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Post by nighty on Feb 29, 2008 21:53:14 GMT -5
Full Name: Moth
Breed: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
Height: 30 Inches
Gender: Masculine
Age: 3 Years
Appearance: Moth's kind has a specialized body that makes it one of the world's most efficient hunters. His thick, long limbs are proportionally built for traveling through rough terrain such as deep snow or the edges of cliffs. Their deep chest hosts large lungs, letting him breathe more efficiently, and allowing it to exert huge amounts of stamina while traveling. His powerful neck is a very important adaptation: it has to be strong to support the wolf's large head and is crucial for bringing down prey. (Information from the least reliable source in the world: Wikipedia)
His body is painted shades of white, deep gray and speckled with black, his crown and ears are dyed with a deep chestnut that seem to burn in intense shadows. He has a lighter chestnut stripe down his muzzle that continues under his chin and along his chest before fading into his white ruff. His back is a blanket of a mixture of storm clouds and his tail is crested in the same deep shades that mark his crown. He has long, powerfully built legs, but he is smaller than average for his breed, a runt you may say, but he's simply small for his type.
Personality: Moth is very quite and brooding. He says little and for the longest time was believed mute, and although he does not often give his opinion, his voice is beautiful when he sings to his mistress and lady the moon. He is not shy, but prefers to be on his own, he is a loner who was never allowed to be free of his bondage. He is not proud or vain, but instead Moth is gracious, kind, loyal to an extreme, courageous and extremely brave.
For all his silence moth is extremely intelligent and observant. He is always watching and always listening, not to the point that he is nosy, but to the point where is protected from plots that may be concocted to bring down a monarchy, for which he will not stand. His devout loyalty is shown always in his will to report to his Lord or Lady of anything that should threaten their position.
Although reserved, Moth can be a lover, if only given the chance.
History: Hell, he's known nothing but ridicule his entire life. He was small, the only one of his litter (he couldn't be called runt), he was an extreme disappointment to his father and therefor unloved for the most part. While the other pups were rowdy, rambunctious, troublesome, playful and noise Moth was the opposite. He would watch warily as the others played and would stay silent during their antics of exploring their new found voices, that was when the real insult was spoken: that Moth was a mute. None would challenge or prove it, for the pup refused to speak and went without doing so for almost a year, before he finally gave his silent input.
Through his listening and watching, Moth had become aware of a plot to bring down the alpha, his father, and although he held no love for his donor, he would not allow the hierarchy to be brought down. He exposed the plot in a few quite sentences before standing passively with the others, giving gestures in response, he would not speak for idol questions. Eventually this silence led to his exile, for he refused to answer the alpha, his donor, when he was questions for his periodic absences. The young gentleman set out in search of a new master to serve, one that might appreciate his abilities more than those who come to fear what they do not understand.
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Slave
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