Ronin - Done

[// Riddle]

B A S I C S

Name: Ronin

Name Meaning [optional]:N/A

Gender: Male

Mantle [if any]: Tierra Mortal

Soul Mate: N/A

S P E C I F I C S

Visual: Ronin is a bit larger than average, though he pays for that in also being a bit slower than average. Brute strength is on his side, though. Hide is of a true brown, laced on chest and belly and legs with traces of lighter brown and white. One rear paw is white, and this is one of the usual ways for others to recognize him. Eyes are not the usual amber of a wolf's, but a striking dark green.

Personality: Ronin is something of a wanderer. Though fiercely loyal to those he cares about, nothing seems to be able to hold him down when he feels he is needed elsewhere. He has impeccable instincts for knowing where he is needed the most, and never hesitates to follow his instincts.

Though very kind and open-minded most of the time, he has high morals. Dare to test them and you will find out just how vicious and stubborn the brute can be. He never fails to bring evidence of his convictions to the table, and holds tight to his beliefs.

History: Born last in his litter, Ronin was still the largest and assumed the "leadership" position over his two brothers. As always happens with wolves, circumstances saw the death of his eldest brother before the first year was out. Ronin became almost overly protective of the remaining sibling, Hawk, after that. When it came time to disperse from his family pack, Ronin hoped Hawk would travel with him a ways. The other young wolf made it only to a nearby pack's hunting grounds, where he found his place. Ronin was not interested in staying, though. Since he has lived the life of a wanderer. Though occasionally he bands with a pack for safety and hunting, he feels as though some part of himself is yet missing.

E X T R A S

Picture: i36.tinypic.com/2rmqlpx.jpg - Minus some markings and the necklace.

RP Example:
Ronin knew that somehow he had come full circle. He'd started out from here nearly two years ago, set on leaving and never coming back. Something had drawn him to this place, though. Lifting nose to the wind, he breathed in deeply, let his mind sort through the information, and released a deep sigh when he realized what had happened. Hawk had returned to this pack, their home pack, with a mate. Now he lay dead.

Always it comes back to this, to death. When will it be my turn? The thoughts scurried through his mind, quickly followed by even more thoughts. That was his problem, always having so much going through his mind. How often had he lost a scent trail or let a hare slip through his paws because his mind wandered. Perhaps the mind takes after the body, for Ronin's paws wandered also.

He reach the place of death. Even if the stench old meat and thick blood not hung in the air, one could not have missed the gory scene. Indeed, his gaze would have been pulled from the sight of the body impaled on the sharp antlers of the deer had it not been his own brother laying there. His mother, still glorious even at her great age, stood regally by Hawk's head. By scent alone he knew his father had been here and left, presumably gone to watch this season's pups so the other pack members would have a chance to look upon Hawk.

It was not traditional for wolves to mourn the loss of one. To pay respect and howl a song announcing a loved one's departure was permitted, though. So he ran his muzzle along the matted flank of his brother, then moved back to sit near the other pack members. Without a word, the alphess tipped her head back, and soon the whole pack joined in. How appropriate, to die by the hand of the prey. Almost as if he wanted to give that much more back to the world... more than just returning to the ground to be eaten by the prey.

[Paloma.}}]

very nice! accepted.