Name: Nootau
Age: 2 years old
Gender: Male
Eye color: Orange, blue rimmed
Breed: Mackenzie valley wolf
Appearance: Right now, he is a gangly teenager. He’s as tall as he’ll get (33 inches), but he’s narrow and hasn’t filled in. He’s a lot of legs, basically. When he’s finished filling out he’ll weigh around 140 pounds. Kind of an “average” build, but this causes him to be well rounded in the areas of stamina, speed, strength, agility, and stealth. So, he probably won’t be the best naturally at something, he’ll have to work really hard for an area of expertise, but he’ll never be natural “bad” at anything either. Nootau’s coat his medium length and soft on his chest, velvety on his muzzle, but coarse along his top line, shoulders, and haunches. He had a cream under belly and under-sides. It darkens into a dark, rich brown for his overcoat. He has black markings along his topline, shoulders, haunches, and tail. His has a black mask on his face that covers the outside of his ears and goes part way down his face, cutting off at his eyes. (ref: http://images.mnn.com/sites/default/files/wolf_8.jpg)
Personality: RP with me to find out! =D
History: Nootau grew up generally harassed by wolves of his pack because he was at bottom of the totem pole. He grew up, therefore with a lot of cold looks and bullying. He didn’t get much chance to climb the later because of the meteor strike, where he was separated from the pack. In his struggle to survive on his own, he followed the scent of prey here, to Moladion.

Imprintability: Not imprintable
Ooc: Toulouse
Email: allusia.toulouse@gmail.com
Rules read: Yup
Word min: 200 words
How I found you: Ad from Adapt
Sample Post: Breath did not come easy on the arid dunes surrounded by the rivers of liquid rock. With each breath, the air seemed to sting the young wolf’s nasal cavities. Nootau was sure that the inside of his nose was just as dry and cracked as the outside of it. When he had first woken here a day ago, he had explored endlessly, fascinated by the fiery horizon and the miles of desert dunes. But in his activity, he hadn’t cared to scout for a water source in the miles of barren land. Now, his eyes drooped and his usually lustrous brown and cream fur was covered in a haze of sandy white. One could hardly tell that his back, head, and top of his tail were black! His gate was sluggish and his pads screamed as sand stung them with each step. Nootau wondered why his pads were having trouble handling a bit of sand. He had been bare-pawed his entire life, right? So why they were struggling to handle the terrain was beyond him. Maybe it was because the ground was to hot that it made his pads soft. It was a completely illogical reason, but it was the only explanation he was able to come up with.

He shuffled to a stop to raise his head and scent again, hoping that the non-existent wind would pick up and bless him with the scent of water. The weather refused to cooperate and Nootau lowered his head sadly. He forced his paws to support him as they carried him forwards once more. He climbed another sand dune, and another… and another. His throat started to hurt and his tongue hung impossibly far out of his mouth. All the saliva in his mouth had dried and he gulped occasionally, trying to rewet his teeth and gums. He crested the top of the millionth sand dune he had climbed and paused to test the air again, expecting nothing. He was disappointed when he received what he had expected and he proceeded to partially slide down the soft earth on the other side of the mountainous mound.

But at the bottom of the hill, he stepped into mush. Nootau paused in disbelief. There was so way had he been so delirious he had missed that?! He sniffed the wet sand, doubtful that what he saw and felt actually existed. However, it seemed real even to his sense of smell. His tail wagged slightly and he raised his head to look around him. The mud led south between two sand dunes. He mustered all the strength he could to lope in the direction the water was draining in. Please let there be water there! Nootau thought as he ran forwards. He slid stopped in a puff of sand when before him was suddenly a stunning spot of green palms, grass, and cacti in bloom. There were sand stone rocks raised around the area on the far side that continued up into a splendid formation of shade and caves. From here, he could hear the trickling of water. Nootau howled in excitement and he bounded to the oasis.

The pond was only leg-deep, but it was wide! He splashed headlong into the fresh water and submerged his black-masked face in the cool liquid. He tossed his head up and the water sprayed his back. His paws were immediately relieved, and he noisily lapped up mouthful after mouthful of water. He flopped down in the shallower end of the water and rolled, soaking his entire coat. Please don’t be a mirage! he thought as he close his eyes to rest in the shallows of the miracle lake.