Post by Aspen on Apr 20, 2010 20:14:50 GMT -5
Sudhir
[/size] ”Survival is for the fittest, my friend.”[/b][/font]
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this is me in the flesh
,[/size][/b][/font]and you just get to stare ,[/center][/color][/size][/b][/font]
NICKNAME(S): None. And it’s probably a bad idea to attempt to give him one. [Edit: Now I've ended up calling him Sudhi in my mind while writing him. Not something he would ever appreciate.]
AGE: 3
GENDER: Male
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taste the sky,
and let me walk this earth ,
[/color][/font][/b][/center]and let me walk this earth ,
WEIGHT: 120 pounds
BUILD: Heavy
GENERAL:
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Sudhir is a rather large, male Himalayan wolf. He is long-legged but heavily built, packing a fair amount of muscle. Thus, while he may not be as fast a runner as some of the lighter builds (stamina is more of his specialty), his sheer power allows him for close-range, devastating bursts of speed which have come in rather useful during hunts. Notably, Sudhir always holds a certain amount of purpose and dignity in his gait – even if in reality he’s wandering around aimlessly, he makes sure to look like he knows where he’s going. You never know who might be watching. Sudhir has a thick coat, almost forming a mane down his neck. His fur is a pale cream, fading to near-white at his paws and muzzle. However, much of his fur is also tipped with a darker, rusty beige hue. The colour is strongest down his flanks and shoulders, lightening nearer his belly and neck. There is a saddle of grey blended in on his upper back and forehead. The last third of his tail is also tinged with grey, although the shade is much deeper. A light streak of grey lines the top of his muzzle. His eyes are a dark shade of amber, and usually convey a distinct expression of apathy.
thoughts that make me go insane
,[/size][/color][/font][/font]but make me who I am ,[/center][/size][/b][/color][/font]
PERSONALITY:[/blockquote][/font]Sudhir is a very serious individual, with a heart hardened by life in the cold mountains. Friendliness is certainly not his strong point, and generally he comes across as rather guarded and callous. His main focus is on survival, and he has little tolerance for the frail and weak. Those who can’t keep up (and who don’t have an extremely good excuse for it) will simply be left behind in the cold. He has a sharp, intelligent mind and takes care to be careful in his ways, weighing each option before making a decision. However, although his temper has a fairly high limit, when enflamed it can easily get the better of him and push him into acting rashly. Usually, he tries to keep a check on his testosterone and take out his aggression on the poor prey during hunts instead. He has a low tolerance for rudeness, but will simply refuse to listen any more, rather than attack. Despite his impressive stature, he is usually not one to throw his weight around unnecessarily. He’d rather leave you to die of your own stupidity, than waste his time dispatching you himself. Unless of course, you’ve committed a moral sin against him. Sudhir is not the forgiving type, and will hold grudges for life. Sudhir is also not particularly open-minded, preferring instead to follow the traditions that have worked best in the past.
LIKES:
* Those with strength, loyalty and purpose.
* His orders being followed
* Calmness
* A good chase during a hunt. All the more satisfying when you bring the prey down.
* Little wriggly prey. He likes enjoys throwing them in the air before he eats them.
* Seeing new life (i.e. newborn pups) - always a source of hope and pride in such harsh regions
DISLIKES:
* Those who complain, or refuse to try.
* Invasion of his personal space; it makes him irritable and slightly uncomfortable
* Strangers
* Excessively flirty females; he will tolerate them but get quite exasperated
* Physical or mental weakness
* Failure
* New life is all very well, but as long as it's not leaping around in his face. Keep your exuberant pups out of his way, please.
all over my shoulder,
[/color]but it keeps coming back to haunt me ,[/b][/font][/color][/center][/size]
SIBLINGS: Three of his siblings are still alive, though he has no idea of their location. His sister, Satvi. Also, his brothers, Nirek and Hana (the latter of which was from his mother’s second litter).
OTHER: None
HISTORY:
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Sudhir was born into a small, nameless mountain pack just beyond the range of Dachau. His father, the pack alpha, sired two litters. The first was considered a success, with three of the five pups surviving. Sudhir’s brother, Nirek, was the first to leave the pack. Desperate to taste new lands, he naively departed after a particularly vicious quarrel with his father. The pack mourned, for Nirek had barely even hit adulthood. He was never heard from again; to this day, Sudhir suspects he is enslaved to some distant pack. He still harbors considerable resentment towards his brother for abandoning them so early, although it’s something he would never admit.
So, he and his sister, Satvi, stuck with the pack to see the birth of their parent’s second litter. Sadly, due to a particularly cold winter, all but one of the pups were lost – Sudhir’s new younger brother, Hana. The three siblings got along well, but Sudhir was starting to become restless in the confines of the small pack. His will was starting to chafe against that of his father. Despite Nirek’s ominous departure, Sudhir became determined to leave. He was an adult now – young, but with enough experience to help him survive.
The first pack that Sudhir encountered in his travels was that of the wolves of Kälte. Although they were at first hesitant to accept him, Sudhir fit well among their ideals and soon grew to become a respected member of the tight-knit pack.
we go over it again and again,
[/color]and it never seems to change ,[/color][/b][/font][/center]
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Sudhir lifted his head, parting his jaws in order to better filter the rich scents on the wind. Unwittingly, his mouth began to slaver a little as he caught wind of a particular aroma. Carrion; it was close, too. Sudhir licked his lips, casting a quick glance behind him to where his sister was quietly poised. No words were needed between them. Catching his look, she shot him a wide, silly grin, tongue lolling. Yes, she wanted the meat too. Sudhir just looked away, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Keeping an eye out for unwanted company, Sudhir began to make his way down the slope, his nimble paws picking out a pathway through the thick snow. Although he couldn’t see it, the smell was almost unbearably close. Finally reaching level ground, the pair fell motionless.
“Where the hell is it?” said Sudhir finally, after a moment or two of fruitless staring. “We should be right on top of it.”
Satvi hesitated, casting her head back and forth, her jaws slavering. Then suddenly her eyes lit, and she pranced onwards like a pup, sending a shower of loose snow flying. For a moment she scrabbled at what seemed like an ordinary snow bank; a moment later it became the half-gnawed carcass of an old goat, still remarkably fresh.
“Patience is a virtue, brother,” she said, her lips curling smugly.
