in the shallows, splashing and playing. It wasn't long until they became tired and lay on the banks, soaking up the sun and panting, ready for a nap. As they began to dry, they began to tell their fishing tales, comparing the best. But it was only two... Kertin and Dekan. When they realized the absence of their sister, they ran to the bank, horrified. Yet she was not in view and they found relief, or at least to a certain extent. Waking the adults, the pack searched for Shama. When Tella and Resttun returned, they were desperate. There was only one other place that the young fae could be. Swiftly, they raced for the bank. Working their way downstream, they found the sodden, unmoving body of Shama. Apparently, just as they were climbing on the bank, Shama slipped, falling back into the shallows. A movement from her splash caused her attention to be distracted from the bank. A fish. If she could catch it, perhaps she could win a new rank in the puppy positions. The middle of the stream was deeper and a lot swifter than it appeared. She was swept off of her paws and hurled underwater. By the time her head reached the surface, she was out of hearing distance. Fatigue and the current had done the rest.
Tella broke. She and Shama were deeply attached and though parents usually drive out their young when they are old enough to survive on their own, it would not have been so between the mother and daughter bond. Often, the mother would whimper in her sleep. She became quiet and somewhat antisocial. When the pack hunted, she was uncoordinated and would often alert the prey of her whereabouts. Soon, the pack had to hunt without her. But during these hard times, still Dekan and Kertin learned. They were taught how to hunt, what to do to keep warm, and many other survival skills they would need.
It wasn't long though, before another member left. Due to the increased amount of stress laid upon her from the Drappa, Nema, and the sickla finally left the pack to wander as a kerl.
Everything began to fall with the coming of winter. Entana was incredibly old, older than the Dragga or Drappa imagined. It wasn't long until her health began to wane until finally, she roamed into the forest alone, never to come back. Each member of the pack took their respects when they found her body. Kertin's eyes were large as he looked down at his nurse. Dekan found it hard to have her gone. Tella was the only she-wolf left in the pack now, and she was growing weaker every passing moment. It was in midwinter when she finally passed on into the heavens. The pups were infinitely upset, everyone around them was dying or leaving them. With that, the final foundation fell. Because there was no Drappa to rule beside him, and because his mate and mother died, Resttun began to wander until he finally left as well. The pack dispersed after that, leaving the two pups to survive on their own. After a few months, each pup went their separate ways too, finding their own path to relieve their grief. Now, Dekan wanders into this place, finally learning how to forget the past and start a new future.
Age: Five and a half months
Appearance: The young varg has a broad face, which appears larger due to the ruff of fur below his tapering ears. He possesses bright, ice blue eyes with flecks with soft, warm gray, which shine yellow-green in the darkness. His chest is narrow, allowing easy travel through the thick snows of the winter. Dekan's fur is thick and fluffy. It’s composed of long guard hairs that repel moisture and a thick, black undercoat for heat. Across his shoulders, the long guard hairs grow incredibly long. During the spring, his coat is slowly beginning to thin. The coloration of his coat is a glossy black.
Personality: Dekan's attitude is usually a placid wolf, though curious and inquisitive as most. Though he is cautious, young Dekan loves to wander around. He is especially warm and loyal to friends, a trustworthy and kind wolf. He loves company as well. Dekan though, has a wild, little daredevil side that cannot refuse an opportunity to explore and is usually apt to get in trouble during these spurts of mischievous thoughts. Extremely active, always up for something to do, Dekan can find many a thing that others would have disregarded. Once friendship and trust is gained, the varg proves to be incredibly honest and loyal, fighting for a friend if he must.
History: It began in a small, earth den at the base of a high ridge with a small copse of trees nearby, and a swift, shallow stream etching its way between the stand of trunks. Five members waited anxiously outside of the shadowed cave mouth. The largest, a beautiful, strong gray was pacing above the den, higher on the hill. His head was lowered, tail limp, panting in anxiety. A few times throughout the night, one varg would wander to close and be welcomed with a threatening snarl, causing them to retreat instantly. Tella gave birth to three pups, two male and one female. As the tired mother returned to the world from the den, she was greeted with a chorus of happy whines and licks from the rest of the pack. She took her mate, Resttun to look at the pups first.
Shama - the youngest and female - was a bushy-eared, amber varg, instantly resembling her mother, Tella. Kertin was the oldest and biggest. His pelt appeared to be a darker tans than his sister's, the fur along his neck and spine already an inky gray. Dekan was the second born brother, soft amber like his sister.
