Name: Valek

Age: 3

Gender: Male

Pack: Loner

Position:

Appearance: Valek is a decently sized white wolf, but the color of cream steps from the darkness of the shadows. He has dark markings that are like a saddle across his back and head. This dark cape is ranges from shades of grey to shades of black, and even the white and cream isn't truely white or cream, but mixed like milk and butter milk. Eyes like brown fire looked about slowly. He is about the size of a rotwiler. The muscles underneath the flesh and fur of the long sleek body can be seen with each movement he makes. A low mournful howl would spill out of his throat and muzzle, defining his voice. He also has a scar on his stomach, shoulder and neck. His fighting skills are good, making him quick, powerful and sometimes deadly, whenever he's in the mood to fight. When angerd or in a lusty mood his eyes seem to turn amber.

Personality: He likes his distance from others but more so packs. With the lead of a female that he trusts he might be persuaded into joining her pack, but chances are he might think she could be a potential mate. His stubborness makes him hard to get along with sometimes and he can be angerd quickly if his mind is set on something that others try to talk him out of. He would love to find a new mate and have another family, but has not forgiven himself for his mate's and family's death and doesnt want a repeat. Angry and sad, but mostly sad memories rush back to him at the sight of pups or a pair of mates. Any female that's close to being all black beings back memories of his mate. He sometimes might even run up to black females and nuzzle them, only to walk off with his head low as he realizes it wasn't who he thought it was. And then the memories rush back of his family being hunted and killed for their fur.

History: A wolf rushes through the woods after a rabbit as another wolf runs beside him, changing course as he picks up the scent of another prey. The wolf that went off course ran as fast as he could, chasing a deer. He jumped up slightly and sunk its teeth into the deer's neck as it came back out of no where. Moments after taking the deer down and killing it, he heard howls from the family then loud noises ceasing the howls. The wolf took off at a dead run towards his home leaving behind the deer.

Upon reaching the den he slowed down to make sure there was no danger around. When clear, he went into the den to find his pups dead and blood leading out of the den. He put his nose to the ground and followed the scent of his mate's blood to a small cabbin to find his mate laying dead near a small fire. More noises could be heard so he went to see what it was. A hunter had taken his family and was skinning them for their fur. A soft whimper escaped his throat as he watched the white-creamish color of his mother fall to the ground in a bloody mess. The wolf moved silently to the fire only seeing the pure obsidian that was his mate. He took a hold of her gently and drug her back the few miles to the den.

He stopped just outside the den and whimperd once more before raising his muzzle skyward and letting a single mournful howl tare through his throat into the darkening sky. No other holws were made at the time. The limp body of his beloved mate would be drug inside the den next to the pups. The wolf layed next to his mate and rested his muzzle gently in the soft fur closing his eyes to sleep for the night. A few hours later growling and barking woke the brute up.

He only had time to stand before two large dogs charged into the den cornering the wolf. Lips peeled back revealing fangs that seemed a little big for him. A soft growl trickled out of his muzzle just before he launched himself at the two unwelcomed guests. One of the other dogs took off out of the den as the wolf smashed into the other, jaws clamped around its neck. The second dog bolted back in and latched its jaws around the wolfs neck but not before he drained the life out of the dog he had in his jaws. He yipped as teeth were sunk into his neck being smaller and having a thick pelt he yanked his head away, taring out a chunk of fur and some flesh.

He launched himself at the other dog and latched on to the bottom of the dog's throat, squeezing slowly and hearing the yelping and panicking breathing of the dog as he slowly squeezed the life from it. He only let go when the breathing stopped and the satisfying crack of the dog's neck was heard.During the fight he hadn't noticed that he had been cut some how on his shoulder and then he knew it was bad as the pain suddenly hit him full force. A soft whimper was emitted from his throat as he went back to lay down next to his mate, bloody and tired and in pain.

One year later he was wandering about for reasons other than food, head dropped. He blamed himself for not being there for his family when they needed him. The wound on his neck healed but left a scar, but it wasn't very noticable. The wound on his shoulder didn't heal so well and left a nasty scar that was easy to see. With every obsidian female wolf he saw he let out a soft whimper towards, watching them walk by. So he went back to his den not being able to stand the sight unless he had to.

He couldn't bring himself to find another mate for fear that he might lose them as well and blame himself for that. Only someone that's perfect in every way could capture his heart and bring out the fighter that he is at heart. But its unlikely in his eyes.

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