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Name: Äaonön Hrüjin Féros
Age: 5 years
Gender: Male
Species/Breed: Timber Wolf
Description: Pitch black and amber-eyed, Äaonön is stout, strong, and muscular. His muzzle is long, and his canines are sharp and thick. Silver streaks of almost unnoticeable hair ring his eyes, which shine brightly at night like golden orbs. Long and soft fur lines his ears and head, giving him a thick rough mane along his neck and spine. His shoulders are wide and give way to long legs. The paws are big like any wolf's and the claws are clear and tinted yellow. His tail is lastly quite long and fluffy, but not by too much.
Personality: Intelligent and quick-tempered, a failed love-life haunts his every action and thought, making him wary to trust other wolves. He barely scrounges along in the pack due to his mistrusting nature. He holds many dark secrets that frighten him in his dreams, but he never shows his stress to anybody. He's a master at holding emotionless expressions day and night, and is content to be unreadable by others. Although it makes others mistrust him as much as he does them. Everywhere he goes his temperament allows for others to judge him squarely. Very blunt and curt to go with his hostility, he is very straight-forward and will never fail to tell the truth. Along with his dreams, he looks for reasons of gain in all situations. He will do nothing unless if it means merit for something that needs it. Äaonön is really a ghost inside himself.
History: When he had reached the age of two in his old pack, he had fallen in love with an older she-wolf known as Péyn. During a hunt, she was injured severely during the chase and did not survive her wounds. Deeply affected by her death,
Äaonön spent the next few years in a silent taciturn. Somber and aging with grief, his fur became more subtle and less bright, and his eyes dulled considerably. Only recently has he been able to overcome his melancholy and branch out once more. But his past horrors and memories haunted his recuperation and made him bitter and volatile. Slowly now, as years go by, he is turning into a respective, mute soul.
I wish to join the Painted. If I may.
Age: 5 years
Gender: Male
Species/Breed: Timber Wolf
Description: Pitch black and amber-eyed, Äaonön is stout, strong, and muscular. His muzzle is long, and his canines are sharp and thick. Silver streaks of almost unnoticeable hair ring his eyes, which shine brightly at night like golden orbs. Long and soft fur lines his ears and head, giving him a thick rough mane along his neck and spine. His shoulders are wide and give way to long legs. The paws are big like any wolf's and the claws are clear and tinted yellow. His tail is lastly quite long and fluffy, but not by too much.
Personality: Intelligent and quick-tempered, a failed love-life haunts his every action and thought, making him wary to trust other wolves. He barely scrounges along in the pack due to his mistrusting nature. He holds many dark secrets that frighten him in his dreams, but he never shows his stress to anybody. He's a master at holding emotionless expressions day and night, and is content to be unreadable by others. Although it makes others mistrust him as much as he does them. Everywhere he goes his temperament allows for others to judge him squarely. Very blunt and curt to go with his hostility, he is very straight-forward and will never fail to tell the truth. Along with his dreams, he looks for reasons of gain in all situations. He will do nothing unless if it means merit for something that needs it. Äaonön is really a ghost inside himself.
History: When he had reached the age of two in his old pack, he had fallen in love with an older she-wolf known as Péyn. During a hunt, she was injured severely during the chase and did not survive her wounds. Deeply affected by her death,
Äaonön spent the next few years in a silent taciturn. Somber and aging with grief, his fur became more subtle and less bright, and his eyes dulled considerably. Only recently has he been able to overcome his melancholy and branch out once more. But his past horrors and memories haunted his recuperation and made him bitter and volatile. Slowly now, as years go by, he is turning into a respective, mute soul.
I wish to join the Painted. If I may.
