Seithram

[seithram]

- _SEITHRAM_ -

You're either born a leader or a follower; don't challenge fate.

Name: Seithram
Nickname(s): Saith
Gender: male
Age: 7
Species: Timber wolf

Eye Color: Navy blue
Pelt Color: black
Physical Description: Well built with wide paws, strong shoulders, and a broad muzzle. He's a little more rickety in the joints beyond his shoulders, with potential hip dysplasia developing. He's happy enough to move around and holds his own pretty well. Thick neck and pelt speak of general health, which would make sense since he's a fine hunter. Black pelt covers ribs well, though in the right light they can be seen against the draping fur. Claws are clear, picking up whatever dirt or sand he's been treading through lately and taking that color in. Eyes are navy, but in the right light can seem crystalline blue. He can't see very well, mostly picking up different shades and lights, all in black and white. Eyes, he can see, but whatever he's looking straight at is usually a bit blurry. Get a little to the side of his direct gaze and you can be seen perfectly. yes, he may be getting older, but is always ready to set an arrogant younger wolf into his or her place.


Personality: There are two things in the world that he cannot stand- ambitious wolves who do nothing about their ambitions, and those who lack basic skills. He is content to ignore them, but sometimes he cannot do so and will step in to put them in their place. most of the time he's laid back, but will gladly look for something to do from stirring up trouble to foraging for fruits. He loves digging, and the small section of land he uses to sleep can be found with a good many holes here and there, dirt flung across the place, and uprooted small trees and the like.


History: Nothing special really happened. He was cast out from his pack a bit early because he was a male, and began harassing the females and other males, poking fun at them. He moved through a couple packs after that, deciding to leave one because they were a bunch of aspirants and no one could ever get along- it was mostly male anyway, and he liked the female touch to things. The second pack disintegrated, the alpha pair dying and no one remaining was able to step up to the plate, himself included. Well, he wasn't willing to.

Past/Current Mate(s): none
Offspring: none


RP Example: From a different site with my (c) character, Levende.

Anyone who swept by the silently waiting dame was met with a silent snarl- fangs were bared to clearly accentuate her will to stay clear of the others for now. Little mind was paid to the foolish others, though a male who approached Tasitile and spoke with her- no, not the young whelp, the older brute- caught Levende's attention for a moment. He was familiar, the one with the accent. Ah, yes, even now she could hear the strange guttural syllables. No one arriving kept her attention much, unless they strayed too near to herself. Silently baring her fangs at them seemed to have little effect, but at least it provided fair warning. They would know now if they happened to chance upon her that she was not welcoming of proximities.

One male caught her eye- a handsome devil, wandering by and deciding to join the festivities. Oh yes, he seemed thrilled. She chuckled inwardly, and found some amusement in the young pup's immediate homage to the assassin. Surely it could only be him- none of the others back there gave off this vibe, and if they did, it missed her perceptions. There was little time to dwell as the meeting fell underway smoothly, though a couple strangers reeking of the ocean and other lands were among the company. She turned to the nearest one as Tasitile's eyes singled him out, and snapped her jaws close to an exposed shoulder, withdrawing to the other side of her tree with a dissapointed glare. She'd pulled away quickly enough to avoid a rebuttal snap, and from the appearance of the drudge one was to be expected. It was Ander, though she didn't know it yet, and her volatile actions were hardly worth taking personally.

On the other side of the broad trunk, out of sight of the one she'd snapped at, ears pricked to give a facade of perfect attention to the alphaess. Imure was the old alpha, and this sheila had waltzed into place? Might as well offer a chance, then. If the pack was not to her liking, she could easily migrate elsewhere. Golden eyes sharpened when her own name was announced- a soft huff of air whooshed from her snout in surprise. Viscount Levende... Interesting ring to it. Maw curled into the crooked grin, signature of her bloodline, as she pondered the idea. She had no answer now, but perhaps after another turn of speech. Surely the others ranked would step forth to claim or foolishly deny their 'suggested' appointments, and she would wait for them to do so. For now she must consider the responsibility versus the power... It would be better to accept or decline in person, immediately after the regina adjourned the meeting.

Better to force some responsibility into the pack and herself, or remain at the outskirts as a formidable figure? Well, if she wanted to gain a name for herself, being promoted would certainly progress that goal considerably. But being in charge of others- she need only fend for herself. Perhaps this Impactus fellow, whoever he might be, would want more to do with reports and such. She could possibly pawn it off on him, discuss such things after the meeting on some other date. mind clicked through the pros and cons, weighing them carefully until her mind was made up.

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Bio Sheet Created by Rachy

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