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PostSubject: Under [Locke] and Key February 8th 2015, 03:17

Name: Locke

Gender: Masculine

Age: Three and a half years have befallen Locke.

Pack: Helidos

Rank Requested: A warrior rank would be most fitting for Locke.

Appearance:
Neither handsome nor ugly, Locke is an arctic wolf that stands at about 29 inches from paw to shoulder and possess a long fur coat of pure white. However, his fur is rarely clean because he often gets it dirty with dirt, twigs, and snarls. His form is very sturdy and suitable for battle, and a long scar adorns his left flank from a past fight. This scar is buried beneath a layer of white fur, but the memory still serves fresh within the wolf's mind. Miscellaneous small scars adorn his body, but they have healed decently and have no effect on Locke, and there is a small gash on the tip of his right ear.  His tail is very scrawny and long, and usually suffers the most dirt and twigs after being trailed through the densest part of forests often. Locke's eyes of golden sunset never fail to pierce through the darkness as they seem to be directed on nothing in particular because the wolf is constantly checking his surroundings by sound and smell. It can seem very rude or strange in view from other wolves, as he tends to accidentally stare at some poor unfortunate wolf - his constant silence does no good in helping his situation either.

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History:
The Tepres Pack had spanned for generations - with each alpha, they became stronger and more stern. The pack preserved merely a small section of territory at one time, but the wolves that resided within were ambitious; they wanted far more to own. The beginning alpha, Ionden, set the way for many alphas after him to come to rule strongly. Ionden separated his pack accordingly to what talents his members might have - the best of his pack included those that served for the shadows. These wolves listened only to the alpha - they were not allowed to openly express their opinions. They were impeccably strong, and with their help, the wolves accomplished a satisfactory state of life. Other portions of this pack included strong warriors, spies, herbalists, and those with a strong intelligence level to advise the alpha. It is to be said that Ionden was never a meek wolf; he was not a physically strong wolf, but his intelligence brought his subordinates domination. If death was not an option he wished to take, then he would merely outsmart his opponents and play with them mentally. However, he was not hesitant to give the command to bring down his opponents. The packs surrounding the Tepresinians quickly realized they were in danger, and within his alpha reign Ionden brought down and eradicated many packs that offered a better source of territory. Wolves that did not want death were given the option to run or to join his own pack. The packs that were not forced to disband were forced to offer their own resources in the name of the honorable name of Alpha Ionden. This totalitarianism state of leadership lasted successfully for a handful of succeeding alphas, but things never last long.

Locke was born on a rainy day in spring. His mother was part of the intelligence ranks to the Alpha Cyrano, while his father was part of the league of shadows. He was nothing spectacular as a pup - his sister excelled in herbology, while his brothers grew up as strong warriors that would stand on the front lines in battle. It was not until he was eight months old that the pack realized his talent was the same as his fathers. Within the last few reigns of alphas, the shadows of the pack dwindled and were soon scarce. The ability itself was beginning to water down as the pack grew lazier; no wolf ever threatened the Tepresinians for it was a death wish. Soon there had been little need for the long lost shadows. Strange customs had been placed upon the shadows as well that scared away any potential wolves to fill positions. These shadows were put under heavy stress as they were put under immense battle training that left bruises and scars both physically and mentally, experimented on with poisons (the wolves believed that if poisons were placed in the body the wolf would grow immune - further research is uncertain regarding the facts of these thoughts), and were not allowed to speak; only those shadows who were aged and proved loyalty were blessed with the ability to communicate in small sentences. Shadows were not allowed to feel emotion or carry opinions in words - they were required to be loyal only to the alpha, and were to carry out their orders without second thought. Nobody congratulated Locke upon his entrance as a shadow, and the pack members he had grown to be friends with soon detached themselves from him.

Under the apprenticeship of his father and a veteran shadow known as Vedric, Locke quickly grew as a shadow. He was forced to intake poisons of all types, and many time he wished for death to take him, and he sparred constantly with his father. Even during meals his father would surprise attack him and force the wolf to become accustom to always be aware of his surroundings. Locke eventually grew heightened senses over his pack members and was constantly checking his surroundings - this would become something he would never be able to shake for the rest of his life. He had no time for feelings, friends, or fun. They were the three lasting wolves of the talent, and the alpha grew insane with selfishness with his new found 'toy' (Locke's father, soon to be a veteran, took time away from his role when the alpha arose to power - his training had taken a heavy toll on how quickly he aged). The packs that had offered the Tepres Pack offerings for generations were soon the tests of Locke's power for the alpha, and Alpha Cyrano wreaked havoc merely for fun. There was no disobeying the alpha, and Locke did not question the motives; just like the rest of his pack that had grown comfortable with letting the alpha do as he pleased. They did not understand that anything was wrong. One night it became too much for Locke. He had spend endless days threatening the surrounding packs, forcing them to hand him all of their resources and leaving wounds upon them as a message from Cyrano that he was displeased with their measly offerings to him. The shadow collapsed from exhaustion at the border of his home, his body shaking and muscles aching. He was tired of his role; he was tired of harming and leading a life he was not allowed to own. Locke was scared of his own thoughts - if the alpha could only hear them, he would surely die. Was he rebelling against his honorable alpha? Blackness overwhelmed his vision, and he was knocked unconsciousness.  

