Post by ƹƪæs†r on Jun 2, 2009 0:23:49 GMT -5
Here's the day you hoped would never come
Name: Elaestr
Alias: Eli, Styr
Sex: Male
Age: Four and a half
Breed: Grey Wolf
Eye color: Hazel
Don't feed me violins
Build: Long and tall. Rather lanky but with ample food can fill out and look stocky enough.
Fur color: Black. Lightens out to dark brown in the summer.
Fur length: Long.
texture: Doesn't tangle easily but usually has burrs in it. It's very fine but thick. He gets hot in the summer and doesn't seem to loose enough of it with shedding.
Height: 28 inches
Length: 55 inches
Weight:
Healthy;; 72 lbs
Unhealthy;; 54 lbs
Overall look: As tall as he is, he almost always appears smaller because of his submissive posture. His rugged appearance gives him the advantage of appearing ferocious to younger wolves, but strong, older wolves cannot be fooled. They approach him without the same fear. Caution, but not fear. His coat makes him warm in the summer, but well insulated in the winter. He blends well in beds of rocks and under trees, but in a meadow he sticks out like a sore thumb.
Other: When he was young, Elaestr was hunting and found a most delicious looking buck. It was a fascinating creature, with a huge rack of antlers and a graceful body poised motionless in fear. He was about to attack when out of the blue, the deer attacked HIM! He fled, yapping with pain, but the deer left a message he'd never forget. A large scar on his left thigh. It's not wide, but is deep where the sharp antler embedded in the flesh. He would never mess with an aged buck again. It was young, sick, and female for him from now on.
just run with me through rows of speeding cars.
History:
Has it really been four years? How time passes, changing and morphing to allow only more life to fill in the gaps and doorways. How will this hollow, half-finished room look at death? Will it seem complete, with four sides, secure and strong? Or will it be a crumbling open mess, with nothing accomplished or achieved? Elaestr has hopes, dreams, just as anyone does. He just happens to be in a bad position to fulfill any. It upsets him that what characterizes life, a mate, pups, at least love, they've never come across him.
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He was born into a pack that lived dangerously close to the humans, and just as was feared, they were scattered across the land when the humans came to 'thin out the population'. Luckily, the pups were several months old and were able to follow their mother away from the catastrophe. His mother was able to find another pack in the shaded protection of the woods. Under the nurturing care of the pack, they all grew into young wolves, ready to set out on their own. Elaestr was last to leave, lingering in his doubt. All he heard of the world had only been of horrible humans, and he knew outside of the close knit families of the group food would be scarce. Curiosity forced him out into the open, tickling at his thoughts until finally he headed east, to find his own home.
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That was two years ago. Wandering as a loaner, learning the brutish reality of wolves and humans alike. What the madness of hunger searing at their bellies, and the fight for land has done to his fellow lupines.
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The papercuts the cheating lovers
Personality:
. . .
With eyes that have been habitually taught to look down, to be submissive. He's keen on survival, not to fight for something he might just loose to another wolf. He rarely meets other wolves, at the slightest indication of another in the vicinity, he flees. And what hurts the most, is when he does and the male is with it's mate. He sees the expression on her face, the disgust at such a fearful wolf, the someone she'd never choose in a lifetime. Rolling to show his belly, most would leave with a warning snarl. And he'd be safe. But just one more time. Just once more given the mercy he begged on his paws for.
. . .
Where was his dignity?! Hidden away, locked within his soul for the chance of survival. And finally, he knew. He knew that without it, he was no wolf. He was not even a weak one. He was a scrawny thing brushing dust from the ground with no purpose. That would all change here. Elaestr had taken an oath, to be what he dreamed, or at least to gain back what had been stripped from him. And for the first time in his life, he longed for a pack. Not even his own, he just wanted to be in a family, no matter how large or small. One day he would make his own, but for now, he craved the safety and warmth of a home.
. . .
As a wolf of four years, he has seen much. But not enough. Still inexperienced and ignorant, he has much to learn. Elaestr, beneath the hardy shell, has a heart as sweet as honeysuckle, and a potent voice to match. And he searches, night and day, dawn to dusk, for the sweet harmony of Eros, calling him forward into the arms of his fantasies.
. . .
The coffee's never strong enough
