Heru | Male | | ? ? THE LUCKY ONES

Heru | Male | Aug 23, 2012 20:41:45 GMT -7

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Post by Freedom on Aug 23, 2012 20:41:45 GMT -7

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this love has taken its toll on me

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name • Heru [her-roo]
age • three
gender • male
species • ( wolf )
breed • timber wolf
sexuality • "straight," attracted to females

dominion • xarthen

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personality •

His core is caring, kindly, an all around nice gentleman. Once layers are peeled back however, in consequence to his history, his skin has grown figuratively hard. Order must be kept up and ranks must be rightfully respected. Although in some circumstances, his tall walls shrivel up into despair and all chaos takes over his mind. Mentally, he is very confused when this happens, though he stills holds great wisdom and skill for his age. When this occurs, he will have times when all things that once made elementary sense, will confuse him. Small things of course, such as a certain texture or flower, or even forget words for up to twenty minutes.

When in a pleasant mood, the large canine finds himself almost how he used to be, with an added bit of energy that isn't expected of such a large animal. His manners, as always, are well, but seemingly kinder; although they are the same words, they appear to be far happier. However, when he does get in a mood as playful and gentlemanly as a puppy, it is quite easily slid back into a fowl harsh strict hate with the smallest of pushes. His attitude towards the fairer sex, it complete equality. Although male wolves are usually slightly larger and more masculine, Heru sees females as completely equal unlike many species so it seems. Perhaps it came with knowing his old alpha female and her feminist ways.

Other times, he will find himself stuck in the deepest of depression. Usually, he tends to keep it to himself and transfer it out in waves of anger towards the unruly. Very rarely does he open up and sulk. Even if he does go so low as to sulk, he does it alone. "In secrecy does the warrior only weep." he states if someone catches him in the act. He doesn't try and cover it up most times. What would be the point? Although he seems foolish in some ways, he has a bit of sense in that head of his.

likes •

- swimming
- fishing
- sunbathing
- hunting large prey
- teaching
- respect

dislikes •

- overly happy things
- judgement
- disrespect to high ranking wolves/elders
- anything out of line
- rudeness

weaknesses •

- when hate consumes him
- females sometimes
- strict
- his strong feelings
- little quirks and issues, his whole self

strengths •

- Experience
- A good heart down deep
- Wisdom
- Physically fit and large

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pelt color • black
eye color • yellow with a silver of green in his left eye
height • 32 inches
weight • 170 lb
markings • N/A
scars • a fairly good amount, more than the average. He has a good amount of severe battle scars breaking up his sides and muzzle.

general appearance •

Long slender legs reach out from under his heavy bulk. So contradictory, how could such long spindly legs hold that much? Moving up from those oddly dog-like legs, is his general bulk. You'll see his shoulders tense and ears erect with alertness of his surroundings. Such a large animal, you wouldn't think he'd need to be quite so flighty in stance. His short-haired black coat thickens at the neck, creating a large wolf-mane. Signature of his age and gender. His tail stretches out behind him in a long poof, it's inflexible in nature, but entertaining to watch nonetheless.

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history •

[This was rped out on a separate site] His story reaches back to a time when Heru was kindly, a true wise man with a mate. A fine young she-wolf. They had been together under the law of a feminist alpha she-wolf. It was a small pack, and their leader was rough around the edges. So, as you may imagine, it took a while for Heru to work his way up from an average peasant in a small group, to beta wolf. His mate, of course, came with him to that position. Their alpha female tussled roughly with her betas, she needed them strong and on their toes. For a short period of time, the small quaint pack lived joyfully. One day however, Heru and his mate went down to the large stream to bathe in the afternoon light. He had been thinking about pups all that day and was wondering about what his mate would think of it.

He never did find out.

He called out to her, hopelessly trying to bring her back, he chased her as she ran away from him. From all they had built together. Finally, the large male lost her. His mind was whirling, what had happened? Heat raked over his body as night lay her blanket over the world, his tongue lulled in emotion and warmth. Slowly, he started his trek back to the pack lands, but somehow he knew she wouldn't be there. Tail down, quite uncharacteristic of a beta wolf, the black warrior arrived back home. Quite gladly, his return was un-noticed. And so, not assigned a post or order, he slunk into a bush, horribly confused and hopeless. He felt like a body limp of life. His heart still thrummed madly in his ears even though his fatigue was long gone.

