Post by Domani on Jul 22, 2005 2:10:48 GMT -5
alias. Domani Actaeus
maturity. 2 years
sex. Male
maternal. Raki Webril
paternal. Suterbia Webril
littermates. Ashtar, Aiwas [d]
mate. None current.
pups. Duester, Nedatro, Corpus, Abraxi, Perfidy,
desc. The male has a rather undersized frame, one thing he inherited from his mother. Aiwas, his brother, actually had the opposite. And Ashtar was in the middle. Domani also inherited his mother's thin pelt which rests gently on his undernourished frame. The hue, believe it or not, is pretty much the same as his mothers. It's generally a dark hue of grey in most areas, though occasionally lightens up to be a, uh, lighter hue of grey, on his chest and underbelly, and all the way up his neck to the end of the bottom of his muzzle. His muzzle, speaking of, is medium length, medium width. There's nothing special about his muzzle. His eyes refused to change from their original pup hue, staying a rather cold blue.
persona. Domani is a rather disturbed wolf. He is extremely hard to understand, but the first impression that he makes is usually a pretty cold one.. However, more towards females than males, he can be rather polite and sometimes nice. But otherwise, Domani nearly always seems depressed, quiet, and even psychotic. He doesn't usually lash out, but is extremely hostile when others try to insult or piss him off.. When you tick him off expect a range of attacks if he's already in a bad mood. Domani is not always a tolerant wolf, and when you drive him over the edge it isn't much fun. He's protective of his progeny.. in fact paranoid.
life story. Domani was the runt of a litter of three, and barely made it through the scarcity of prey. He had two siblings, Ashtar and Aiwas. His puphood was generally calm but there were discreet ripples when it came to their attention that another pack was also claiming the territory. It wasn't a big problem, until Domani was ten months old, which was the time the packs declared war. The battle was short and bloody, with huge fatalities. To Domani's utter horror, he saw his mother and brother fall prey to the other pack, and he thought he saw Ashtar, his sister, die too. The two packs wiped each other out, or left a handful of wolves alive.
Domani ran from the fighting when he saw his mother and brother perish. He ran until his paws were cut and bleeding with the effort but hardly supplied himself enough food to keep himself alive. Eventually, after two moons, he had recovered slightly. Without knowing it, he came back to the territory. As soon as he arrived there he could see the battle playing out before his eyes. The blood, his brother's death, his mother's too. He withdrew again, becoming depressed. Any wolves who had survived the carnage had long since left. He was alone, which was bad for him. Such a wolf as him should't get lonely.
Soon enough he did get company, but it was not to his liking. A wolf from the other pack was claiming the land as his own. It resulted in what was going to be a bloody war, but both the packs fizzled away and Domani fled the lands. He came upon a pack called Writhing Freedom. Here, he met a female called Xantha. They were the best of friends, and when they were two, they had a litter of whelps. Domani changed his last name, simply to sever all ties with his old life.
However, scarcely a month passed before fights erupted between the two, not violent, more yelling. It was over Domani, and his moods, and it was about Xantha, and her angriness. Domani snapped and took with him three of the whelps; Duester, Nedatro, and Perfidy. He came back to his old lands, finding them unclaimed, still.