POET; Wolf [Male]

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POET
"Some call love a curse,
Some call love a thief,
But she's my home."

NAME • Poet
SPECIES • Wolf
BREED • Timber Wolf
AGE • Five
GENDER • Male
SEXUALITY • Straight


PERSONALITY •

Poet certainly isn’t the average stereotypical, laid-back, kind-hearted canine in which most make him out to be. He’s a very complex creature, and although tends to come across as simple, that is truly not the case. He is a male of tranquility and peace, and at times, seems utterly harmless and incapable of hurting even a fly. He’s a very tender wolf as well, one that will help anyone in dire need of it, and will keep his word until his dying day. Now, Poet is a very kind creature, however, he’s very, very reserved and respectful. He won’t speak out of turn unless driven to a point of obvious anger, and doesn’t chase after power greedily, and therefore is not a threat to many over-sensitive, power-driven males. He tends to keep to himself, unless in a fairly good, talkative mood, and generally takes time opening up to others.

Now, although Poet seems like just a softer, sensitive male, these aren't the only traits he holds. When it comes down to it and a fight is in the making, he will not back down to protect the ones he cares about. He’s very protective and even possessive at times, and though he resents useless violence, he can certainly hold his own in battle. Poet will avoid a fight if possible, but refuses to be seen as a coward, should something important to him be at stake.

He treats the ones he cares about with the utmost respect and caring, and, should he fall in love again, will be a very passionate, dedicated, and gentle mate. He has a discreet soft-spot for young, mostly due to his past, and tends to have a very fatherly personality around most children he comes across. He will do almost anything in his power to protect a child or female in danger, and expects nothing at all in return. He takes the little things in life and treasures them, unlike taking them for granted like most, and is a very sincere, meaningful dog because of this.

LIKES • Being in love, having someone to call a friend, caring about another, thoughts of having a successful family once more, peace and tranquility, he has a soft spot for children
DISLIKES • Liars, unneeded violence, thoughts of his past, being forced to do something he doesn't wish to, those who take advantage of others
WEAKNESSES • Thoughts of his past, a looming fear of being hurt once more, he can be a tab bit gullible at times, and lets emotion win over logic
STRENGTHS • Stays oddly calm in hectic situations, tends to have a calming affect on the ones he's around, fiercely loyal and protective, gentle, fair, forgiving
FEARS • Falling in love and being hurt once more, loosing those he cares about, death, perishing having not accomplished his goals

APPEARANCE •

Even though Poet is a somewhat larger male, at 2.5ft at the shoulder, he hardly looks threatening upon a first glance. With soft, amber eyes framed with a very gentle expression, this male immediately projects the appearance of a kind-soul, whom would rather bring hurt upon himself than the ones he loves. His body is a fine medium between lean and heavy-muscled, and although he's not very broadly built, his frame is fit, and very agile. As for the male's pelt, it's a beautiful mix of greys, browns, and beige; his muzzle a pale auburn color, while his eyes are framed with a mixture of dark grey and chocolate. He's a stunning male, and is one-hundred percent, entirely unaware of this fact.

PELT COLOR • A mix of reds, auburns, browns, greys, and beige
EYE COLOR • Amber
HEIGHT •2.5ft at the shoulder
WEIGHT • Approx. 81lbs
BUILD • A fine medium between stocky and lean; he's well-muscled and fit, though isn't broad and/or hulking
SCARS? • A few, though they're mostly hidden by his coat
MARKINGS • --


HISTORY •

Poet was born into a smaller pack consisting of just his father, his mother, himself and three other siblings, as well as two other members, whom of which were both female. The pack was always startlingly close, without the nagging tensions that seems to loom in some packs, like some sort of sickening plague between certain members. Poet grew up to have a very normal, average beginning to his life, being cradled by his tender parents as well as the other members all until the male reached maturity, and his father and mother politely informed him it was nearly time for him to spread his wings, and enter the world in his lonesome. He took no offence to this, however, as at the time, the youngster had been eager to become independent, and he put his knowledge of the world to use and set off. Soon enough, after mere weeks of roughing it by himself, the male came across a group of male wolves, varying in size and age, whom had banded together in a sort of pack of bachelors. He fit in perfectly, and before he knew it, he'd been accepted into the rowdy group.