At first his shoulders were tense, his ears alert, his eyes glancing, searching for her, wanting answers. As time passed however, he stopped eating, he grew bitter and broken. He even lashed out at the Alpha. Of course she beat him ruthlessly for it, and he let her, order and rank was more then priority in his mind. His rank was demoted quickly, lower, and lower. Even though he was possibly lowest in the pack by the time the alpha female was done with him, the other pack members dared not to come too close. More cocky wolves would practice their higher ranks over him, but the pack was so small that to do this was almost as bad as snapping at the alpha. They all once respected the skinny black male as highest warrior for miles. It almost felt wrong to treat him lowly.

At such a poor state, the depressed male left. Thinking it would only be best. Somehow he had screwed everything up, nothing made sense anymore. Or rather, he didn't want it to. The black wolf used to have much wisdom for his age, respect, and was a kind gentlemanly brute. Now, he was on his knees, scavenging when he could be hunting, sleeping when he could be bathing, and wondering when he could be protecting young. The loner traveled relentlessly, when one day, the impossible happened. His mate was within view. She stood, lean, a little older then last time. He ran to her and begged her to come back, to answer his questions. When she refused his begging, something snapped inside him. He growled, hackles raised, and growled at her. A deep horrible alpha growl. She would never understand. The she-wolf tried hopelessly to explain herself, and to try and calm him down. She told him that he had changed, she told him that he used to be so respectable, a sweet and wonderful man. He knew all of this, there was no point in telling him.

This time, he ran from her, and she didn't take a step towards him. He ran and ran, only for about a mile. When he stopped, his entire body was tense and his ears alert. He stayed tense until this day, however now, he eats, he hunts, and he fights. As time passes, his boney skinny body turns thick and hard with muscle. The already large black wolf seems to grow larger.
He was still wondering all his lonesome when the floods came pouring. At first he saw it as a blessing from the gods, but as it continued he soon realized the turmoil he found himself in. Unsure, he waded into the water and began paddling around. Soon, land was nowhere to be. Heru found himself thankful for all the time he had spent swimming. For hours and hours, maybe days, weeks, he couldn't really tell, he swam. A dot on the horizon lit up his eyes with new hope. Faster did he swim, eager flashing on his drenched face. It was a beautiful moonlit shore that he first placed his tense paw on. The most beautiful set of land his sore eyes had ever seen.

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roleplay post •

It echoed all around, the silence did. No grasses swayed in the Autumn Breeze. No birds did fly no foals did leap. No fawn rested safely under a dam's loving wing. Not a single Stud could have stopped the ruin from happening. Yet here he stood. A black lone silhouette, his tangled mane blew on the wind's waves. His eyes white from blindness, yet his ears detected every noise. If only he could see the destruction. Though his sight could no longer sense, his hearing, smell, taste, and touch could tell the story just as well.

How softly the wind now blew, as if nothing bad had ever happened. All those years of work, those years of life. Not him, no, others. The fallen bodies were countless. He would stumble over the occasional bloated carcass of a pregnant mare, or a fighting stallion. Ropes still caught around his ankles, as if the hairless beasts were still here. His withers and rump bobbed unsteadily and weariness crept over his body. He staggered as he fell to the ground, his leg, it was swollen and hot. Slowly the graceful animal moved his leg, sorrow dripped from his movement as if he knew he was to die. It wasn't broken.

Hope still grew here in this disparate land. Everyone couldn't have died. Not like that. Hope in a hopeless land didn't mean it was the right hope, didn't mean it was real. His great head slid off his knee and landed with an unpleasant thump. Dust and black ash rose around his face making him choke and sending a despairing cloud. If he was lucky, a predator would find him.

He lay there, as defenseless as a newborn mouse. As if waiting. What was he thinking? Holding onto life like this. There was no food, no water, he couldn't walk and he was blind. His ear suddenly twitched, a sign of life. He'd heard it. The faint chirp of a wounded bird met his careful ear. Yes, he could survive too, he could live. He would prosper like a king.

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name • Freedom
age • 16
experience • 5ish years?
how you found us • Mustang v2

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Heru | Male |

Post by Freedom on Aug 23, 2012 20:41:45 GMT -7

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