Jäkel

[Jäkel]

.NAME-- Jäkel [Jackl]
.SOBRIQUET-- Jäk, Jä-Jä...
.AGE-- pup
.GENDER-- female
.KINSHIP-- Talien, Zynik, Absinthe
.VIGNETTE-- an average wolf pup she is still round, having not yet lost the puppy-fat obtained from being pampered. she is still proportioned correctly and has hit no major growth spurts so she remains in her stunted state. her eyes are a dark blue hue with flecks of jade around her pupils. her fur color is a gray tone with flecks of tangerine that hide patches of almost white fur and promise to lighten.
.TRAITS-- pushy, shallow, naive might be some of her less desirable traits. she gets over-excited at times and might ignore one's opinions if they are not desirable to her wishes. she loves to play however and enjoys honing her skills. she has an obsession with small unimportant things and will horde those things (such as rocks, twigs, wings, carcasses, etc.) once she knows you and decides to like you she can be loyal and protective.

[Jäkel]

.SAMPLE--
The clouds had just ceased their weeping and the ground was covered in a myriad of puddles as evidence of this event. The limbs of various trees were rubbing against one another as if to keep warm and creating a hiss that seemed to go on forever. Only a few rays of sunlight penetrated the still overcast sky above and because of this it was quite cool out; a welcome change to a wary traveler. This particular wanderer of the forest happened to be a Varg, a puppy not yet familiar with the trials life presented.

"Darn tears. Why'da clouds gotta be so dumb? I mean they can't stop crying..." Jäkel hissed, picking up her muddied front paw and glowering heavenward. She shook her head and continued on her uncertain way. The pup had been at this for a while today, wandering a bit before stopping to glare at the clouds and complain a bit before forgetting the little episode. As she did now; the past few moments seemed to have vanished from her mind and she trod blissfully 'pon the muddied earth. Her gray tail she held high as if a banner to warn an opposing army of her coming. The 'army', however, was in fact a small troop of birds which the Varg happened to spot before they took wing. Immediately Jäkel crouched and tensed. The flying creatures were situated just out of her reach on what appeared to be the lowest branch. This little fact seemed to have a difficult time penetrating her thick skull as she continued to stalk them one step at a time.

The creatures seemed to taunt her, twittering carelessly while she waited below. Her orbs followed their movements and tried to decide what her next move should be. That was decided for her as one twig snapped effortlessly beneath her still tender pads and sent the birds exploding into the canopy. Jäkel frowned and sat, her rump collecting mud and grit, similar to her paws and legs. Her pink tongue fluttered out and began to clean her 'injured' paw. "A war-wound. Papa'd be happy...Yeah, me and a war-wound." Jäkel grinned then, as if suddenly realizing the ground was still wet she shot up. "Don't see why you'll all have ta keep crying...Cry-babies..." Snarling and shaking her head, war-wound forgotten, she began on her way again this time picking up her paws and setting them back down gently.

Not far from where the birds had been resting she came upon a rather gloomy looking bird. It might've been down in the dumps because it was dead, but Jäkel highly doubted that. In high-spirits once again the unkempt Varg sidled over to the beast and sniffed it. "Pee-yew." Her voice was hardly audible and was quickly taken and smooshed into nothingness soon thereafter. But the scent of rotting flesh hardly deterred this determined traveler and she bent her head and opened her muzzle to scoop up the thing. Jäkel closed her jaws gently over the corpse as if to protect it from harm, lot of good that'd do it, and stalked over to a nearby tree. She began to make herself comfortable on her stomach, once more paying no heed to the tear-stained earth. Once settled she placed the chick on her paws and began to gaze at it almost lovingly. Her eyes darted up suddenly and she emitted a warning growl. No one, no one was gonna take this, it was her find, her treasure.

[Jäkel]

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