Loccian x Gerhardt Pups

Name: Nizhoni

Gender: Male

Personality: Nizhoni would be possessed by a deep, insatiable wanderlust. He will dream of places he has not seen, can barely fathom in the waking world, and his paws will itch whenever he is still. As a pup, he will get into endless trouble, running amuck under the paws of older wolves and voyaging far from the safety of the den. As such, he will develop a certain distaste for restrictions and authority. He will learn quickly to stand up for himself, to hold his own, or at least bluff his way out of a sticky situation. As his body grows, so will his heart. His kindness will be, at times, his greatest fault. He will never be able to raise a claw to one he loves or respects, no matter their opinion of him, no matter the scars that come to mar him. He will trust insatiably, love insatiably, and his dreams will only grow more vivid. His sense of humor will be quick to shine, a warm light among dark days. He will, after a time, become well traveled and wise (though not for a good long while,) and eager to pass his knowledge on the the younger generations. The finer arts of weather patterns, astrology, and mythology will interest him greatly. Combining this with the combat expertise you can really only gain from a life in the wilds, one could call him a warrior-monk, a title he would accept with a grin on his face.

Appearance: Image #2

Rp Sample: Blood poured from a gash just above his right eye, blinding Nizhoni temporarily. His breath plumed out before him, collecting to form a delicate frost around his nose and jowls. It was tinted red. Behind him, faint whimpering; in front of him, savage growling. Two realities of life colliding with savage repercussions, and he caught in the middle as he so often was. He stared deep into the red eyes before him, that seemed to glow, that he knew would haunt him forever if he failed her today. His head was lowered between his forelimbs, his tail out straight, ears pinned, teeth bared, savagely growling. And yet there in front of him was a hulking, living shadow, mirroring him move for move. The shadow spoke, a deep baritone like stone scraping stone. "You have some sort of claim to this fae?" Behind him, the whimpers only got louder. "Shut those damn whelps up, or I'll only kill them slower!" Anger kindled within Niz and it personified in a voice so low and cold the very air seemed to grow more frigid. "You will do nothing of the sort," he hissed. The brute launched himself at the younger male again, as he had countless times before, trying to get around him, over him, through him, to kill the pupspawn of another male and claim the fae as his own.

The shadow was not unmarked himself. His shoulder was dripping blood from a stiff bite, he favored his right paw now that he likely had a severed tendon in the left. Ears were notched, his flank scratched, but the living shadow was still not nearly so bad off as Niz was. Such is the price for playing the game, Niz thought with a smile. It was worth it. He called out over his shoulder, "Run! Now, I'll hold him off, find a pack to keep you safe for now." The black male barreled into him while he was distracted, rolling him onto his side, kicking off from Nizhoni's ribs. Despite being winded, the younger male lunged, locked his teeth into the male's tale, and dragged him back down. His opponent roared and snarled, whirling on him with savage fury. Nizhoni took blow after blow, giving what he could in return. From the corner of his eye, he saw the mother and her four pups disappearing into the woods. Even if I should die here, I have not failed, he thought. The pain receded, and he blacked out.

Other: I don't know, basically I guess I would have Nizhoni be a knight in tarnished armor. Moral, noble, reliable, but arrogant and foolish all the same. Self-sacrificing to the point of danger, but always the one you would have on your side in a fight.