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by Christ on a bike » Tue Feb 11, 2014 2:42 pm
Name: Felang
Race: Wolf
Physical description (body type, notable features, fur color, etc): Felang sports a coat of coarse shaggy grey-brown fur, speckled with spots of white around the nape of his neck. His eyes are an alarming shade of yellow with wide pupils that are always twitching this way and that. He has club-like hands with a sharpened claw topping every finger. He has averagely portioned ears protruding from his head and a long snout, ending in a wet black nose with a maw full of vicious white teeth below it. His tail is covered in a finer coat than that of the rest of his body(a fact he keeps to himself) as well as two club like paws that end in dulled claws.
Equipment (armor, weapons, tools, etc): Felang carries no weapons, as decreed by wolf culture, but does have red body paint adorning his body, 3 bands across his snout, 2 rings on his arm and another two rings circling his leg just above his paws. The body paint is made from the crushed petals of the mountain flowers that grow in the highest peaks above Valeden.
Personality: Felang is relatively curious for a wolf but also very reserved as who he lets his presence be known to and let live(Which to this date he has never done).His curiosity meant he was never destined to be pack leader and explained why he was the omega in his old one. He is however very stringent about what he eats. He simply refuses to consume any carcass that is older than 1 day. He will go to many lengths to keep his secrecy and move from peak to peak constantly to avoid arousing suspicions.
Backstory: Felang resides in the upper peaks of the east, living off the mountain goats as his main source of nutrition. He in all his 27 years has never shown himself to another sentient being apart from fellow wolves. He used to live with his pack of 5 other wolves but over the years they simply fell apart, some died, some moved, some went out to hunt and never came back. This isolation has not left him despondent as he hopes that one day they will return. He does however sometimes, descend from the upper peaks and observe the cats of Valeden from afar, curious of their antics. He has no idea where his Sires went or where they are now just that they left him to fend for himself as a cub once he had been weaned off milk. He resides there now. Waiting... Watching...
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Christ on a bike on Fri Feb 28, 2014 3:59 pm, edited 1 time in total.
