Post by Drathlic on Sept 9, 2005 8:25:54 GMT -5
Name - Drathlic
Age - 9-10 weeks (at the present moment)
Origin - Orignally came from the South, well - within the forest of Transylvania, but the far south of it anyway.
Species - Timber Wolf
Appearance - For a puppy he has a genrally grizzly grey coat with a reddish tinge to the hairs and his head, which is fast turning from puppy fur to adult pelt is a much richer copper colour with slight markings round his eyes. Strange as it is, his eyes are actually a pale blue coloyr rather than a strong ember colour.
Personality - Easy going, friendly, enjoys meeting new vargs and likes the company of others. Longs to be part of a pack and to be cared for. Fears the raven above most things (explained in History) and wishes nothing more than the death of all Balkar varg - yet has sense to fear them for their power and strength.
History - Born into a litter of only two surviving cubs, Drathlic swiftly became the runt of the two, hated by his brother and always beaten down when it came to feeding or playing. However, this never put the youngster down, for he always consoled within his brother and spoke to him like an equal - ignoring the fact that he would be put down and mocked...only naturally.
His brother's name was Kane, and his father's favourite. Always had his father loved his brother more than he, and this was what hurt him the most. His mother however loved and lavished him with her heart - though he knew truly that his brother was still the one they had most hope for.
Seeing as their parents were lone Kerls trying to make a pack of their own, and of course first time parents, they would often leave the cubs alone without a sitter and go off to hunt - which Drath always feared - for it always meant being a few wolves short of their small pack. And knowing that Kane would take these oppertunities to bully him, it didn't help much.
Though one day, when it took only a while longer than usual for both parents to return, Drath was shocked to witness his mother return alone, wounded and bloody. Her tassel was held unusually low and her ears pinned back in terror.
He tried to consol her of course, both Kane and himself - it was the first time that he had seen true fear in both his mother and brother, for they had always been so strong.
Though his mother only ignored the two of them, wandering away after checking them and falling to the earth not far off from the den's entrance. Kane and Drath withdrew to the saftey of their den and slept that night alone - hoping to wake up and see that it had all been but a bd dream, only to discover the shredded corpse of their mother where she'd fallen, a shimmering black raven aloft her body staring, beady eyed, at the two terrified pups.
From shear fear, Drathlic ran away from the den, leaving his stunned brother back at the den. He ran till his tiny legs were numb with pain and his chest was fit to burst...then it all just seems a little blurry...
Age - 9-10 weeks (at the present moment)
Origin - Orignally came from the South, well - within the forest of Transylvania, but the far south of it anyway.
Species - Timber Wolf
Appearance - For a puppy he has a genrally grizzly grey coat with a reddish tinge to the hairs and his head, which is fast turning from puppy fur to adult pelt is a much richer copper colour with slight markings round his eyes. Strange as it is, his eyes are actually a pale blue coloyr rather than a strong ember colour.
Personality - Easy going, friendly, enjoys meeting new vargs and likes the company of others. Longs to be part of a pack and to be cared for. Fears the raven above most things (explained in History) and wishes nothing more than the death of all Balkar varg - yet has sense to fear them for their power and strength.
History - Born into a litter of only two surviving cubs, Drathlic swiftly became the runt of the two, hated by his brother and always beaten down when it came to feeding or playing. However, this never put the youngster down, for he always consoled within his brother and spoke to him like an equal - ignoring the fact that he would be put down and mocked...only naturally.
His brother's name was Kane, and his father's favourite. Always had his father loved his brother more than he, and this was what hurt him the most. His mother however loved and lavished him with her heart - though he knew truly that his brother was still the one they had most hope for.
Seeing as their parents were lone Kerls trying to make a pack of their own, and of course first time parents, they would often leave the cubs alone without a sitter and go off to hunt - which Drath always feared - for it always meant being a few wolves short of their small pack. And knowing that Kane would take these oppertunities to bully him, it didn't help much.
Though one day, when it took only a while longer than usual for both parents to return, Drath was shocked to witness his mother return alone, wounded and bloody. Her tassel was held unusually low and her ears pinned back in terror.
He tried to consol her of course, both Kane and himself - it was the first time that he had seen true fear in both his mother and brother, for they had always been so strong.
Though his mother only ignored the two of them, wandering away after checking them and falling to the earth not far off from the den's entrance. Kane and Drath withdrew to the saftey of their den and slept that night alone - hoping to wake up and see that it had all been but a bd dream, only to discover the shredded corpse of their mother where she'd fallen, a shimmering black raven aloft her body staring, beady eyed, at the two terrified pups.
From shear fear, Drathlic ran away from the den, leaving his stunned brother back at the den. He ran till his tiny legs were numb with pain and his chest was fit to burst...then it all just seems a little blurry...
