Frostheart

[dizzi]

Wolf
Name: Frostheart
Age: 3
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight
Description: he has long, well-muscled legs and a massive tank-like torso. His muzzle is slightly shorter and wider then normal. His eyes are a bright pink in colour. They appear to glow like pink pearls sparkling in the sunlight. His coat is rather short but thicker then a lion’s mane. It also grows longer on his ears and over his eyes, hiding his eyes for the most part. His main colour is a startling navy blue ticked with a lighter blue. His muzzle, under belly, under tail, chest, and legs are a warm summer sky colour that feels like feathery down. His paws looked to be dipped in a soft coloured cream. His claws are sharp and appear like black ice.
Accessories: his ears are pierced with silver studs and rings. His forelegs have black and silver striped arm warmers that go up from his paws to half way up his legs. His hind legs have black bands with broken chain dangling from the back. His has a thick leather collar with the shattered remains of chains that are broken from sharp teeth.
Personality: Frostheart is just as his name states: he’s as cold as ice and a bite like a mid-winter blizzard. He has a tendency to stray from large packs. He is very submissive to those that have earned his great respect and he will lend his own life to them. His heart seems to thaw when he sees those with more then just the rage of blood lust, but the will to die for others. He’s really nothing but a big softy that tries to hide his fear of abandonment and pains. He may snarl and never answer you word wise, but once he warms up to you, he will give you his own life.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes: his father, respect, shiny metals, older wolves he can look up to, hunting, fresh kill, moonlit nights, the smells and sounds of first spring.
Dislikes: large packs, his uncle, buzzard food, too much mud, humans, others making fun of his eyes, his collar and chains, and others thinking they can just tell him what to do since their bigger then him.
History: Frostheart is the only male out of six in his litter. He is the son of the great Paleface, leader of sun pack. He was raised to respect those that have earned it in his eyes. His father was his only true friend in the massive pack with him being strangely built and the runt of the litter. His home was raided by a so called “wildlife group” and captured by humans at 3 months old. He was caged and chained as a guard animal. He was decorated with leather and chains of the strongest steel. He bit and snarled at his captors, freezing his heart into the hardest of stones. He had finally broken free when he was taken out of his cage. No one had realized he had broken his chains since he stayed in the corner with the rotten animal meat they tried to feed him. He some how was able to free all that were imprisoned by the humans. They all praised his bravery, even his own father, and was greatly respected.

Unfortunately, his uncle Darkpatch, Paleface’s youngest sibling, was one of the wolves he released. He joined the pack under the name Black and tortured the one thing most precious to his brother, Frostheart. The young pup was tormented by his uncle and lost faith in his own soul that he ended up being chased out of the pack with Darkpatch snipping at his tail. He ended up being found by his father when he was cornered by Darkpatch. Paleface was able to protect his only son from his hate filled brother until Darkpatch turned away and abandoned his chase. He was taking Frostheart back home when his son finally confronted him on his fears. He understood his son’s pain after his fright, but was broken inside at this.

“If you wish to leave us, then find my sister. Her name is Blindsight. She has a black and silver coat that looks like the strange material humans call silk. She will take care of you until I am able to leave the pack in another’s paws. Now go, before your mother finds out what we have done.” Paleface sighed.
The hurt could be heard in his bark and it tugged at Frostheart’s chest. He gave a soft nuzzle to his father and was shocked by a snarl and sharp bite to his tail. He whined and ran off, his own heart broken by the pain-filled yowls of his and Paleface.
He now looks for his aunt Blindsight until his father comes to find him.
Magical: no
Other: he absolutely hates others commenting on his strange build and bright pink eyes. He will lose all respect for you and not be afraid to turn you into buzzard food.
Picture: none

[Jellybean]

Accepted ;D