Name: Keoni

Gender: Male

Age: 5 years

Pack: Agavos

Rank Requested: Healer, please.

Appearance:
Standing at 78 cm Keoni is the average size for a Grey wolf. Keoni's pelage bears the many tones and hues of brown, grey, cream, and white. A slate nearly black grey can be seen all over his back, shoulders, and tail. A bronze like color twines with the individual hairs on his body as his cheeks, belly and bottom jaw hold the color of a cream-ish white. Small patches of light grey can be found where his shoulders and neck meet. Keoni has a scar on his left shoulder blade from an incident in his adolescent years. Otherwise his skin is unblemished. Nothing about Keoni speaks "hostile" as he has more of a masculine slender frame rather a hulking one. He does however have muscles and and extra protecting layer of fur around his neck and shoulder blades. Keoni's fur texture is a bit rough and thick, but his undercoat is soft and silky unlike his ruffled up top layer. Keoni has the appealing smoldering amber eyes, almost rich with its coloration


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History:
The Birth
Like all newborn life Keoni was conceived in the mid of winter and born in early spring. He was born into a litter of three, him being the eldest. However, he was not as big as his siblings. He was the runt of the litter and for that his father despised him. Keoni's father was known for his savageness in fighting and being narrow minded. However, Keoni's mother was soft, and gentle, and known for being open minded out of the mated pair. She protected and provided Keoni the love of a mother while Keoni's father looked down on him, physically and mentally abusing him. His mother could only do so much and often paid the price for protecting Keoni.

3 Months
At the age of two months Keoni started to harbor and abhorrence for his father's antics towards him and his mother. It was around this time that his siblings would play fight to see who was stronger then the other. Keoni often avoided these fights for his siblings would gang up on him and inflict small wounds. However, he watched them from afar and would practice on his own or with an older sibling from a previous litter his parents had.

Slowly he grew to learn how to defend himself and learned to ignore his fathers harsh words. It was around this time that Keoni dreamed to become a warrior to help protect those he loved. It was two months later when Keoni had finally grown into his skin. He was bigger then his sister, but a few inches smaller then his younger brother. One would think he would earn his father's love. After all Keoni did it was for nothing. The young pup only wished for his father's love, and after everything he did to try to earn that was all thrown back into his face.

1 year
At one year Keoni was trained to become a warrior, he was pushed, shoved, and mocked by others yet he still held his head high. It was around this time his mother gave birth to a litter of five, but prey was scarce. The herds were either small or had many healthy members. Making it harder to the hunters to catch and when ever they did catch something it was small. Keoni shared his food with his mother starving himself so the next generation would be strong and healthy. Only his attempts were futile. Three pups died from starvation and his mother went into depression. Keoni being the selfless wolf he is tried to help his mother by taking care of his one month old siblings and her.

Having enough Keoni snapped at his mother. Yelling and her to snap out of it and tend to her pups. Only there was no response. That's when he left to blow off some steam. His father was missing leaving the pack in an uproar and all through this his mother was unresponsive. Keoni spent his night away from the pack trying to catch something for his siblings and mother. In early morning Keoni managed to catch a hare as he was returning back home. Only to find his mother and two surviving siblings gone! Panicking he followed their trail to the best of his ability. As the scent grew stronger he also smelt something else. Until he grew closer did he see what was wrong. There stood his father mother and two siblings. Only there was a problem. Blood. Lots of it.

One of his siblings lay dead while his mother's white coat was smeared with blood and open wounds. His father had blood shot eyes that twinkled with madness and little spittle of foam coming from his mouth. Seeing his father attacking his mother triggered something in Keoni. He attacked his father blinded with rage at what he had done. Every emotion that Keoni bottled up exploded as he attacked his father. Every taunt, every negative action he received was finally let out. It was only when his jaws ripped out his fathers throat did he stop. He was in shock. He never killed another when he was training to be a warrior. No matter what his father did to him he did not deserve the violent death Keoni gave him. The carcass was hardly recognizable.

He was snapped out of his shock when a sting of pain came from his shoulder then a body smashing into his effectively pinning him. Acting on instinct and months of train Keoni attacked back snapping at the intruder. It was only when his jaws wrapped around his attackers neck did he realized who it was. His brother! Letting go Keoni backed up only to hear more growls and be tackled again. At first he didn't understand as to why his pack attacked him until they threw him into the den. They thought he attacked his mother and killing his father and young brother.

3 days later his mother came to see him in private. She was frail and sick, often pausing to cough as she spoke to him. She smiled gently at him before she left him a partying gift; his sister. That was the last time he saw her. A day later his mother died causing his pack to mourn their monarch. That day was when he was dragged out of the den and brought before the new Alpha. An older brother named Samuel. One of his tormentors and even worse then their father. A whole hour the pack beat him to the brick of death only to be healed just to be beat again. This lasted a week before Keoni finally had enough. Though he was hurt and starved as he often gave his food to his hidden sister he still planned his escape. He was going to leave at night when the moon was high in the sky.  When the time came Keoni knocked out his guards and grabbed his little sister and fled. He ran for 2 days straight until he was out and a safe distance from his old packs territory. It was then that he and his little sister survived as loners, looking for a pack to start anew.

