Okay, so LM tried, but she COULDN'T RESIST!!!! I'll just keep him a loner and have humans catch him when it's time for me to leave. Or maybe I'll try to keep him active while at the training center. We'll see, but it's just been too long since I've created a bio.
Hope you're in the mood for reading (at least in the history). lol
Yasso's Bio
Name: Yasso
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Pack: Loner
Position: N/A
Appearance: Let's look at Yasso from head to tail. His snout is gray on the sides and bottom, but tan runs along the top from his nose to just between his eyes. His eyes are a deep green hue. The gray of his snout extends to cover his cheeks and chin, changing to a darker gray, almost black above his eyes. So the bottom half of his head is a light gray, the top half a darker gray. His ears are black with flecks of tan here and there. The dark gray on the top half of his head extends along the back of his neck, over his shoulders and halfway down the outside of his forelegs, along his back and halfway down the sides, and goes a little way down the outsides of his thighs. The bottom half from chin on down, covering the parts of his forelegs that are not dark, extending along his underside, and covering most of his hind legs, is tan. His feathery tail is tan on the bottom, black on top. He is a fairly large wolf, but not unbelievably large. He is well muscled, but not overly so. His voice is usually gentle, but can be stern when need be. His gait can be slow or fast, but somehow always seems deliberate. You always get the sense that he knows where he's going, even if he doesn't.
Personality: Yasso is not exactly the most trusting of wolves. As you'll see in his history, an experience occurred when he was a mere weanling that taught him not to really trust anyone. Once bitten, twice shy, and Yasso would have to see things to believe them. If he found one he could really trust, he might take their word for what they say. But he has only ever met one such wolf. Anytime someone tells him something, he usually has to investigate for himself. He is also not much one to start conversations. He might walk into the presence of another wolf, or group of wolves, and sit, but he will let them have the first word. Though if he enters pack lands, he will hold his head low in respect, this coming in and sitting may or may not appear annoying to the pack, or to anybody. He sort of looks like he's butting in when he does that, though that is not his intent. In fact, Yasso can be quite the gentlemen. When he does speak to someone, he is generally quite curteous, often with a smile upon his maw. However, he really does not appreciate it when others act in a condescending manner towards him, and, if that wolf has no authority over him, such as another loner, Yasso will likely become either sarcastic or irritated. He is slow to be provoked to physical violence, and only will resort to that if he had to, but don't get on his bad side unless you're looking for a good talking-to. Another thing about Yasso is he tends to seem wise, though he's still somewhat young. And, in fact, he does have a fair amount of wisdom. Also, though it pains him greatly, he will kill others out of mercy if they are injured beyond help. Something he has had to do twice in his life.
History:
Come, one and all, gather around and I will tell you a story. It is a story of a wolf, a male named Yasso. It was a wild and stormy night in spring when Yasso was born. That very well may sound cliche, but it's true! Yasso's mother Tecoa, a loner whose mate had died shortly after the mating, dug a small den in the earth. Unfortunately, it was not a very good place to build a den. It was in a low spot in the ground, easily flooded by heavy rains. And heavy rains came that night, just as she was waiting for active labor to begin. Soon, contractions came and out came a pup. Then another, then another. Three pups in total, two males and a female.
This was bad. This was very, very bad. Just as she had licked her pups dry, rain began to flood the den. Oh, why had Tecoa chosen this place to give birth? The conditions weren't very conducive to keeping the pups warm and dry. A wave of guilt ran through her heart as hypothermia claimed one of her males.
"You didn't even have a name!" Came the wail of the grief-stricken mother. Most females would simply toss their dead young out of the den, but Tecoa believed in dignity. Perhaps he did not have the dignity of a name, but he deserved the dignity of a proper burial. She placed her two live young, the remaining male and the female, on a still dry rock and carried the lifeless body of one who had not yet even had a chance to grow just outside the den. Through the mud she dug a hole deep enough that predators wouldn't find him easily, or so she hoped. She placed her nameless pup in the hole, shed a tear, and quickly buried him before returning to her other pups.
When she got to the other pups, there was another disaster. The female had crawled off the edge of the rock and had drowned. Tecoa spoke a sentence through broken sobs.
"Yet another nameless one lost before her time."
She then looked at the remaining male, who was resting on the center of the rock. If he had to die, he just couldn't die nameless. It was time for Tecoa to issue him his dubbance.
"Yasso...your name shall be Yasso."
She then took the female and buried her next to her deceased brother. The rains stopped just as suddenly as they came on. Though Tecoa very much needed to rest, she now had to make an important decision and act upon it. Relieved to find Yasso, her only remaining pup, still alive, she licked him dry of the rain and grasped him in her maw. They could not stay in this den. It was cold, and there was a good chance Yasso might not make it to another den site, but Tecoa had to try. She had to take that risk to give him the best chance possible. She took a last glance at the tiny graves, then ran as fast as she could in search of another den.
She had run all night, but just as the sun's rays began to kiss the sky, she found a cave. Not the biggest cave, but certainly big enough for a mother wolf and her lone pup. And the best news of all? It was unoccupied, and dry, and would be hard pressed to flood. She walked in and set Yasso down gently. Miraculously, the little pup had made it through the journey. Tecoa licked him all over and nudged him to her belly so he could have a drink.
