Post by runny on Apr 17, 2008 16:39:29 GMT -5
Name: Gorn
Gender: Male
Age: 3.43 years (haha, specific!)
Breed: Grey Black Phase
Pack: Lake Ada
Picture: www.alaskastock.com/Pix/109/AB/109GR_DI0007D001_T.JPG
Quick description: A large, mainly black wolf with amber eyes.
Physical description:
.pelt.[/color]
His pelt is mostly black in color, though he does have splotches of dark grey and tannish brown in a sort of ring around the bottom of his throat. The fur sticks close to his body, making little noise as he walks. This gives him the ability to blend into his surroundings, though this camouflage works better in the darkness of the night. Small tufts of hair grow in his ears, especially during the wintertime.
.eyes.[/color]
Gorn's eyes are barely anything special; they are the same color as any other ordinary wolf's, a simple golden amber. His eyes, however, hold very little emotion within them; he finds a way, if he must show emotion through his eyes at all, to display an opposite feeling through them.
.build.[/color]
Rather large for a Lake Ada wolf, Gorn is surprisingly a good swimmer. Though he may be larger than many of the other Lake Ada pack members, his weight mainly comes from strengthened muscles, which gives him the ability to even swim against hard currents. It also gives him a good advantage in fights, though because he is so large he isn't nearly as fast as most other wolves, nor is he able to stop as quickly or make sharper turns when going full speed.
Personality:
.surface.
Whether he knows you or not, Gorn holds a very superior air about him. He almost never bows to another wolf, whether they hold a higher rank than him or not. He will be secretive and cold to even an alpha; ranks, to him, are nothing unless he is on top -- or, unless you are below him. Ranks higher than him just don't seem to exist. Gorn will be quick to tell anyone they messed up, but at the same time make it seem like he wasn't anxious to tell them at all. He never pities, never feels sorry for anyone -- after all, they need to be strong and get over it. If he were in their place, he reasons, he wouldn't be complaining and griping every five minutes.
.deep down.
He wants to be able to trust other wolves. He wants to be able to tell somebody everything. He wants to be able to bow and not be embarassed. He wants to be able to run around and play. He wants to be able to let loose a little bit. He wants to be able to do whatever his little heart desires.
Then again...
He wants to be able to kill or attack or raid and not be upset. Not be upset that he lost, not be upset that he didn't get the territory, not be upset that he wasn't able to make the wolf go through torture even longer. Not be upset that he didn't think of killing the wolf's friends and family before their very eyes first. Not be upset that killing or attacking or stealing made him look back and think, I could've done it better.
History:
.then.
Gorn was born to two faithful Lake Ada wolves, one strong and proud and noble, dying a very respectable death and the other, his mother, sweet and kind and having everyone love her.
Or, so he was told.
As a pup he was fed all sorts of lies, had them shoved down his throat and nobody stopping them. Lies from his mother, from his mother's parents, from the older wolves of the pack, from the alphas themselves. Lies about his father, about his mother's status within the pack, about the way things worked and how he was supposed to feel and how he would feel.
They told him his father was a great member of the pack, someone each pack member looked up to, thought of as a hero. A hero who had died a hero's death, trying to save his pack from monsters in the forms of bears. Lies. His father wasn't even part of the pack. His father wasn't a hero. They didn't even know his name. His father was some pathetic wolf who had been captured by humans and forced into 'captivity'. A place where his mother, for a short period of time, was also forced to live.
They told him his mother was thought of as a great pack member, loved by each of the wolves within the pack and goodness knows how many within the 'captivity center'. Or whatever. But nobody thought of her as great. Only a few loved her. They thought of her as a traitor, having pups with someone outside of the pack. Outside of the packs. Not even a loner. They wouldn't even look at her if Gorn wasn't around.
They told him that younger wolves would always have to listen to him, that when he became a full member of the pack he'd have control over the wolves with a lower rank. Oh, but he didn't! They would scoff in his face and turn around, hitting his muzzle with their tail before stalking away, telling the 'hilarious tale' to their friends. He had no control.
They told him that when he caught his first bit of prey he would feel proud, that the feeling would be like no other. But he felt the same everytime he took food back to the pack, felt the same everytime he snatched one of the animals in his jaws. He felt.. Nothing. His stomach would growl and his mouth would water, and he would know that he would get to eat that night, but otherwise he felt absolutely no pride. He knew he could do it; there was nothing to feel proud about.
Never, never would he trust any of them again. They knew nothing about him; they didn't care. He couldn't trust them. He wouldn't. Or, he tried not to. There was something in him that always made him talk, always made him say something he knew he shouldn't.
He hated it.
So he cut himself off.
.now.
Gorn is probably the least... involved with the pack's affairs. He helps when necessary, he does what he has to do -- but he won't make a big deal of it. Few wolves like him, he knows, but he doesn't care; they'd lie to him anyway. He's proud to be a part of the pack, knowing that the alphas could easily throw him out if they wanted to -- after all, he's not fully a Lake Ada wolf. That is, if what he found to be the truth was the truth.
There's no way to know for sure.
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