Wait. What? MORE Erani Relatives?

WORK IN PROGRESS

Number:4
Name:Maximous(meaning savior in Greece) or Max for short
Age: 2

Appearance: The young man is tall, yet stalky. He stands at 36 inches tall and weighs around 160lbs, but he is far from fat...its all muscle. His fur is long, thick, and such a dark black that it looks blue in the light of the moon. His flesh is dark, which only ads to the darkness of his pelt. His eyes however are an icy blue that stands out against his dark features. The only scar he holds on him is the mark of a half trained healer of the Nomads. It is two strait lines between his eyebrows, the mark is stained with blackberry juice...giving the mark a dark purple almost red look that stands out against his bluish black fur.

Personality: Though he looks like a demon of the night, he is quite the opposite. He would sooner mend wounds than he would make them. To those he is not fond of he simply does not speak. Max is only willing to fight if it means he is protecting another...though he will hate every second of it. He loves pups and sees only the potential in them. He is very friendly and caring so making friends with this boy is rather easy...though being a trusted friend is another story all together. The only time he takes to care for himself is to make sure he is clean...after all a dirty wolf is not one someone wants to mend their wounds. Max is a very loyal wolf and prefers to follow the laws but not even an order from an alpha or a king can keep him from healing an injured wolf. The only thing that could keep this male from doing his job is either that he is injured or the wolf has caused him or his family harm.

Roleplay Sample: Maximous was deep within his den for the night. His eyes had been closed and his mind was blank with sleep. The peacefulness of the black night did not last long however. A scream sounded through the night, not for help, but in terror.

The young man rose quickly from his slumber, shook the dirt from his pelt, and set out into the moonlit land. His legs carried him to the scream as quickly as they could. As he drew closer to the area the scream came from, he could tell some one was definitely upset over something. With every step the sobs grew louder and the more words she could make out.

It was a girl, no more than a child, who was crying and making little sense as she spoke in sobbing whimpers. When they came into view he could see why. A mother lay broken and unconscious on the ground. The girl was begging her mother to get up as something larked closer in the shadows. He himself knew that he would not actually attack the stalker but it did not know that.

He jumped from his hiding place and did not stop until he stood over the woman and her child protectively. To any one that truly knew him would laugh at him as they would know that this show of aggressiveness was just that, a show. In the light the moon provided his pelt looked blue to anyone who may look upon him and his ice blue eyes shown bright and demon like.

Max would snap his jaws together and bear his sharp pearly white teeth as the thing continued to move forward in the shadows. The closer it came the easier it was for him to make out what it was. Another male wolf darker than himself but with pale eyes that reflected just as much of the moons light as his own did.

For any untrained wolf, the male would seem blind, but Maximous knew that his eyes may be pail, but they were not dull enough to be blind. The boy's voice came out deep and fierce. "Leave now and ill not hunt you down, leaving small wounds here and there until you are so paranoid that you wont even eat for fear I've poisoned it. It will be then and only then that I will leave you broken as you bleed to death."

The words tasted bitter and made him want to vomit, but the stalker seemed to believe him as it stopped in his tracks. They stood there staring each other down for what seemed like a long time, before the male finally left. Maximous did not move from his position over the female and her child until he dare not make the woman wait for medical assistance any longer.

First he looked her over making sure it was safe to even move her. Nothing was broken but two wounds could not wait much longer. One on the side of her neck and another just behind her shoulder blade. The young girl seemed to get louder and more hysterical with every passing moment, being terrified of the first male and now by his own words.

When he was sure he could move the woman the child had grown restless. By the time Max had the woman drapped over his back so that he could take her safely to his den the girl was attacking his leg and screaming at him to leave her mother alone. "Hush child. I do not intend to harm your mother, what I intend is to help her." he said lowering his head so that his mark was visible "I am a Nomad wolf, a healer. Do not fear me for nothing I said to your attacker was true."

Quickly he picked up the girl and made his way to his herb filled den. After setting the girl down he placed the woman down gently. Cleaning both wounds thoroughly he chewed the herb that would numb the pain a bit. As he smoothed the numbing herb he began chewing the herb that would cover the wounds keeping bugs and infection out. After placing the bandage like herb he placed another in front of her face. This one would wake her, but it would take a small amount of time.

After an hour or so of keeping the young girl preoccupied, the woman awoke. First fearful for the child and then defensive because she knew not were she was. After a small explanation and making sure the woman would be alright Maximous sent them on their way with strict instructions and herbs she would need for the next few days.

He took a few moments to clean the blood first from his den and then from himself before laying down to sleep for the remainder of the night.