valor - - - luzion

[!! kailei ,]

VALOR.
( val-er )
bravery.
val - lor - vor

male
two years
born december thirty-first
of the luzion race

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MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL:

he's a pretty little boy, that's for sure. his lean structure, those taut muscles sliding under his feather soft, lush fur; long limbs swinging, petite paws striking the ground with blunt nails. his shoulders are strong and surprisingly thin; his neck almost disproportionally thick. as he runs - swift as he is, he does fall when he's nervous, the clumsy little thing - his short tail wags from side to side, reaching down as if to touch the ground, though it never reaches it.

intelligent blue-gray - just the lightest of slate gray - eyes, set beneath two large ears, seem to dance with life. they are pools of emotion, always betraying him; whenever he's lying he always has to avert his eyes, for fear of being detected. just a few hues separate his eyes from the spots of bright blue that line his forehead and eyes, three to a set.

that soft, downy like fur is beautifully colored, though rather plain. from his forehead to the top of his tail is a dark gray, occasionally blending into black at his ears and spine. the bottom of his jaw is a snowy white; a silvery splotch disrupts the gray on the side of his neck. his legs are white, barely tainted by the strange purple-gray color that lies on his elbows, the insides of his legs, belly, hindquarters, and the bottom of his tail.

but, then, what is it that sets him as a luzion wolf? what marks him as him? why, it couldn't possibly be the long, dappled silver-white-gray-black-blue wings that sprout from his spine, could it? the wings are lined with fur on the top, but completely feathered, just like a bird's. when he swims he tucks them close to his body, to avoid having them catch on anything.

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WHO'S THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?:

he's - in one word - an introvert. socially awkward and almost shy, he tends to keep to himself, unless spoken to. he's gentle and kind, though; very sweet, and loving, but almost incapable of showing so. it is because of this that he wanders alone, though sometimes he catches up with his sister for a short while. he is a wandering soul, looking for love in all the wrong places ( which is why he's stopped looking ).

he's normally very calm and collected, with a quick mind and quick reflexes - and though quiet and sometimes seen as too serious, this boy is a lover of fun. by himself he makes up games to flex his mind and body, romping over any land that takes his fancy - though once he's been spotted he'll stop, immediately nervous. he stutters and stumbles when he's nervous, which can be very endearing - especially considering his name. other times, however, it can be the target for major criticism - not that he cares. he's happy with himself ( most the time ).

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IS IT I, WHO'S MASKED WITH SHAME:

valor was born early in the year, along with his sister, mockingwish. he never knew his father, and nor would he, as his mother was force-bred. he lived in the north, the harsh coldness shaping himself and his sister into what they are. as he grew up, their mother always told them, " never take anything from anyone - not pity, nor talk. "

eventually their mother died, and the two went their seperate ways.

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AND IS IT TIME, TO STAKE MY CLAIM?:
i wouldn't mind one, but i'm not desperate. she can't be too young, nor too old; preferably intelligent and kind.

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