MOSS_ -- male delspurr.

[garnet_]

NAME: Moss (The boy the earth talks to)

GENDER: Male

AGE: Ten Months

BIRTH DATE: February 29

SPECIES: Delspurr

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HERE WAS A MAN:

Moss is downright puny in comparison to most of the wolves roaming the lands of Tusrelle. Being the runt of an over-sized litter, he received little nutrients or love at a young age that stunted his growth even further; he is only slightly bigger than the size of a regular coyote and less than likely going to remain that small. His figure is not overly muscular, but instead a slender and agile build. His skills physically rely on sheer speed and flexibility rather than brute strength. He has an elegant gate and prides himself on his stamina. Despite his undaunting size and look, Moss in equipped with a sharp set of teeth and claws that could easily defend him against a towering giant; in other words, bigger doesn't always mean stronger. His body is also more narrow than average, more fox-like in appearance; he will probably retain the look of a yearling throughout his entire life, until of course he dons some grey hair.

For a young male, he could be considered scrawny and unattractive, but this is not all true. He has a thin face, pair with large, thoughtful eyes and over-sized ears. His face has a charming, youthful look of a lanky boy, however there is usually a shadow across his features. His expression is usually the depiction of melancholy or apprehension, which is a result of his 'gift'. A smile is almost always weary, and the wisdom behind his youthful eyes is haunting considering his young age. When he has rare spurts of complete happiness, it is always half-hearted.

Moss' coat is unusually short and spiky, and prone to being coarse in texture; the only part of his body with relatively lengthy fur is his bushy tail, which still is coarse to the touch. The base color of his coat is a rich chocolate brown, almost a solid shade throughout his entire body. The most prominent marking in the mishmash of colors that dons his pelt, is the mask upon his face. The shock of sea green surrounds his eyes in the ragged shape of butterfly wings, seemingly perfectly centered in his face. The 'wings' of his mask do not cover his snout or his ears, just his eyes and a small portion of his cheeks. The dark, somber color of the sea green off-sets the startling shade of his duo-shaded blue eyes. The right eye is almost a white, cyan blue shade while the left is a rich sapphire blue. Another prominent marking is the dark indigo vine-shaped stripes that curve and curl up all four legs in a haphazard pattern. There are the occasional flecks of caramel or gold in his base coloring, though nothing overly pronounced.

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BOY THE EARTH TALKS TO:

Earlier, it was stated that Moss had a gift, now that gift is truly considered a curse by himself, but he has it nonetheless. Moss is considered a visionary, he is often haunted by gruesome deja vu in his sleep and ominous feelings during the waking hours. While he keeps no claim to 'seeing the future', he gets warnings if you will of future catastrophes. Because of this nightmarish, supposed 'gift' Moss is shackled too, he has a rather somber view on everything and anything. His opinions are laden with pessimism and past events in his short life. His first impression consists of moroseness and an adversion to small talk; he dislikes meeting new wolves as he feels creating a bond is a useless task for him to take on.

Moss is extremely superstitious, almost to the point of being considered absurd; claiming that one bad thing happening is a terrible omen that will result with probable death. With this being said he is not a raving fool, instead he talks seriously with a very grim sense of humor, usually provoking no laughter in his eyes. He is not unkind, just disillusioned and negative to the point where it is almost impossible for him to feel a good feeling. He has a moody way of speaking, usually easy to anger he can speak harshly on impulse, and regret his words later. He will, however, apologize if he knows he has wronged you in some way, shape, or form. He is, however, brutally honest and will not lie to protect someones feelings regardless of age/gender/etc. With his moody, prickly personality and his grim humor, it is no wonder he is not a wolf of many words.

After a nightmare or bad daydream, he is prone to uncontrollable tremors and saying sentences out of order, as he is trying to rekindle regular thought. He doesn't like to speak about what he dreams about or bad feelings he gets, which then leads to his bouts of melancholic introversion. He almost refuses to speak of his own will, and conveys thoughts and feelings with grunts or expressions. He is not particularly scared of speaking his mind, as he does not truly fear dying, but he has intelligence enough to pick his battles. When he does get into a good conversation, he can be passionate about his opinions and rather stubborn. He enjoys the company of intelligent wolves, and finds an aversion to stupid or violent ones.

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SUFFER THE LITTLE CHILDREN:

As Moss is so young, he does not have much of a history. None of it is an uplifting or happy memory to him. He was the sixth born, four others lived one stillborn, and the runt of the litter. He was the least favorite, openly admitted by both parents, and he was the family emotional 'punching-bag'. His three older brothers teased him and bullied him endlessly, it seemed his only respite was alone time he shared with his sister. She was the only one who knew of the horrors that haunted his sleep, and the awful feelings he would get before something horrible would happen. He was her confidant, and he allowed her to die. He had a terrible dream that his sister was trapped in a ring of fire, and he simply watched as she slowly burned to death. One week later, the hunting troupe she had been a part of had been stuck in a terrible forest fire and they lost all four wolves.

With the shame of not warning her in advance, and the profound loss he was feeling after her death, he wandered away from the pack one day and found himself too far gone to even bother with looking back. He wandered until he found Tusrelle, and decided to remain in the area for awhile, it was the first good feeling he got about a place in what seemed like forever.

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eSYNC:
LOOKING:
Not really a priority.

AGE RANGE:
Not old.

LOOKS FOR IN A WOLF:
Intelligence. No judgemental-ness.

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COMMENTS: None.

LINKS:

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