Taggarik

Male

Pup

It hits like an arrow; a mask of war but with no army… a creature’s mask. Bleeding away from startlingly vivid blue eyes, a crest of bright russet splashes across his face. The bloody canvas melds with black tendrils which reach away down a muscular neck and chest. Ears, muzzle and forehead are all guarded by this jarring headdress. Whether it be a vicious beauty or painting of blood and gore (or if the two are the same thing)… is for individual digression. And then all is white: as if you could rip away Taggarik’s shield of passion to find more whiteness beneath, the rest of his body is born in hues of winter. Not off white - no a clear, frosty coating. Cold, sharp… blinding. As a pup, this intricate design will appear little more than a splash of mud and russet across his face. Taggarik will grow into nothing less than the most fearsome athletic specimen. Like his brother, he will be well tempered for both endurance and immediate, explosive attacks with the ability to put a force of tons behind his perilous jaws. Tag will also have a very unique path of motion, his strength enabling him to move with great grace. More than wolflike, there will be something innately carnivorous about his demeanour.

Born with authority, he will be a cruel martyr to the lost king. Utter dominance and control draws Taggarik. Like some sort of living strike of revenge, the boy has a shocking focus - dreadful to those who stand in his way. Unfortunately… or magnificently, this will not be Taggarik’s most deadly trait. He will be a perfected machine, unstoppable, unyielding - deadly. Temperamental but hiding a calculative mind his intelligence will often be stunningly frightening... No distractions shall ever mar his vision. While no trace of empathy will grace his heart, no bloodlust will captivate his mind. No desire for blood, no value for the living - these two traits play wingmen beside the deal breaker. What needs to be done… will be done. No matter what. The most formidable predator.

But is there a weakness… for there must be. Taggarik will grow to value his bloodline, a strange yet sure deviance from his seemingly straightforward character. His kin - they will be the trigger for the only emotionally passionate reactions out of Tag, whether it be violence or sustenance, in his mind the tundra-demonican blood is liquid gold. It shall not live but THRIVE on.