Name: Antler Keeper

Age: Four Springs

Gender: Male

Pack/Position: -/-/loner

Appearance: Antler Keeper is a very proud looking brute, with auds confidently pricked forward, tassel far from drooping, and the way he stands tall and sure of himself. He has accomplished many great things, you see, and is so intitled to do so.

There are pale grey spots above his orbs, like ashes used up on a ciggerette. His orbs are rather slanted, and a dark brown, the color of a wet oak might be used as a passable example. they often hold a cunning sparkle as if he's hiding a secret, but decides instead to toy with you. White splashes his underjaw, and up the corners of his face, perhaps easily described as what would be our cheeks. From his nose halfway to his orbs is an odd splash of dark orange, sort of like tanned leather or amber., and the strange colors foldnles aorund the edges of white along him. From the amber color on is all mixed shades of brown and grey. White covers form his underjaw all the way under his belly, almost halfway up his sides. All of his lpillars are white, though his hanuches are only halfway. His tassel is a tainted brown, like wood stain. Anter Keepr's hue is hard to explain, it's all brown and grey, though there seem to be individual strips of 'silver' and brown. it's especially easier to tell the true colors when his long hackles are raised.

He's average in build, no taller nor shorter than a average male his age. He's more on the muscular side than the lean, but still would be no extra challenge than normal, though he can easily hold his own in a fihgt. He's better in his strong jaws, capable of gripping down in a deathly bite like a pitt bull...one reason which led to his name.

Personality: As with all wolves from the area he reigns from, he is boastful when the boast can be backed up, and humble when such is needed. Coming of a true hierarchy of wolves and brethren, the roles and ranks of a pack are very important and crucial to him. He is loyal to his pack and friends and Ones, his role to hunt and survive for the better of the pack and the Ones.

His 'voice' is deep, and has a constant rumble like a growl beneath his words. Normally, as is nomral, such 'words' are spoken through visable signs. He is a very proud wolf, and often boasts about himself and anything else that could pertain to him. He lowers himself only in the presence of the ones or those of higher rankings to himself. Other submit to him as is right, as is the only way. If he is the hunter of the pack, the pupsitters grovel before him, unless they want to challenge. He doesn't use his place to his advantage all the time. He is kind when he cares to be to those who have shown him respect, though he can be bitter and have a deep hatred for those who mock him or challenge him...at least until the erm of who's best is settled. A quick fight, and all is done for him and his molester. He doens't shove about his victories unless it's brought out...usually, and he's tactful to be careful around females...They are the most unpredictable things after all, and he's got many scores from just looking at them strangely-even if the looked at him first. Of course he doesn't fight females, it's there right in the world to snap and growl.
Brutes on the other hand, every oppurtunity he gets he brags and tries to show he's the top dog(Excuse the horrible relation). He snarls and struts and growls. Until it's completely settled who's better, he's not content.

Sire: One Ear
Dam: Sour Bite
Siblings(In order of litters, the first three his own litter): Bad Paw, First Bite, Sharp Fang, Dark Eyes, Light Sleeper, Lovely, Whiner

History of Antler Keeper's Land: (I hope you don't mind me adding this, it might be easier to understand his history.) In the lands east of the Iron Mountains, dwell packs of wolves and herds of elk and such, as with almost any place that is blessed with the desertion of two-legs. the wolves that dwell here live a very ordered life. The hierarchy is important here, and there are few ranks, though it's not unheard of for ranks t be added as wolves come and discraded as wolves go. What every pack must have though is: A One Female or One Male((Or Alpha)). Normally two mates are the Ones, though if one dies leadership can still be mantained with only one One. There must also be at least one good strong hunter, though sometimes there are two or even three depending on the amount of prey in the area. A pup-sitter must also be appointed when pups are there. these are usually young wolves just into adulthood that have some tempermental or health problem with hunting. This makes the only ranks the pack needs to survive. Survive strong is the only objective of the pack. The pack is constantly changing status. This is merely by who's to have more respect and who's more powerful. Two hunters can boast and growl and their status change every other night, one submitting to the other eventually., only to challenge again. No grudges are held, only a want for dominance, as is so common in both males and females.

Names are much different. Names can change as well, nomrally a wolf goes through at least two names through his or her life. There's the puppy name that charecterizes them, then the first 'real' name that shows their attitude as a growing wolf nearing adulthood that tells about them. Them if they accomplish csomething, other names are givne, the last ones mere reminders of what they had been. Names hold great meanings and are normally proud titles or great identification labels.

Now...Antler Keeper's history: Antler Keeper was born from the Ones of a sucessful pack. One Ear, his father, and Sour Bite, his mother, were great leaders, and the pack was old. One Ear had fought his own father for the spot of the One when he grew too old to succesfully hunt. He'd put up a fight though, and his son is now named One Ear for his fight for theright to be One. The name was also given to his father, though the old brute died of an illness not long after, so his hurt pride didn't need to be nursed long. The spot of the One Males has been passed, and the pack has been of the same family for almost six generations now.
Sour Bite earned her name from when she first attacked a fae who had been pawing at her mate. The great gash Sour Bite had given her had gone gangrene, and eventually the fae lost all use of one leg. Gangrene lived a sorry life as an omega since she was useless for almost everything, her temperment disabled her to look after pups as well. Finally she ran off, though they found her bloddied carcuss on a hunt, doubtless some other wolf had attacked, though smart enough not to eat the ill wolf.

Antler Keeper grew up a normal pup, no great things forseen, but no doubts either. His puppy name had been Nibbler, since he never drank from his mother, only nibbled, a most horrible habit when he teethed.
His sister, first born, had been birthed with a defective front paw. Bad Paw was her ane, for she oculd never walk without a limp, nor hunt succesfully, in fact she could barely run. She was doomed to a small gloried life as a sitter or omega, but ehr fine temepr and fiery spirit allowed her the better of the hand. His brother was called Hurt Nose, becuase the pup skidded along on the hard rock den on his nose, yelping as he did so. He wasn't the brightest of pups, but he had great brawn and bulk.
Once Nibblergrew older he was a rather troublesome brute. He snapped at elders in the pack, and even at the Ones, his parents. This earned him the most horrible name. Disrespect, and all called him this and jeered at him and mocked him. At first he resented this and grew all the more bitter, but eventually took it and acted as a respectable brute should. They gave him respect, and he gave them respect. His first hunt had been after an old elk already wounded from a fall, and it was easily thrown down and killed by the strong Ones. Disrespect admired the antlers and took them, finding them a most favorable chew toy, and a great thing to treasure. Every hunt and elk brought down, he took the antlers, and antlers were strown all about his packlands. His new name, Antler Keeper was given. He honored it by admirably and dutifully chewing every game. He soon could bring down the elk himself, when the Ones permitted. Soon a second litter was blessed to the Ones, and he was dirven off, the pack to big for him and his brother to linger.
His brother had been given a promising name well before Antler Keeper had been given his. Firt Bite was his brother's calling, since he always rushed ahead of his parents, the Ones, and took the first attack on the prey. Sometimes he got cocky and took the first bite of the fallen prey when it was the Ones right to eat first, and while he was quick to bite, he was slow to run form the One's wrath. Many scores are on his brown shoulders from the experiences he neevr learned from.

His sister , bad paw,could stay since she had a limp and had been born defected. She was the sitter of the new batch. While Antler Keeper loved his new siblngs, he had a want to go beyond the Iron mountains that had been the home of his famliy forever, and though none he ever knew had been past the mountains, curiousity filled him, and he wanted to go there. A whole new world was for him.

Wonderful Appy! :lol: Accepted!