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-{ Winter }-
The winter has been hard, but it's already drawing to a close. Every creature in the forest and desert is ready for the snows to melt, and the hunger of the season to ease up. Already, the snow had gotten heavy and wet, and for the moment temperatures are almost ten degrees above freezing in the woods. The rivers are swelling, and soon the forest will have to watch out for floods.
Picture: Description: Zephos had always been a dark character. He was quiet and thoughtful, so when the day came to get his fur dyed, he went for something subtle, but not simple. His fur is a huge collaboration of white and grey atop a mantle of black.
His nose is an unusual mahogony pink, one of the only three colors but black, white, and grey on his body, next to his eyes and his tattoo. His eyes are pale blue and open, maybe the only inviting part of his appearance. He has grey and white tearmarks trailing down from his eyes to his cheek and meeting under his jaw. Beggining the striped pattern, he has a stripe of white at the base of the back of his ear, followed by grey and then his origional color at the tips.
Following this symetric pattern, his paws are socked with white, laces with grey and his toes are his origional color, black. His tail is the interating part. It begins with a stripe of grey, white, grey, white, grey and then his black color at the tip.
Tattoos/Special Markings: Zephos proudly bears his packs' defined blue lightning bolt below his eyes.
Personality: Zephos is a quiet soul and would usually rather eat alone than with his pack, though he doesn't. He fulfills his duty as alpha plesently, by being loyal and helpful to his pack, but not bearing a conceded nature. He is patient and sweet under his shell, making him good with pups and training young fighers, though he usually doesn't because he has so much to do with the pack.
Zephos is inquisitive and adventurous, and his silent bravery got him the title of alpha. Though it looks like he would often want to die, he would kill for his pack. He is a relatively good fighter and is light on his feet, but he is not very strong. He is a small dire wolf, at only 3 feet tall at the shoulder, but he is cunning and packs a huge jaw of teeth.
History: Zephos had a normal history. He grew up in the Kanaran, thugh he was the runt of his family. But he could outwit his denmates in fight by sneeky leaping and smooth dodges. As he grew up, he was still small, and when the day came to dye his fur, most of his family mocked him. But as he matured, he accepted hiself and he knew his secret talents. He could easily run long distances and he could evaid even the strongest of attackers.
When his time came to leave his pack, he decided not to, and no one denied - no one saw his as much of a threat to the alpha anyway. So he became accepted, and now his mockers are followers, as he is the beta of the Kanaran.
Other Important Information: He might look for a mate, but not soon; He has too much to take care of!
Role-Play Example: (Note that this plot has nothing to do with anything, its just an example of my skills.) With the greatest of ease, Zephos dodged his huge sisters' attack. They were play fighting, as they did when they were pups, only now, Zephos was winning the battle. She took a second to breathe, and seeing his chance, zephos leaped for her scruff and clawed at her cheast with his front paws. She growled in fake pain, but continued the fight. Of course they weren't truely hurting eachother. She tryed to shake him off, and in one swift movement, she flung him to the side. He lurched in the air and landed on his feet gracefully, and as she stalked away, sure the battle was won, he leaped ontop of her and chewed lightly on her ear untill she rolled onto her back, crushing him under her weight.
She looked down at him and laughed whole-heartedly, and rolled him over with a paw before catching him under the jaw and pulling the limp mass to his feet. He chucked as well and took to her side, chatting with her.
"So, what did you think of ... Well, what the beta said?" He asked calmly, but his voice obviously enhancing the seriousness of the subject.
"Well, I guess that we have to do it, I know I'd die for our pack -" And just as Zephos opened a mouth in insult, she finished. "Ofcourse you would too." Zephos nodded. In all reality, he was terrified of death, but he would rather go down fighting than be cheaply killed in an ambush, and if death was calling him, he would be sure to bring a few enimies with him.
"I know any Kanaran would kill for us, but I don't know if any would die for us." Said Zephos, sceptically looking at a lazy, white male with blue tattoos resting under a tree. Sighing an annoyance, he bid farewell to his sister. "Oh, I knew it! Its always Zekial that stays behind! He should be hunting for the pack! I have to go take care of this guy, I will talk to you ... I'll meet you by the rocks after I get all these bums taken care of." He grinned cheesily to her as he trotted off in the direction of the white lump.
(Should I go on? Let me know if I should continue?)