Post by Xane;; on Aug 24, 2012 17:45:32 GMT -8
Name: Sabino
Gender: Male
Age: 7 months
Type: White wolf
Pack: Northern
Rank: Pack member
Items: Wings, gala eyes, exotic coat, tail sword. Power eyes (3800)
Appearance: 255 words
He is still a pup, so his height is similar to that of an average pup height. Although one noticeable trait about his body stature is his thin frame and longer legs. His weight is a little above normal. This is because of his growing wings and the muscles under his thin bodied appearance. His muzzle is a little slimmer and his ears are a little taller. His head is more similar to the appearance of a fox. But bigger. As he is a wolf.
His coat is anything but average. The only thing average about him is the white that covers his back, stomach, neck, sides and parts of his face. The remaining parts of his pelt is a vibrant purple. this includes his legs, muzzle, tips of his ears and the top part of his tail.
His additional features include his wings and his spiked tail. His wings are still in the growing phases, but the most known detail about them is they are feathered and also purple like his coat. A few white specks here and there. But not much will be known about his wings until full growth. His spiked tail is his defense mostly. He uses it when being attacked or hunting. The spikes come out mid way of his tail and to the tip. They are five inches in length, and they are A white color. Easy to miss when in a blind furry attack. If he turns out like his father, they will get bigger.
Temperament: 292 words
When it comes to pack life, he is distant most of the time. He sticks to himself and family, aside from that one close friend he attaches too. When growing up in his old pack he was frequently made fun of because of his feminine coat. Because of this he is easily offended. His attacked are comparable to a porcupine being trapped in a corner. They are in defense only, and if he is irritated or bugged. He does not hesitate when it come to swinging his tail into the side of ones profile.
Pack pride wasn't in his vocabulary when growing up. For him being mocked at as much as he had been he had a different view of his pack. First come, first serve was his way. When eating with others after a pack hint, he was pushed around because he was too "girly" to stick up for himself. Because of that, he often picked up fights to prove he wasn't as they claimed. When it came to feeding time with other pups he asserted his dominance as a male and snapped at whoever came close to him. Or even if they weren't doing anything, he would turn and fight them in an instance.
His temperament is usually short fused when it comes to his appearance. He isn't afraid to step on paws or bite through ears to get it through anyone that he isn't as feminine as his pelt proceeds. Even as the day he was leaving he was tormented because he couldn't "handle the heat". When he ran from his pack, he left with a cold heart. He isn't sure if it will change, but no pup should have to live with a cold heart on their own.
History: 1559 words
His birth pack was a power pack of wolves that fought wolves who had created packs around the giant lakes. It's far from where he is now, but it's not that long of a distance for wholes who fly. The leader of his pack had twisted ways of breeding. He didn't want to have him be the only breeder, as his pack would never grow to how big it had become. He had his pack mates breed as well. But the one rule about breeding, they could only breed if one of the two parents had wings. He enjoyed winged wolves, as he used the, for scouting out territory and other packs. For the wolves who did not bare wings, they had the privilege of grunt work. They attacked the other packs after a scouting.
In the pack there was a tall, muscular winged male. All the females went to him for breeding. But his mother was the only exception. She was always displeased with his attitude and smug remarks. Instead she found herself in love with a different scouting wolf. He was smaller than him, and not as muscular. But he was kind hearted. A noble wolf. She loved that about him. The oddly colored lavender female had found the male she wanted to mate with in the future.
What did he think of this? He enjoyed her company. They had become friends. He had always watched her back on land and sky missions and during battle. He watched over her and protected her. His coat was brown and white. His feather wings were speckled at the ridges and bore a bold white stripe a couple feet from the tips of his wings. Whatever wasn't white, it was a sparrow brown. The two of them eventually spoke to the pack leader. From there, they had gained permission to mate. And they did.
One painful night and three newborns later, she smiled at their work. One lavender female and one tan female. The last one was their winged son. At the time his wings were nonexistent, and his coat was also lavender. But they would quickly find those two traits were going to change.
After they had opened their eyes that's when their traits began to show. He had begun to form bumps over his shoulders and his lavender color had started turning darker. His siblings also turned darker shades of colors. When time came for them to be around the other pups of the new pack generation, that's when it all began. That's when they mocked him for his feminine color. The hate in his heart had begun early in life.
