Apprentice Ambrose
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 |  Subject: Ambrose, Son Of The Demon  March 22nd 2016, 10:37 | |
| Name: AmbroseGender: MaleAge: 6 MonthsBreed: Grey WolfHeight: 92 cmPack: ErenyxRank Requested: Apprentice WarriorAppearance: Largest and oldest of the litter, Ambrose has proven himself to be a wolf nobody will want to mess with. He takes his looks from both mother and father, though not as dark as them combined. He has areas of browns and greys on his body, stopping him from being midnight black. His ears are perfectly shaped, just like his mother's. The real difference between them are his eyes. Of his siblings, he is the furthest from the color scheme. Both of his brothers share emerald hues, one darker than the other. He is told that he gets this eye color, which he shares with two of his uncles, from his grandmother. His coat is long enough, far from being a short coat. His tail is thick and bushy, much like his parents'. Due to his intensive training, muscles can bee seen through the fur and he always shows off when he can.Personality: Although his appearance does not match Teren one hundred percent, his personality is pretty close. He cares little for the wolves in his litter. He listens to his father without a second thought, to his mother as much as he needs to, and to other wolves... very little. He does not respect authority unless stated from his father to do so. He is the prince, and he knows it. He aims to become the next heir of Erenyx, the rightful king, and treats others as if he already were king. He feels the disdain Teren holds for his brothers, and reflects it towards all but Reaper. He does not play games, he does not fool around, and he does not acknowledge the "lower class" wolves. Training is the most valuable thing in his life. He feels that wolves who are not serious about their future should be killed to not waste any food from the kill pile. He seldom laughs and keeps a serious expression most of the time. When he can get away with it, he likes to be alone from his siblings. He doesn't want any of them to learn his training secrets and use them against him. He can be a trustworthy wolf, but he needs to see that if he does confide in another, they will not betray him. Deep down, he loves his mother very much, but fears if he shows her affection, then Teren will take her away from them forever.Photo: History: Drenched in the victorious blood of war, one wolf stood alone. His emerald stare looked upon his pack, watching each and everyone as they heard the call. The Alpha male had won. But his victory was not soon over, no. With him, he took a captive back to Erenyx, a slave she would be - for him. She resisted him in every way, hated the monster he was, the beast he was. He killed her queen in the most brutal way possible. He needed to be killed. Long nights they spent holed up in their "shared" living arrangements. He forced himself upon her night after night, ensuring that she would carry his young. But even through all the pain and the agony, Juno was still a brilliant and glorious wolf as ever before. Her eyes glistened as she snarled and bared her fangs to him. But he did not care. In the months to come, her belly became full and thick. She moved slower than before and Teren forced her to eat the most freshest animals from all the kills. He cared for these young as he would for the rest of their lives. His legacy was going to live on, even when the great Alpha could do so no longer. He hoped that one of his bloodline would be the next Alpha of Erenyx.
When spring had finally come, Juno was ready to bear his young. Tucked away in the Autay's den, she screamed and yowled in pain as the four young pups were born. She cleaned them off with the help of another and Teren stood over them, staring down as he discovered each one's gender. The first two to come out were both onyx males. It would be weeks before their eyes would open. But the third to come from her, was a fae. Consumed by rage, Teren snarled and wished to kill the young fae, but Juno stopped him. She blocked her young with her head, and snarled back to him. "If you wish to kill her, you will have to kill me as well, and all your sons will die.." Teren took a few steps back, knowing full well she was correct in every way. Then the last of the litter was born, a male, but he was smaller than the rest. Only two wolves had mattered in the litter, only two would have the chance to succeed their father. These two he would train the hardest, and the others.. well they would still train, but not in the ways to shape a wolf to be Alpha. Teren allowed the fae to name their young. In his mind, they did not earn a name until their other siblings were slaughtered by their own paws and jaws. She called them names, where as he referred to them as their pronouns. Joining Keys: Member posted the joining Keys and have been removed for the fair joining of future members. - Elder AzulHow did you find Age? I am Alpha TerenExample Post: Not needed. - Elder AzulSite Season/Year: 5th Spring |
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