Post by Keahi on Jan 29, 2015 17:59:30 GMT -5
KEAHI
NICKNAME(S): Keahi, Flame, Fire
PRONUNCIATION: Key-hi
POSITION: Sklavin
BASICS
AGE: 2 Years
GENDER: Male
BREED: Maned Wolf
HEIGHT: 36"
APPEARANCE: A tan/orange wolf with a black mane, pointy ears, and a scar over his right eye. He has long, skinny legs with black sock markings. His eyes are a tawny/orange color, and they are piercing and strong. Although he is a slave, his gaze is not easy to hold. His fangs and claws are small, but what he doesn't have in strength, he makes up for in speed and agility. He has a black mask marking on his face. and his paws are black and small in size. Keahi has black ashy markings that smother in his fur; a lot like what you'd look like after rolling in ashes; his fur texture is soft, and is short in length. His tail is short and bushy, with a black tip, and it dangles in between his long, skinny back legs. Normally, Keahi is hunched over like a hyena, head near the ground while prowling forward.
PERSONALITY
Keahi is very kind, no wolf has ever thought of him as murderous, nor cruel. He enjoys pleasing others, and that is why he would never make an attempt to escape his master. He is smart, clever, and quite fierce when it comes to protecting and obeying his master. His tongue is not sharp; he would not dare snap at orders. However, he has a dark side.Because of an experience as a cub, when he gets bitten on the muzzle, he will fight back viciously. But he can't help it, because to him, experience is important. If you were to ask him about his past, he'd reply with a sharp glance. "I don't wanna talk about it..." But if it was his master who asked, he'd act like he was too busy to hear the question, and move on with his work. If he saw a wolf breaking the law, he would probably go and tell the Alpha, even if his life was threatened.
FATHER: Kemal
MOTHER: Amara
SIBLINGS: Jasur, Kuro, Fangar
HISTORY
Nothing was heard except for the placid breeze that swept gently across the grassy, sunny glade. Two wolves lay in the cool shade of a large willow tree. One of them eyed their surroundings, as if expecting somewolf, while the other lay with her head rested on her front paws. A large, hulky white wolf strode into the clearing with his mighty head held high. His long tail whipped the air gently. When he reached the resting wolves, his ears pricked forward and his eyes softened. His large, soft paw ran along the ground gently, pushing back the moss and revealing moist dirt. He sat down upon the bare ground and leaned forward until he almost touched noses with the laying wolf. The wolf that lay next to her looked sadly up at him, and sighed. “Sir….she is weak. She is near death. I worry for her…” he said casting a depressed glance down at the she-wolf. “You need not worry, Kemal. She will last a few days. That shall give the Shamans time to search for a healing product,” the large wolf replied tenderly, softly running his tongue across the she-wolf’s ear. Kemal closed his eyes tightly. He didn't want to see his beloved mate go. “Savir, I’m not sure the yields will heal her. Giving birth can be quite dangerous….” Kemal barked quietly. Savir edged closer towards Kemal. “My friend, have confidence. She may survive......” Savir replied, trying to calm his old friend. But Kemal narrowed his icy-blue orbs in disapproval. “Yes, but with all due respect sir, even weakness can kill something large and powerful.” Kemal replied. At the den, a small tan/orange pup tumbled outside, 18 moons old, he got lost in the forest and was left to fend for himself. Growing up, he learned how to use herbs, how to kill a porcupine without being harmed, and how to catch large prey using the forest around him. Then he learned the harsh law of his species: He HAD to find a master, because it was pack law, and though it was harsh, he must respect it. But deep down inside, he felt scared. As a pup, his litter mates had mistreated him, Every time he went near a small kill they were eating, they'd bite him on the muzzle, and butt him away with their strong heads. So for Keahi, this slave business didn't seem like something he'd enjoy. No, he thought. I will obey my master, hurt or death. I shall respect pack law, because it 'tis important to my kind.....