The pack served as his home until Poet reached the age of three, where he finally started to long for the companionship of a family, and something to call his own. Running on only instinct and adrenaline, the male parted from the small group of wild adolescents, traveling by himself for days on end, before coming across an unfamiliar pack, in which was ruled by an older, experienced male. But see, Poet was a determined youngster, who unlike most his age, was fully developed, and had the wit to use his strength and intelligence to his advantage. The canine followed after the larger pack for weeks, stalking after them like the pest he soon became known as. The alpha would drive him off time and time again, but each and every time the pack was to be relocated to a different denning area, the lead would glance behind to see Poet lurking within the trees nearby, ears perked, body still. He never got too close, and because of this, after what was close to two months, the touchy alpha became somewhat accustomed to ignoring the younger male.

However, in one daring, and very out of character attempt, Poet raced forwards towards one of the females, sending out a series of shrill, aggressive barks, in challenge. The alpha, as expected, confronted the male, however he was elderly, and though had knowledge in the area of war, was far past his prime. So, knowing the alpha would be at a loss, he pulled away the female in which Poet had his eyes on, and after a small talk, granted her to him. Poet never figured such actions as suspicious, but was instead proud, for the alpha knew he would be conquered.

The female he'd stolen was two years older than himself, at five years old, but certainly knew how to catch a young boy’s eye. The female absolutely captivated the naive canine, and within the next year to follow, Poet had fallen head-over-heels in love with her, without bothering to consider the logic of this. By the end of the year she was scheduled to have his child, after agreeing to be his mate, and Poet had become an entirely new, high-strung, confident, and slightly arrogant wolf. He’d gotten a mate all of his own, and they were planning on having children, very, very soon. The brute didn’t even pause to think that maybe, just maybe, the female wasn’t as enthusiastic about the youngsters, nor was she nearly as interested in Poet as he was with her.

He found out soon enough, though.

After their single, female puppy was born, he took quite a hit. The pack he’d stolen his mate from had moved closer once again, and though this caused slight uneasiness to eat away at Poet, his arrogance and greed gnawed at him to challenge for another member, or even fight the alpha for rights of the entire group. And, it was when he was pacing about frantically nearby, sizing up the pack, that his own love, now with a beautiful little baby girl by her side, let out a deep, longing howl for her old alpha. Poet’s ears flattened, and immediately, he began racing towards her, in unison with the other male. He’d left her in the cover of the forest nearby, and trusted that she would stay there, while went to fetch another member for their growing pack. It dawned on Poet then, that she hadn’t been truthful to him.

She hadn’t loved him.

The canine was several lengths behind the older wolf, and just as Poet arrived to where he’d left his love, he was greeted with the sight of the male and his mate nuzzling, mocking laughs slipping from their lips. Immediately, the auburn wolf lunged at the older male, and was surprised when the elderly brute struck back, and hell, he struck back hard. Within the course of several minutes, Poet collapsed onto the dirt beneath his bloodied frame, entirely exhausted. He watched, horrified, as the female he loved bounded off with the male he so dispised, and let out a single, pitiful whimper in emotional agony.

After finally hoisting himself up to his paws into a sitting position, Poet tilted his head up and let out a desperate, throaty howl to his love, before trotting after the two, head down and lips pulled back to reveal his deadly canines. He observed the way they returned back into the pack, and his eyes narrowed in obvious malice as the female nuzzled up against the lead with clear affection, her entire demeanor entirely changed. He came to a gentle pause then, at the edge of the forest, defeat beginning to eat it's way into the front of his mindset. If she never loved him, he wouldn't force her to stay with him. It wasn't right, was it? Poet knew this to be true, however, it didn't ease the pain that the abandoning caused. It was also around that time in which Poet realized she didn’t have their child by her side, and turned to see his pup trotting after him, having been unable to keep up with her mother. The haggard male paused, before nuzzling the young one, picking her up by the scruff, and walking off with him in utter silence and shock.

Now, it was this coming event that quickly began shaping Poet’s current personality. He began living only to keep his daughter alive, all arrogance and greed leaving him without truly realizing it. Within a few months, Poet was a completely changed wolf, though he still deeply resented the girl that crushed his heart so violently. It was in the coming winter months that his luck worsened, though, as his pup fell incredibly ill, and soon passed away right beside him, freezing.

After losing the only two beings Poet had ever cared for, I’m sure you can imagine the changes his personality took. He became completely different, and went through several months of agonising depression. It was sometime during these months that, triggered by a pup coming to investigate who he was, Poet decided he needed to stop feeling sorry for himself. He came to appreciate life, and with that, returned back to his softer, timid self. There wasn’t another greedy or egotistical bone in his body from then on, and the male decided then he would never be the same. When the storm hit, it was frightening, but the male was determined to stay strong; he'd gone through enough shit, and didn't need to die on top of everything. And so, he'd hit the water, and within a few days, washed ashore of the island.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE •

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