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<TD><BR>Name: Tain
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Age: 3 1/2 Years
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Gender: Male/Brute
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Breed: Timber Wolf
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Personality:
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A kind mask is over his face, he has a kind personality, though naturally he is impatient, though this was caused because of his siblings, he is a loner, that was how he was put as a pup, a runt and a loner, though he wants a pack, not only to help himself, but to help others, others who seek a pack, he would welcome them. He likes to have company when he is in the mood, which is not very often, but when it comes, use it wisely, he will not let just anything happen. He can be very angry and solitary at times, he is usually a very kind wolf, even though what has happened in his past should of changed that. He is smart and cunning and can think himself out of very sticky situations, he is witty and cheeky, which usually is a bad thing but can lead hm to good situations.
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Appearance:
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Eyes:
</BR> Emerald orbs have always haunted his life, they glow furiously envying the past, which he cannot change. The ring on the outside is a lightish green, growing more emerald as it centers, by the pupil a ring of hazel is found, though none have ever ventured this close to his face, not for reasons of danger, but because of his abnormal coat.
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Face:
</BR> His face is a reddish silver colour, as the rest of his coat shows, the underneath of his maw is a whiteish cream, that leads along his chest to his underbelly, his ears a silver red, that blends in nicely with his head.
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Body:
</BR> The first layer of colour is a rich browny red and greys, hazel flecks all across his body, along his spine is a silverish stripe, that is almost covered by the more layers of grey, he is an abnormal coloured timber wolf, most would think him a mexican wolf, but no he is pure timber, but his coat does not portray that. His legs are a silverish greay, flecks of reddish brown along them, a greyish tail seems to blend in with the rest of his body. He has long legs, and a muscley posture, he has musley legs too.
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<BR>History:
</BR><BR>A swift breeze blew its chill wind along the tops of the canopy of pine trees, a lone wolf sat, watching a leaf that twisted and twirled around his body, touching his fur slightly, making chills send along his built figure. His fur ruffled as the wind softly stirred his unmoving body, blinking slowly he looked back up at the leaf that fell in front of his paws, the great reds and golden browns seemed bright against the dull brown mud that laid underneath his reddish silver coat. A great sorrow interrupted his peaceful face as he stood long silvered legs, bowing his head he began to walk away, smeared footprints left in the soft mud, and there the story will be told.</BR>

<BR>The leaf that had laid gently to the ground began to stir, the upwind of air blowing it high in the sky, a long journey would take you to where it all began, the dull light of the sun reflected slightly on the golden leaf, a sea appeared from what seemed like no where, as it came down sharply to the ground, and landing gracefully again. In front is a vast field of greens and yellows, it would be hard to seem that it was winter in this beautiful unharmed haven. A lone pup watched as his fellow brothers and sisters played, he unusual colouring of reds and silvers giving him a mystical look, and his unnatural emerald green eyes seemed to make him abnormal. He looked down at the ground, listening to his siblings play, instinct made him stand, as he ran joyfully over to the others, his face lighting up as he ran over, but instantly they were gone running away from him, a teasing game that they always played when he came near. A soft thump was heard as he sat on the grass, his body completely covered by it, and yet he could still hear the distant calls and growls as the pups played, sighing he dropped to the floor, closing his eyes he sent into a deep sleep, but what entered his mind were not good thoughts, bad, horrifying thoughts, and pictures, though only he can remember them clearly, they were pictures of him, and his siblings, but the siblings lay dead and he is the murderer.</BR>

<BR>Opening his eyes suddenly he yelped as his brother, Tarin, landed harshly on his stomach, winding him slightly, he stood and looked around as they ran off playfully, anger welled up inside him as he charged after them, growling. He stopped as it was all to quiet and fell backwards as his sister pounced on him, then gripping and biting onto his neck the others jumped on him, nipping at him, whimpering he squirmed away, his tail between his legs and ears lowered flat against his head the wind tugging at his fur. </BR>

<BR>Two years passed, his life being haunted by the pictures in his mind, and being haunted by his siblings, he forced himself to do them no harm; he didn’t want to end up like his dream, or nightmare, but they were leading him to so much anger that was willing to let free from inside the cage he had flung it in, but the cage was weakening, and so was his patience. The day that he had feared came, he had been walking in the forest near a stream that he often followed out of curiosity, he felt leaves and twigs snap a pressured paw hit the grass, he knew that sound all to well; it was his brother, Tarin, here to play a few tricks, as usual. Turning his head towards the noise he spoke, loudly without falter.
“Tarin, I want no fights, leave, for my patience has worn thin over the years, ad I fear I will harm you if you do anything.”
A little laugh was suppressed by his brother as he spoke, Tarin often thought himself the best, selfish, unlike Tain. Watching as Tarin stepped out of the bushes; the other brute began to run towards him, Tain nodded his head in sorrow; his brother was trying to harm him, again, but Tain would not put up with it, not again, snarling he rushed towards him, leaping into the air he caught his brother by the throat, gripping tightly, his anger had been unleashed as Tarin choked for breath, Tain kept his grip, his body shaking as he growled. His eyes glowing fiercely as his brother’s last breath blew from his mouth, his body became limp, and a trickle of blood slithered down his throat, Tain stepped backwards, letting go of Tarins throat and howled, he had done what he feared, killed his brother, though, what sibling would be next, he, wished not to find out.</BR>

<BR>So now he waits, ventured away from his pack, his parents hunting him down, but the only way to hide, to have a group, a pack, so he questioned his thoughts of having his own, when it shall be the right time he did not know, would he make the pack soon? Or shall he be hunted and killed by his willing parents, that shall be decided in the future, for now he waits for the right time.</BR>
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Parents:
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Mother: Seline
Father: Riome
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Siblings:
</BR>Brothers: Tarin, Quen
Sisters: Lily, Selia

<BR>Anything Else: Abnormal fur colour and eyes. :)</TD>
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