Post by noveck on May 2, 2005 18:39:47 GMT -5
Name - Novex
Age - Nine months
Gender - Male
Appearance - The young varg is already better developed than many wolves his age though he is still not yet full grown. The winter months have made him gaunt and lean but as summer and spring arrive, he grows larger from feeding. His powerful, slender legs are well muscled. A strong, gracefull muzzle leads to extremely pale amber eyes and large ears that sit proudly atop his broad skull. His coat is of an ebony shade, thick and glossy when healthy. A bushy tail exerts his inner-most feelings; muscles ripple across his shoulders as he lopes across hills and woodland. Large paws absorb his significant leaps, hardly leaving little but an imprint in their wake.
Personality - Novex is a proud varg though extremely cautious and wary. He is usually quiet, a stealthy putnar and cunning hunter though he must learn a little more before he is truly great. He listens well but will not tolerate weakness of any kind. He does not see the world for friends, instead as companions, not as close as the friendship that many others are gifted with. Novex does not refrain from voicing his opinions when called on to do so and does not care hardly whether he makes another enemy. For him, the more that hates him, the less he has to please.
History - When the pup was young, almost five months, he nearly met his death when a stampede had gone wrong. At this early stage, he was learning quickly how to hunt and was often inspired by his dominant father and mother. It was the fourth or fifth hunting trip that he and his two sisters had been on. This was positively going to be the best, the children were to come out during the hunt to help the adults instead of waiting along for the end to come. Each were excited. But Novex, planning to show his pack just what he was capable of, slunk off on his own to catch a few rabbits as they waited for a member to catch up from the den.
Unsuccessful, the ebony varg padded back sullenly to where they had been waiting, just in time to hear the hunting call of his father and mother. The high pitches of his two little sisters, the deep bay of the beta male, two bell like calls weaving about one another for the subordinate members that remained, and a high, soft call for the sickla of the pack. Excitedly, young Novex replied with his own seemingly perfect pitch, content with his own voice and personally believing it to be the best. Quickly, he padded on to where he had heard the called issued from. But something held him from going any further, a strange rumbling that echoed from his paws to the tip of his ears. Then, he saw it. Coming right toward him was a group of herla, running blindly with fear. Novex bared his little teeth and growled but as the lead deer drew nearer, he turned and fled. It hardly registered in his little mind when he felt the shaking begin to fade. Evidently, his snarl had impressed the lera and they too had turned and fled, unwilling to be caught by more wolves.
Novex ran until he could run no more, his legs buckling beneath him as he stopped to catch his breath. He lay where he had fallen, panting hard and paws searing with pain from the harsh terrain he had covered with great speed. After a while he stood and began to search for his pack. His calls were answered with silence and he wandered, unknowingly, away from his pack. Endless miles made him hard, especially the cold and bitter winter that came. It brought nothing but death to Novex and he wished for the end. But spring returned and with it, Novex is gaining his strength, becoming the handsome young varg he had been, though grown and more mature than he once was.
Age - Nine months
Gender - Male
Appearance - The young varg is already better developed than many wolves his age though he is still not yet full grown. The winter months have made him gaunt and lean but as summer and spring arrive, he grows larger from feeding. His powerful, slender legs are well muscled. A strong, gracefull muzzle leads to extremely pale amber eyes and large ears that sit proudly atop his broad skull. His coat is of an ebony shade, thick and glossy when healthy. A bushy tail exerts his inner-most feelings; muscles ripple across his shoulders as he lopes across hills and woodland. Large paws absorb his significant leaps, hardly leaving little but an imprint in their wake.
Personality - Novex is a proud varg though extremely cautious and wary. He is usually quiet, a stealthy putnar and cunning hunter though he must learn a little more before he is truly great. He listens well but will not tolerate weakness of any kind. He does not see the world for friends, instead as companions, not as close as the friendship that many others are gifted with. Novex does not refrain from voicing his opinions when called on to do so and does not care hardly whether he makes another enemy. For him, the more that hates him, the less he has to please.
History - When the pup was young, almost five months, he nearly met his death when a stampede had gone wrong. At this early stage, he was learning quickly how to hunt and was often inspired by his dominant father and mother. It was the fourth or fifth hunting trip that he and his two sisters had been on. This was positively going to be the best, the children were to come out during the hunt to help the adults instead of waiting along for the end to come. Each were excited. But Novex, planning to show his pack just what he was capable of, slunk off on his own to catch a few rabbits as they waited for a member to catch up from the den.
Unsuccessful, the ebony varg padded back sullenly to where they had been waiting, just in time to hear the hunting call of his father and mother. The high pitches of his two little sisters, the deep bay of the beta male, two bell like calls weaving about one another for the subordinate members that remained, and a high, soft call for the sickla of the pack. Excitedly, young Novex replied with his own seemingly perfect pitch, content with his own voice and personally believing it to be the best. Quickly, he padded on to where he had heard the called issued from. But something held him from going any further, a strange rumbling that echoed from his paws to the tip of his ears. Then, he saw it. Coming right toward him was a group of herla, running blindly with fear. Novex bared his little teeth and growled but as the lead deer drew nearer, he turned and fled. It hardly registered in his little mind when he felt the shaking begin to fade. Evidently, his snarl had impressed the lera and they too had turned and fled, unwilling to be caught by more wolves.
Novex ran until he could run no more, his legs buckling beneath him as he stopped to catch his breath. He lay where he had fallen, panting hard and paws searing with pain from the harsh terrain he had covered with great speed. After a while he stood and began to search for his pack. His calls were answered with silence and he wandered, unknowingly, away from his pack. Endless miles made him hard, especially the cold and bitter winter that came. It brought nothing but death to Novex and he wished for the end. But spring returned and with it, Novex is gaining his strength, becoming the handsome young varg he had been, though grown and more mature than he once was.