Post by kvothe on Apr 25, 2015 23:48:44 GMT -5
Kaff
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PRONUNCIATION:k-aff
POSITION: Sklavin
Basics
AGE: 1.5
GENDER: two spirit
BREED: Indian Wolf
HEIGHT: 28in.
Appearance
A spindly thing on four legs, this young wolf presents himself with a bold face. Dark rims outlining gold colored eyes protect them from the suns glare in the drier areas he tends to prefer. A sleek and well groomed animal, he is a slim and handsome wolf for all his scent and appearence a male but his movement and carriage belie his ambivalence of gender.
A deep mud colored coat lending towards dark colors on his back merging with soft tan on his belly, the tips of his ears and tail are capped in cream. His four large paws are socked in the same cream, his tail and head often lifted with a presence of status but he is oft quick to reveal his place when pressured.
He is strong in the shoulder and thick of chest, but his smaller size and build lend him towards speed rather than complete brute strength. He is not burly by any means, but his demeanor and chanllenging ways are larger than his size. This has awarded him with numerous scars dotting his body in enough places to ensure he should have learned his place by now, but still, he has room for more.
Personality
As wily and cunning as any woman, Kaff is male though himself identifies as female. He is sklavin by birth, but that does not mean he enjoys the position, though he is by nature an omega wolf. Quiet to the point of nearly mute, when he speaks, his words are what is necessary, be they harsh, but always the truth. He takes orders around 60 to 80 percent to the letter, he will go along with what he is told out of fear of his life, but his master had better be specific. "Watch the kids." Of course, Master, I will watch them run over this cliff.
Kaff enjoys few liberties in life, his freedom having always been limited. He relishes the few breaks handed his way, spending them staring into the distant hills, longing to run far and away from his imposed prison. He would thoroughly enjoy a free-roaming dominor, not held to any one area or pack, longing for the chance to run as he is oft to do. He runs not to escape his position, as he has been hunted down enough times to know he can never escape, but he runs for the simple joy of it, when he can.
As males are oft to fight, to defend their territories, and desire power, and to mate; Kaff has little interest in much of these. He is happy to mind the pups, and where a female may not always be in heat, Kaff is more than happy to undertake the passions of his master, should they be so inclined. His strong body more a blessing than a curse, he will protect what he cares about, and shoulders the burden of what he is required to carry. He does not mind doing the simple chores, but he could just as well fight for his master.
Kaff occasionally oversteps his rank. While he would make a fine omega and he does not long for power, he does still respect the freedom to travel and do as they please of the free roaming wolves. He asks, never begs. Appologizes, but does not grovel. He pees when he is scared, but does not lick the muzzle of the one holding him down, only whining for forgiveness.
History
FATHER:Deceased
MOTHER:Deceased
SIBLINGS:Deceased
A small pack, the beginnings of greatness. At least in the mind of their dominor. Desiring numbers, he took made a skavlin out of a displaced Freior woman who had lost her pack due to hostilities between neighbors. Unwillingly mating her, Kaff and his two sisters were soon born. Their mother, hating her force mated mate and master, never the less felt the natural mothering instincts. She tried to nuture all three, but Kaff's sisters were not strong enough to survive the late fall into winter they were born in. Their dominor father believed she had neglected them, beating her to within inches of her life, taking Kaff even before he was fully weaned and moving on.
Unchancy at best, Kaff survived hale and strong, but never respected and always under the paw of his controlling father. The pack had very few members, and Kaff, the slave, was feminized often by the pack, and never praised though he tried to be a good son. As befit a wolf of such a nature as his father, the Dominor and his pack failed in claiming lands, Kaff was collected, won by blood and found a new pack. Here he was treated far superior to what he had been, but the damage was done. Kaff learned to respect life and appreciate his own, learned new things and understanding in what it meant to really be a wolf, they could not change who he was and abandoned him to the auktions. He has become accustomed to such treatment, he does not expect any more out of life. He has low expectations of his future, but he will survive, if only to watch the next pack fail and maybe he will even laugh as they die.
MOTHER:Deceased
SIBLINGS:Deceased
A small pack, the beginnings of greatness. At least in the mind of their dominor. Desiring numbers, he took made a skavlin out of a displaced Freior woman who had lost her pack due to hostilities between neighbors. Unwillingly mating her, Kaff and his two sisters were soon born. Their mother, hating her force mated mate and master, never the less felt the natural mothering instincts. She tried to nuture all three, but Kaff's sisters were not strong enough to survive the late fall into winter they were born in. Their dominor father believed she had neglected them, beating her to within inches of her life, taking Kaff even before he was fully weaned and moving on.
Unchancy at best, Kaff survived hale and strong, but never respected and always under the paw of his controlling father. The pack had very few members, and Kaff, the slave, was feminized often by the pack, and never praised though he tried to be a good son. As befit a wolf of such a nature as his father, the Dominor and his pack failed in claiming lands, Kaff was collected, won by blood and found a new pack. Here he was treated far superior to what he had been, but the damage was done. Kaff learned to respect life and appreciate his own, learned new things and understanding in what it meant to really be a wolf, they could not change who he was and abandoned him to the auktions. He has become accustomed to such treatment, he does not expect any more out of life. He has low expectations of his future, but he will survive, if only to watch the next pack fail and maybe he will even laugh as they die.