.fear.is.the.mind.killer//

.name//
Fable

.age//
0 (approximately 12 weeks)

.sex//
male

.eyes//
Primarily, Fable�s eyes are a rich amber yellow. However, his right eye expresses heterochromia iridium, a rare genetic trait in which an iris may be split between two colors. The right half of Fable�s right eye is a brilliant shade of blue, the left half the same amber yellow as his left eye.

.phys//
As a pup, there is not much to be told about physical appearances. Fable has a slightly slimmer build than most his age, perhaps, but is noticeably tall. At this stage of his life, silvery white puppy fur is just beginning to darken on top and the charcoal of his muzzle is beginning to thin and spread as he grows. A large set of paws suggests that he will grow to be something of a large wolf, though things are not always as they seem.

At maturity, Fable will grow to be roughly thirty-eight inches tall but will sport a lean, long legged physique that weighs him in at one-hundred and forty pounds. With long, fine facial features, relatively short ears, and a naturally thick coat, a mixed in arctic heritage is evident. Fable�s paws will grow to be a little on the large size in relation to his body when compared to the average timber wolf and are thick of fur. His base coat will still be the silvery white of his puppyhood, but a dusting of charcoal and slate rides from nose to tail and drops over his haunches. The coloring is darker at the apex, black in some ultra defined positions, and fades at the edges into the white of his base coat.

.psy//
As of now, Fable is a little skittish and reserved. He is cautious of strangers and very uncertain of himself in most situations. His fears and passive attitude are largely attributed to his confusing background. Having been washed onshore with no inkling of his past or family, he is oddly attuned and fascinated with rivers, lakes, and the sea, but does not yet have the courage to swim and will panic if he falls into water. What he develops into psychologically largely depends on his future upbringing and the influence of those around him.

.bio//
At roughly twelve weeks of age, Fable washed up on the shores of Glorall. His unconscious body was found by pack members and, when they woke the boy up, they found him to be scared and confused. He has no recollection of his past or of any family and is simply playing the hand that life has dealt him. (scenario discussed and okayed with members in chatwing)

.imprt//
Available for imprinting.

.smpl//
Oh? What was this?~

A set of deep pink eye opened, staring straight ahead for a moment before curiously taking in the surrounding area. The scent of charred earth and broken dreams was strong on the air, something that brought a smirk creeping across the white wolfess' maw. She lifted her chin from the ground where it had been settled, looking around her with perked interest. It was warm in this little cave, no doubt heated by the the active lava within Wolf Mountain, something the she-wolf well aware of. She blinked, eyes narrowing down what she suspected was the exiting tunnel, but saw no hint of daylight. She was deep in the bowels of Wolf Mountain with only a strange assortment of phosphorus ferns, mushrooms, and moss lighting her world. What a strange thing to wake up to...

The fem stood slowly, large pink paws feeling odd and almost new to her. Her body quaked, dis-coordination apparent as she fought to stay afoot. The wolfess looked over her body, still clad in lean muscle and built like a warrior. In the dim light she recognized the markings that were her own, deep pink strips that draped over her neck, shoulders, and back as well as adorned on the tip of her tail. It was an exotic coat indeed and pristine clean, flawlessly new yet everything she remember. She shook her body, fluffing the coat and- what's this? The fem looked down at her chest to a finely shaped glass orb, hung around her neck on a burgundy strip of leather. Oh yes, that's right. She smiled, watching the colors of the orb swirl inside, two clouds of a deep pink and bright teal light illuminating her white fur. Everything was as it should be.

The fem took a step, placing her paw deliberately and forcing her muscles to work. She wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but she couldn't say it wasn't welcome. Apparently, life was not done with her yet and she wasn't going to keep it waiting any longer. One after the other, the fem's paws made their way slowly down the narrow, twisting tunnel lit by the strange, pulsing foliage. It was several minutes of walking until she reached the end, halting in front of a large boulder blocking her way. Well, she had a trick or two on her paws to take care of that.

There was a crackle of static, the fur along the fem's spine raising slightly as a jolt of energy shook her body. She reared up, placing her dark pink front paws on the boulder and heaved, Dragon Heart blessing severely increasing her strength. The boulder, easily ten times her size and well over a hundred times her weight, began a steady roll outward before picking up inertia and spinning away freely down the base of the mountain. The fem fell to her paws weakly, what she supposed was a new body unaccustomed to the use of magic. Well, that would change quickly. She watched as the boulder slowed and stopped about fifteen yards away, bumping against an elder oak that easily halted its path of otherwise destruction. The fem smirked, pleased with the outcome, and exited her strange little place of rebirth, letting her paws carry her without much guidance.

The noise of voices caught the fem's sensitive, Mitternacht enhanced hearing, paws dragging her toward the sounds like a pup toward its mother's milk. She was silent as she walked, muscle memory doing its job even in this new skin, her tall form a bright white and pink ghost in the mountain's foliage. As she approached, she listened, loving the sound of the male's frustration and the careless banter of the female. She stopped behind the fem silently, only inches away and dramatically on cue.

"Cortana," she answered in her strong female tones, voice hushed like she was telling them a secret. There was no warning to what happened next, as faster than the speed of light the wolfess before her was enveloped in a black haze. Shinu was dead, courtesy of the well-known Death blessing. A wicked, mischievous grin crossed the fem's features as she stared past the body of the other she-wolf, dark pink eyes locking on the male with hazy regard. "I'm back," she managed, a small, giddy laugh accentuating her taunting words before he body fell limply to the ground.

.rules//
Thoroughly read.

.min//
Two hundred words? No problem.

.cred//
Directed here by Meryl

.ooc//
Aquiose (Aq)

.mail//
Aquiose@gmail.com

.chat//
Aquiose

.aim//<
BR_blackrain or Aquiose

TAG: staff - - - WORDS: 735 (sample) - - - NOTES: i must not fear. fear is the mind killer. fear is the little death that brings total obliteration" ~frank Herbert, dune

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