"Hey, have any of you seen kula and her two sisters?" the first born; by a few minutes, of the new generation piped up. The others laughed at his joke. Kula and fria huffed, "I only have one sister, got it hawk?" her growled. He laughed, "yeah, right! You all look like girls to me!" he laughed as he turned away to go play elsewhere. The others followed. His sisters turned to face him, she growled and knocked him towards the ground. He whined and looked up at her, "w-what was that for?" he stuttered. She stood over him, "you really have to stick up for yourself Sabino! I can't keep doing this for you!" her voice was stern. Fria nodded in agreement with kula. "You never give me a chance to talk!" he barked back. "Then next time... You do it!" she got off of him and turned around, "come on fria..." the lavender female followed after their "older" sister. He propped himself and and stared at the ground, "just wait... When I get older, I'll look like dad... And I'll have my wings!" he slowly moved the bumps above his shoulders, "I'll show them... I'll show all of them!"
As time went on kula and fria stuck up for him. As the weeks went by his color progressively grew more and more dark purple. His bumps hadn't progressed much, but they were bigger now. And he was being mocked more than ever. "Hey fria, where is kula and sabrina?" he laughed, the others laughed with him. She rolled her eyes, "how many times do we have to tell you, it's sa-bin-o, or cam your tiny brain not comprehend that?" the other stared in awe at her comeback. She had become the brains of the three. Kula had shown herself to be more headstrong and the leader of them. And him? He was still quiet and hopeful. But that was about to change.
The weeks had quickly turned into months. Now four months have rolled around. "Mom, fria and I are going out for territory work... You better defend yourself, I don't want to come back to you whining at moms paws!" kula growled, it sent him into an submissive halt to the ground. "A-alright kula..." he swallowed nervously. As this would be the first time for him being alone. Unfortunately, there weren't many grunt wolves in this generation, only four of the eleven had gone on this trip with parents. And what made it more unfortunate was hawk wasn't one of them.
"Well, well, well... Where are your sisters Sabrina? Did they leave you all alone?" hawk had decided to do the tormenting early. "My name isn't S-Sabrina! It's Sabino!" his ears laid against his fur. The dark brown whelp laughed. "Sorry, but isn't Sabino and boys name?" one of his hence men shouted from the crowd of pups. Everyone laughed. He was all alone and out in the open. He could feel his blood rising. "Your wings haven't even sprouted yet!" he pointed out and kicked his laws underneath him. He turned around and fluttered his tiny wings. The other scout pups had begun forming as well. It was just perfect for him to be the late bloomer. "Sabrina is a pretty little girl, isn't she hawk?" one of them mocked. He sat back up and closed his eyes, he tried to imagine his coat being brown like his dads. But it never worked. Their calls broke his concentration of shutting them out. His paws began to dig into the ground. The calls, he couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm... Not... A girl!" he shouted. His eyes opened and his iris's were a lime green. The calls simmered down. "What's your problem, girl?" he was testing his limits. And he had already broke them. "I'm not a girl, hawk! Back off!" he shouted once more. He stood up and dug his claws into the ground. He could feel the power raging. This is what he needed. He felt a tingle in his tail. But he ignored it. "Why? Is the pretty little girl going to hurt me?" he laughed. The others chuckled in uncertainty. "That's it!" his call was to be herd amongst the other adult wolves in the pack clearing. They stopped and stared at the commotion.
He felt his pack legs pushed him off the ground. He quickly felt his paws pushing into the fur of his enemy. The fight had begun. They two rolled around and the dirt. If it weren't for their leaders sick sense of humor, the fight our have been broken by now. He moved quick and swiftly around the bigger pup. Every time he sunk his small teeth into his coat, he heard small whimpers. And before he had a chance to get a scratch in him he was already moving away for another attack. He felt the power in his tail grow before he felt a piercing pain. He yelped, then he noticed the looks on the adults faces. He knocked hawk to the ground to give him time to examine what had changed. His eyes were fixed on the small set of spikes on his tail. He grinned. "Get up hawk!" he barked. The larger pup glared and stood up, "you'll be sorry I did!" as the pup ran to make a poorly though out attack, he grinned. "No... You will!" he saw the blank expression of his face before he swiftly turned around. The cries of his victim shot tingles of pleasure through him. This must be what it's like to bully. The other wolves interfered, separating the two. The group had grown from the return of the grunt lessons. His mother and sisters grabbed him from the group and pulled him away.
From that point on, he was called by his real name. And he made sure no other pup would forget it. He fought any chance he could to prove his dominance. His sisters were proud of him, of course. And his wings finally began to form.
A couple months after the ordeal during a grunt mission he slipped away to find them in surprise. To show the others he didn't need help to be out on his own. Unfortunately, he had bitten off more than he could chew with this mission. He found him self wandering for and he wouldn't find his way back. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. He had managed to survive off of small prey and hiding. But now the seven month old has found himself surrounded by scents of all sorts. Packs! And maybe one will take him in... He can definitely prove his worthiness now...