Entana was the first to see; of course it was her right as the eldest member of the group. Her tail was raised proudly as she gazed down at her son's new family. Oaken, the beta male was aloud a peek of the pups. His eyes were proud as he congratulated Tella and Resttun. Jep saw next. He was a subordinate, well liked, though quiet. He merely nodded to each parent though his tail fanned the air. Nema was last to see, being the sickla. Her eyes were as big as Tor when she is greatest in the sky as she stared down in awe at the little bundles of life. Joyous songs fluttered on the cool air the entire night. Entana's high pitch reeling in the night, Omen’s deep bass balancing her high notes. Jep's voice soared, though he talked little, his tune was nearly perfect. Nama's voice was like the gurgling stream, soft and melodic. Tella's own howls tore into the heavens, guided by the wonderful miracle. Resttun was like Omen’s, though his seemed richer and filled a little more with life.
The wonderful little pack could not have been happier, and life went on. As time passed, the pups began to grow. Shama began growing into a sleek, silver she-pup. Small as she was, she was full of life and spice, sassy sometimes, but always pleasurable. Kertin's coat remained true to his birth pelt. He was the darkest of any in their pack, ranking highest in the pup hierarchy. Kertin had the potential to become a true Dragga, form in peak condition for one so young, with a great talent for leadership. Dekan held the black coloration, though not unusual of a varg, not the traditional hues of a wild wolf. He was like both of his siblings, a pleasure to be around yet great at comprehending the skills needed to survive.
It wasn't long though, until the first foundation for the joyous pack fell, as it will do with every story. No matter how shallow, no matter how slow, water is always a danger to pups. Even the small, gurgling stream that snaked its banks through the copse of trees and through the meadow, for water always travels somewhere.
Shama, Kertin, and Dekan weren't far while the pack rested and their parents hunted. It was only a few feet from the entrance to the den and the stream so the pack felt safe to let them play. The stream was extremely shallow to a full-grown wolf, only soaking the belly fur, not even reaching their backs. But the current was swift, for the area where the pack had settled was at an angle, which gave the flow of the water an advantage. The three were fishing for minnows in the shallows, splashing and playing. It wasn't long until they became tired and lay on the banks, soaking up the sun and panting, ready for a nap. As they began to dry, they began to tell their fishing tales, comparing the best. But it was only two... Kertin and Dekan. When they realized the absence of their sister, they ran to the bank, horrified. Yet she was not in view and they found relief, or at least to a certain extent. Waking the adults, the pack searched for Shama. When Tella and Resttun returned, they were desperate. There was only one other place that the young fae could be. Swiftly, they raced for the bank. Working their way downstream, they found the sodden, unmoving body of Shama. Apparently, just as they were climbing on the bank, Shama slipped, falling back into the shallows. A movement from her splash caused her attention to be distracted from the bank. A fish. If she could catch it, perhaps she could win a new rank in the puppy positions. The middle of the stream was deeper and a lot swifter than it appeared. She was swept off of her paws and hurled underwater. By the time her head reached the surface, she was out of hearing distance. Fatigue and the current had done the rest.
Tella broke. She and Shama were deeply attached and though parents usually drive out their young when they are old enough to survive on their own, it would not have been so between the mother and daughter bond. Often, the mother would whimper in her sleep. She became quiet and somewhat antisocial. When the pack hunted, she was uncoordinated and would often alert the prey of her whereabouts. Soon, the pack had to hunt without her. But during these hard times, still Dekan and Kertin learned. They were taught how to hunt, what to do to keep warm, and many other survival skills they would need.
It wasn't long though, before another member left. Due to the increased amount of stress laid upon her from the Drappa, Nema, and the sickla finally left the pack to wander as a kerl.
Everything began to fall with the coming of winter. Entana was incredibly old, older than the Dragga or Drappa imagined. It wasn't long until her health began to wane until finally, she roamed into the forest alone, never to come back. Each member of the pack took their respects when they found her body. Kertin's eyes were large as he looked down at his nurse. Dekan found it hard to have her gone. Tella was the only she-wolf left in the pack now, and she was growing weaker every passing moment. It was in midwinter when she finally passed on into the heavens. The pups were infinitely upset, everyone around them was dying or leaving them. With that, the final foundation fell. Because there was no Drappa to rule beside him, and because his mate and mother died, Resttun began to wander until he finally left as well. The pack dispersed after that, leaving the two pups to survive on their own. After a few months, each pup went their separate ways too, finding their own path to relieve their grief. Now, Dekan wanders into this place, finally learning how to forget the past and start a new future.