For his first ten weeks of life, after the troublesome first night, things went well for Tecoa and young Yasso. Tecoa didn't like it that she was forced to leave her pup to hunt, but she had to do what she had to do, and luckily Yasso was not picked off by a predator. For two and a half months, things went pretty well, even if the situation could have been better had they belonged to a pack or had Yasso's father been alive. But then, tragedy struck. Yasso had just learned to eat solid meat when a band of five rouge wolves came upon their den. They wanted to have this cave and they had no mercy for Tecoa and Yasso. At least, four of the five had no mercy. Quickly having them cornered, four jumped on Tecoa while the fifth was ordered to kill Yasso. However the one that was to murder the pup did not do so, but took him and fled as Tecoa was being slaughtered. He just could not do such a thing, and had to get the pup out of there. The white brute named Tundra ran with the little pup in his maw until they had reached a wooded area. This wooded area was just outside the border of a kind pack, and Tundra hoped they would take the young pup in. But Yasso did not seem to want to be seperated from his savior, so instead of telling him of the pack, Tundra, still a rouge at heart, made up a lie.
"Don't worry young one. I am going to get us some food and I shall return to you."
Tundra then went back to his band of rouges, never really planning to return to Yasso. Hours and hours passed, and Yasso was wondering where Tundra was. Soon, footsteps came close to him, and he looked up to see a gray female wolf looking down upon him with kind blue eyes.
"What is such a young pup like yourself doing out here all alone?" Said the gentle voice of the wolfess. Yasso looked up at her, obviously scared, and gave a response.
"Uh, I was waiting for someone. A big white brute named Tundra. He was supposed to kill me as his four friends were killing my mother, but instead brought me here. He left me here this morning, saying that he'd return with food."
The female's expression turned to concern as the name of Tundra was uttered. She knew that wolf and his four comrades. She gently nuzzled the youngling.
"Little pup, I don't know how to tell you this, but Tundra won't be returning to you. He is what's called a rouge. You're lucky he did not kill you, but he won't be returning to you. Come. I am Anna, Alphess of the pack whose border you are very near. You may live with us."
This experience, of course, taught Yasso not to trust what someone had to say. Once bitten, twice shy. He would have to see things for himself before believing them from now on. It even took some time in the pack for him to see that Anna was who she said she was. After all, if one wolf lied to him, who's to say another wouldn't? Who's to say he can believe anything someone tells him?
But he learned to trust Anna, but never had he trusted another wolf quite like her. He learned how to hunt and basically how to live the life of a wolf. And he grew to appreciate the pack for taking him in. But when he was a year old, things changed. Humans came into the pack's lands, and they brought a pack of domestic dogs with them. Though dogs and wolves looked similar, and shared some DNA, these wolves were no match for these dogs, their training, and their human masters. Shots rang out, dogs attacked, and one by one, wolves began to fall. Yasso found a hiding place and watched the horror unfold from some nearby trees. Soon, the humans and their dogs left and Yasso came out to survey the damage. The only one alive besides Yasso was Alphess Anna, and she was in a bad state. She'd been terribly injured by three of the dogs, and really it was clear that she was just waiting to die. Not being able to stand to see his now good friend suffer, the yearling Yasso quickly grabbed her throat in his maw and held tight until Anna's struggle was over. Though it was an act of mercy, it troubled him that she was conscious until just about the end. She had to feel his fangs in her flesh. She had to feel the panic of not being able to breathe. And that greatly pained the young brute.
The next year of his life did not hold much of note. He had lived a loner, hunted and denned where he could. Sometimes he met another, but he didn't talk too much to anybody. He was never one to start a conversation, so mostly he would just smile at others in passing. But one day, as a two year old, he came across a terrible sight. A wolf lay in a pool of blood, the aftermath of a fight with another wolf. He had flashbacks back to how Anna looked before she died. It seemed almost identical, the pool of blood, the gashes all over the body, the labored breathing, the look of pain in the brute's eyes. It looked as though it was Anna's last moments, all over again. And just like before, Yasso couldn't stand the brute suffering until he finally died. Yet he knew he had to improve his method of mercy-killing. He couldn't inflict the same pain and fear of strangulation that he had inadvertantly inflicted upon his former Alphess. Then, Yasso saw a rock, just the right size to fit in his maw. He carried it over and laid it just behind the head of the wounded wolf. He then gently rolled the dying brute onto his back and took his snout in his maw. He positioned the brute's head onto the rock until he thought it was the right spot of the back of the head that he would be rendered unconscious if that region of the head struck with enough force on the rock. He then straddled the dying wolf with his legs, then lifted his head off the rock. Suddenly, he placed his forepaws on the chest of the brute, and, with the brute's maw still in his, Yasso threw all his weight down so that the brute would strike his head on the rock. To his relief, this did render him unconscious, and he then held off his airway as he had Anna's a year prior, until this wolf was also dead. Though this greatly pained him to have to take the life of another wolf, at least he was not burdened with having caused pain in the process.
Yasso is now three years old, and has finally wandered into these lands. He has no real plans on what to do. Will he stay a loner and remain in these lands? Will he join a pack? Or is he only here for a short time? That, my friends, to to be determined.