When he awoke, Locke found himself in pain. However, he did not hesitate to arise from the ground, his pelt cold with smeared dirt, and limped to his camp. Within his ears rose the sound of paw steps rushing across the forest floor. Something was wrong. As he came upon his once home, Locke found the devastation of his once home. Laziness and stupidity had carved its way into his pack, and selfishness had been its fall. The wounded and dead sprawled the camp floor, and those that remained alive (the females and young) were surrounded as captives. The other packs had finally grown enough distaste for the Tepresinians that they risked death to end the reign of the once proud pack. Obviously the members of Pack Tepres had overestimated their ability to overcome any obstacle. Rage billowed inside Locke - his home and all that he had trained to make proud was devastated. Besides the survivors, everything was destroyed and the resources were foraged. Leaping out from the shadows, Locke felt his teeth clamp upon the wolves he found as the enemies.

When his mind cleared and exhaustion once again overwhelmed him, a handful corpses surrounded him. These simple packs had never known the true power inside of a tormented shadow, and the life had flashed from their eyes quickly enough that they hopefully did not suffer long. Sudden realization overcome Locke, and his head fell down to his chest. Blood dripped from his fangs as his body shook. Wolves that witnessed the event rumor that they saw the darkness fade from the shadow's glowing yellow eyes. Former pack mates were disgusted that such a beast had been hiding within their pack, and Locke himself was both disgusted and confused. How could he do this without thought? How could he be such a wild beast? Could he have not used words instead? The wolves left Locke that night standing in the pile of death surrounding him, no wolf daring to go near. Even a motherly face Locke had once known looked on in fear. Any other familiar wolves he had known were transferred to the other packs. Locke never returned to that territory after he had finished mourning the deaths that surrounded him. While he was confused about who he truly was and how to live after others had forced him to live how they wished, he did vow to uphold his silence until he otherwise determined what he wanted with his miserable life.

As the year left his thoughts raging in confusion and guilt, Locke suddenly began to find hope within his mind. He had kept himself alive for half of a year yet, and had used that time to consider his so recent past. While he came to the conclusion that his once beloved leader had been insane with power, Locke thought himself a criminal for treating the innocent in such a vile way. He would never forget the tragic acts he had committed nor would he ever forgive. Clarity came over the shadow as his mind suddenly eased, and upon that day he promised to protect the innocent and vow himself to another pack and, this time, protect the ones that inhabited with his life. Letting forth a howl that was both haunting in grief and honor, Locke broke his silence and charged forward to the future.  


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The setting sun was beautiful as it cast its last fading light over earth and lit everything with a warm glossy color. Standing alone atop the hill, his long white fur billowing in the wind, Locke stared out beyond the trees beneath the hill. His stomach growled for him to satisfy his never ending hunger, but the wolf merely growled back in response out of annoyance. The forest was plentiful of deer to feast upon, but he could not tackle such a feat by himself no matter how much his stomach begged and pleaded. Locke's head fell to his chest, as his breathing softened and he listened to his surroundings. The air was sweet with summer scents, and the wind was cool on a day that had been warm - perfect for leading him to a late dinner. The wolf's claws scratched the soft soil beneath him in anticipation, his ears arched and listening for any movements. It was then that the sweet aroma of the creature filled his nose and made his mouth salivate; rabbit. Rabbit wasn't anything that would fill his poor hungry tummy, but passing up the opportunity for a snack was lunacy. Pinpointing the direction, Locke's strong legs quickly bounded down the hill as gracefully as they could. He entered the forest at rapid speed and diagnosed his surroundings immediately - he would go left and come from behind the rabbit. The forest was littered with debris, but the wolf was a trained shadow; his paws seemed to grace over the forest, dodging any twigs that would set alarm to his yummy snack.

As the scent began to grow even stronger, Locke's speed dropped and instinctively he began to crouch - relaxing his shoulders and minding his height. Darkness had fallen now as the sun had cast its last show over the land for the day. Slowly, fireflies began to waver into the air lazily casting their bright yellow lights here and there. The wolf had become a ghost, his frame hidden in the forest - only his eyes gave him away as they cast their yellow glow much like that of the fireflies. The rabbit was nearby, and even now Locke could hear the soft noises of the creature. Eyes flicking here and there, and paws treading warily, the night time ghost of a wolf cautiously neared the targeted berry bush. Sensing danger, the vermin must have found shelter, which was not a bad call; however, there was no escaping this wolf. Lounging quickly, Locke knew exactly where to strike.

Blood stained Locke's white fur leaving the ghost looking more like a murderer. His teeth dug into the flesh in satisfaction, and the wolf licked his lips to get any last bit of flavor. The rabbit hadn't known how to react to him, and, while it was fast enough to give chase for fear of its life, did not have the intellect experience against the trained wolf to render its instincts useful. It had made a fine dinner for now, but rabbits alone would not keep this wolf alive. He had to find a pack quickly. Standing back up on his paws, Locke walked slowly toward the moon as fireflies danced all around him.

Just a simple little skit that didn't accomplish much~.  


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PostSubject: Re: Under [Locke] and Key February 8th 2015, 06:55

Greetings Locke and welcome to Age. After reading your wonderful profile the only thing that needs to be altered is that you need to include is what breed of wolf Locke is. Each breed has different height requirements and it helps add to ones appearance section to know what breed your wolf is. Please list this and comment below and a staff member will evaluate your profile once again. Thanks

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PostSubject: Re: Under [Locke] and Key February 8th 2015, 11:06

Whoopsie, haha, I thought I was missing something. Fixed~.
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PostSubject: Re: Under [Locke] and Key February 8th 2015, 11:22



Now before you can get started, please add your wolf to the following pages:

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