Post by Moose on Feb 21, 2017 2:58:50 GMT -8
Name: Moose
Age: Four
Gender:Male
Pelt Description: Moose is a large- but not bulky- male wolf. His thick shaggy coat is multicolored, but mainly features the various shades of brown, from creamy mocha colors to the dark shade of pine bark. His muzzle is a lighter shade while his forehead his a dark brown. His fuzzy ears are an almost blue-black. His eyes are a pretty golden amber color and his nose is jet black.
Personality: When Moose thinks of himself, the only words that come to mind are "just ya average wolf". Moose is very relaxed- known for being calm even in the most chaotic of situations- to the point of near laziness. He believes that things will get done when they get done, and that's eventually. Things aren't worth stressing for him, and that's his motto to life in general. He's incredibly humble, always giving himself less credit even when he's explicitly earned the praise.
Being as calm as he is, it's not all to easy to get him excited over things. Though, not being excitable doesn't mean that he's depressed. No no, Moose is quite a happy fellow. He just happens to be extremely mellow. Because of his carefree attitude, he is typically used as a mediator by his pack- especially when an argument gets heated. This isn't exactly free to the pack as his blistering lack of punctuality and initiative can cause him to mooch off his peers at times- though he really means no harm and is rather dependable when it comes to his own job.
As a wolf, he is a social creature. It should be noted however that he doesn't typically go out of his way to meet and greet or socialize. Being off to the side enjoying himself and lounging is just as good to him as being in the center of a group hearing the latest and juiciest bits of gossip. Which brings us to the fact that he can be quite the gossip whore at times. He loves to be in the know, but typically finds himself out of the loop due to his slow moving and lazy personality. Even though he loves hearing about rumors, he seldom ever shares them with others.
He deeply enjoys lighthearted humor, and shies drastically away from dark humor as he's of the opinion that he's had far too much of that in his life already. Anyone who can make him laugh is a friend in his book. While he appreciates humor, he greatly loves intelligence and diligence, finding himself almost always drawn to wolves who are both smart and industrious in their pack work.
Aside from being a surprisingly unsocial socialite, Moose is extremely loyal. If anything could get him worked up and in a tizzy, it's a member of his pack being hurt. Betrayal is unacceptable regardless of the circumstance. He knows that he would stand with his Alpha Onyx until the reaper himself tore them apart. He searches for this trait in every member of his pack and rejoices when he finds others who are as loyal as himself.
Primary Pack and Rank: NightShade Guardian (applying, but I'm fine with hunter in the meantime)
History: Moose and his ever so dearest slightly younger sister Mouse were born into the same generation as their Alpha. Seeing as they each grew up alongside Onyx (though Onyx was about half a year older than the two), they too witnessed the destruction of the pack they held so dear. Both Moose and Mouse had refused to leave Onyx's side, knowing that they simply had to support him regardless of the possible bloody outcomes.
With their support, they helped to prop up their faltering pack and nursed it back to strength. Though they aren't at their former levels of glory, Moose aspires to tell his future pups of both the catastrophe and the epic climb back to power they had made, that is, if any she-wolf interests him enough to catch his gaze.
When he was younger, just about a year and a half old, a grey female had caught his attention. Her name had been Mist. He found himself falling tail over ears in puppy-love with her. She had been quiet and reserved, deeply infatuated with her job and her job alone. She had always been distant, preferring to hunt rather than pad around the camp or sun herself on a rock. She had always strove to be useful to her pack, and she never took credit for the efforts she made.
One day, in a fit of teenage mischief, Moose had decided that he would follow her on one of her solo hunting trips. He followed her right to the river and watched as she attempted to hunt fish- and by golly she was good at it as well. He found himself mesmerized by how her silver fur cast a reflection across the surface of the river, how it caught tiny droplets of water. He couldn't help himself but let out a nearly silent giggle when she sneezed due to a fish slapping her across the nose.
But then another strange wolf appeared, one who looked sickly and mangy.
And Moose watched her give several of the fish to that wolf.
Shocked wasn't even the correct emotion. Horrified was more in line with how he had felt, betrayed even. His gaze had dropped from the river for several moments as he tried to think over what he had just witnessed. His line of thought came to a sharp end when he found Mist pouncing down on his back. She growled sharply at him, asking what he was doing and what he had seen, pleading that he stay silent.
Why should I? He had asked.
She met him with the explanation that she couldn't bare to see others suffer or starve, so she was doing her best to catch a small bit of food for the elderly wolf he had seen. He felt torn. Morally she was right, but she had helped a wolf who lived outside of the pack lives, a sickly one at that. But he made his decision, one he hoped he wouldn't come to regret.
Teach me how to fish like you.
Taken aback by his choice of not ratting on her, she happily obliged. Over those next six months they became nearly inseparable from one another. She helped him hone his hunting abilities and stop tripping over his own paws when he chased. She taught him how to love nature and enjoy the little things.
But it seemed to him that bright things faded fast.
When he was two years old, he, Mouse, Mist and a few other of his pack mates went out to hunt for Elk, tracking a small sized herd over the course of a few days. The hunt had been going all to plan until a rather panicked elk landed a terrible kick to Mist's neck. She fell and Moose stopped to stand by her side, but she never got back up.
They had taken the Elk down, but it mattered little to him.
Now he hunts because he sees Mist in the leaves of the trees and in the rush of the river. When he runs, she runs along side him. She is the wind in his fur and the soft grass under his paws. She is the moon that lights his night hunts and the sun that warms his bones in the morning.
How did you find us?: I'm just one of Ez's alt accounts <3
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