3 years
Keoni and his sister, Kito, had found a pack a year after they went rouge. The pack was nice and friendly. At first Keoni was going to stick with being a warrior, but he changed his mind and began to learn about medicine and remedy's. His mentor was a wise old wolf who was patient with Keoni's frustration. He often laughed joyfully at Keoni as he taught him all he knew. The two became close as Keoni often went to him for advice. Keoni was in his last year of training when a certain fae caught his eye. She was as dark as the night with piercing blue eyes so dark that Keoni found himself wondering on how they were so dark. He watched her from afar until Keoni's mentor finally gave him the position as the packs healer. Being burdened with this responsibility left Keoni little time to be with his sister or admire his crush from afar. It was only then when the dark female came in with a common cough did he speak. Asking questions about her. He was so nervous that he started stuttering. The female that he learned to be known as Sveta found this amusing. That's how the two became as mates.

It was late winter when Keoni's mentor died from old age. Keoni went into a depression, working himself into exhaustion. When late spring came he finally snapped out of his grief to witness his first litter. He was happy yet scared for he grew up with no father figure. But he tried his best to be there for his sons and daughters. It was a few days after the birth of pups that another pack attacked them in the dead of night. Keoni was woke up and walked out of his den only to smell intruders. He just called out the alarm before the pack attack. They were bigger then Keoni's pack and more violent. Keoni's only thought process was to get his sister and family to safety. Only when he reached the nursery did he see the death of his mate and pups. Torn and angry Keoni's fought like a savage. His moment of truth was stopped when he watched his sister get her throat teared out. He watched her bleed out until she stopped breathing. Then he fled. There was no one for him to protect as his pack was smaller then the one attack. He saw some of his pack flee however, he never knew how many survived for he never looked back. For another two years Keoni traveled alone, mending his wounds and heartache. It was when he was five did he start looking for a pack.


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A beige masculine trotted carefully up the steep peaks of the Mountain. He wondered these cliffs for 3 days now searching for a meal to sustain his growing hunger.  
    Sighing out loud, puffs of warm air flowed out of his flaring nostrils and into the frigid air that the snowy peaks held. In his wake paw prints could be found, the snow boring his passage. He let his eyes scan the scenery. Taking in its beauty. Trees scattered across the barren sides of the Mountain, holding snow on their branches. It was a winter wonderland. Filled with a fresh blanket of snow. As much as he liked snow he couldn't help, but cure it. It's solid substance slowed his progress and made his movement sluggish.
    But no matter how he felt the place looked so peaceful and its natural beauty was unflawed, it calmed and distracted the five year old brute from his hunger. An overhang caught his attention. Slowly the male turned courses, his pace slowing down as he neared to the edge. Stopping short the greyish chestnut male looked out across the lands of the Mountains Valley's. The beauty and vastness never ceased to amaze him. So many mysteries were buried under hundreds of years of snow and rock. Though the place was serene in beauty it held many hidden and visible dangers.
  One should be careful when wandering such a death trap. It was almost tragic at how such a paradise could be so deadly, hardly was one safe.
   The warm rays of sunshine gleamed down on his glossy hide. Keoni was one to always be found with a spotless pelt, he had a problem with being dirty. In fact he abhorred any creature who didn't at least have any sense of hygiene. Even the thought of that brought a shiver to run down his spine.
   I should probably get back to scavenging hunt. The masculine thought to himself. Soaking up the last bit of peace he turned around and walked off.
   Letting out a dejected sigh he continued his trek onward, every once in a while sniffing the air or ground for food. Soon his attempts became fruitless and just as he was about to give up a lingering scent of musk filled his sensitive nostrils. It was faint, but that will not hinder him when this was the first scent is days. Changing course once again the brute picked up the pace, following the trail of food. His hopes grew ever higher as he spotted a perfect trail with drops of blood. The animal was wounded, but he couldn't tell if it was badly hindered for him to catch alone. The hoof prints were always interfered with another animals trails and that aggravated him.
    Snorting out in discontent the male tried to sort the prints out. He didn't know how long it took him to sort out the trail, but he was soon again heading out on the right trail or so he believed. The closer he moved the stronger the scent grew of musk and blood. Soon enough his receptors took in the struggling pants of a wounded animal. Excitement pounded in his blood causing his tail to wag in a windmill kind of way. Crouching low into a hunters stalk he slowly creeped forward, sticking close to the shadows and coverage. He moved with precision. He will not let this one get away when he was so close. He seemed like a shadow itself, gliding effortlessly across the ground. It would have been more then likely be qualified as elegance if one was watching.
    Finally his amber eyes landed on the animal. It was a young moose laying in the ground with a terrible gash on its shoulder and a ripped open wound on its leg. It looked like as if it had gotten into a fight, and most likely did. It's labored breathing reached Keoni's ears. He felt pity for the animal, however this large magnificent creature was wounded and it looked ready to die. Creeping forward Keoni stepped out of the shadows in a mad dash. The bull turned its head toward the wolf, gazing deeply into the predators amber eyes.
It was staring death in the face and yet he held his pride. It seemed like the animal knew it was his time and instead of rejecting it like most others he embraced it. Life always demands a payment, weather it be pain or just breathing. However, death does not ask anything of you, only that you accept the fact that your going to die. That's what Keoni learned over the years of his life.
   The bull moaned out drawing the wolf out of his daze. Licking his lips Ana moved forward peeling back his lips  before snagging them into the wounded mammals windpipe. He added more and more pressure to make it the most swift and less painless death. Soon the sound of a snap could be heard. Dropping the animals neck he gazed into it dark brown eyes. The signs of life were gone only leaving a blank stare.
    Discreetly bowing his head in a silent thanks the male jumped, mouth open wide as his teeth snapped shut on the animals neck. As quickly as he could Keoni added pressure to the moose's neck, suffocating it. Then there was a snap and the animal stopped breathing.
   Dropping the neck Keoni wasted no time in tearing into flesh and bone.