Thalos Destruction

Thalos Destruction

{ forty-two inches }  ~  { one hundred ninety-eight pounds }
Thalos Destruction is a child who is and always will be of an inquisitive mind.  Anything that even remotely interests him, he often decides to pursue.  Any peculiar sound, scent, or even sight draws the boy near… sometimes with not-so-good consequences.  It’s a matter of cause and effect that enables little Thalos to learn, not sitting idly by and listening to many a lesson be told.  Oh no, it’s not that easy to keep his attention.

Lessons tend to bore him, unless they are more hands-on and let him get his paws dirty { which he absolutely adores! }  There is a soft spot for history and fight lessons, however.  To know the reason behind things in the world is what makes him happiest.  He dearly wishes to know why the world exists and how it works with so many creatures on it.  How the seasons change and how the sun and moon rise and fall.  Oh, what wonderful lessons to be learned!

True to his lineage of the Destructions, Thalos is a creature of protectiveness and caring.  His smaller sister, Farore Destruction, is whom he holds dearest and closest, both as a playmate and friend.  Whenever she wants to go on an adventure, Thalos follows!  If any in his pack or family was to get hurt, the righteous pup would not know what to do with himself!  He tends to be a little clingy to those smaller or younger than him, and is quite independant from his superiors.  Each and every superior, however, does have his utmost respect.  If one demands he doesn't do something, he will probably listen.

Whilst he is protective and caring, Thalos is a bit of an awkward fellow.  He doesn't quite know what to do with his emotions when he does have them, so if they are positive, he lets them all out.  If his emotions and feelings are negative, he just sort of bottles them up until that bottle explodes.  He tries not to let it explode all over another, but sometimes he is unable to help himself.  Maybe someday this won't keep him from becoming a hopeless romantic and let him have his own family... or maybe not.  Who knows?

All in all, he seems to behave like a knight sworn by the blood on his blade to defend his own.  Perhaps he wouldn't kill many for the benefit of just his family... It just wouldn't settle right with him!  He's also like an immature and naive little boy, always seeking adventure and fun!

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Even as a child, Thalos will be very tall.  Not to say that he will be powerful and bulky, but lean and streamlined.  Elongated legs support a thin chest and shoulders.  His hips are quite thin, giving him the appearance of a maned wolf.  At around nine months of age, the lupe will have reached the apex of his height, standing forty-two inches tall at his shoulders.  This is a staggering and quite unusual height for Thalos’ lineage, for both parents barely stand above thirty-six inches tall, and his sister is a petite thirty-two.  Either way, he is quite light, weighing a fragile one hundred ninety-eight pounds in his prime.  This is likely caused by his loss of puppy fat along with a lack of dense bones and his thin stature.

Onto coloration, think of a swirling latte or cappuccino.  The dark expresso color that creates part of the beverages makes up the base of the thin canine.  It is draped across his frame in a rich and lucious coat, smooth and silky locks spread evenly and nicely across his frame.  This base seems to get impossibly darker, smatterings of a darker coffee place at his hips and the top side of his tail.  It is mostly just small sweeps of it lacing locks of fur, yet it seems to coalesce in other places as notable markings.  The shade colors the front of the lupe's forelegs, extending up to his shoulders and uniting with a dark nape and skull.  Such pigments covers the whole of the boy's face, safe for some later-to-be mentioned markings.  Set into his crown is a pair of shimmering amber orbs, bright like the fire of courage and bravery that shines in his golden little heart.

Onto the creamier sections of the child, there are quite a few.  First and foremost, the whole of his undersides are coated evenly in such a tone, covering each slender leg and the areas where his juglar and windpipe are.  A fluffy little tail that sways behind the boy is dipped in this ecru, and the color is smeared up the underside to meet his legs.  A dorsal stripe begins between rounded and cute ears, slithering like a serpent to the base of his tail, where it thins out into nothing, running out of paint. The final few touches of this tone is at the boy's facial features.  The tips of his ears are colored lightly, as well as small smears beneath the boy's eyes.  A short blaze begins at the edges of an adorable brown nose and extends up to between his bright eyes.

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My interpretation of Thalos is happy to go with Farore on all of the adventures and cause all of the mischief, only to be the cutest and guiltiest giant little puppy ever!  I've been off playing a lot of babies, so I know how to make the best of cute feels!

Perhaps someday, they could go mate-hunting and imagine having their own kids to take care of!  Adventure pack!  I see these two as almost hopeless and awkward romantics, doomed to cling to one another's sides!

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The distant crash of a river rumbled, water slapping against stone with great force.  Up ahead of a duo of 'specialized explorers,' a vibrant forest stretched arms wide for the curious.  Metaphorically, of course.  Bright little pink blossoms of color swirled down, cast toward the two youngsters by a soft wind.  The skies above were clear and blue, absolutely stunning.  A medallion of sunlight gazed down from above, casting the whole world in warm light.  Oh how beautiful spring could be!

It was the amongst the pups' first few endeavors beyond the river that showed Threar's borders, and it seemed to be simply fantastic!  Every time, the duo would make it further and further, closer and closer to a nook full of beautiful pink blooms.  Today had to be the day, though, as far as the older of the two was concerned.  Thalos had begun to get the hang of using his long and gangly legs, yet he still would stumble and fall, not yet skilled enough to run.  At least he'd try to run, sometimes.  Lifting his dark crown up high, the pup looked to his sister with unease.  "Faaaa.  Why don't you have big 'n long legs like me?  It isn't fair!" he'd whine plaintively, shaking his head, "It's really hard to walk with these."

Amber eyes looked back to where his sister walked alongside him, but she had already bolted in a gleeful run, squealing in joy and happiness.  "Come on Taloo!" was all that he needed to hear, the boy stopping for a moment to lurch forth, but holding himself back.  He didn't want to fall again!  He'd already bruised his little chin and busted up his knees with that antic, and boy had it hurt!  Luckily, Farore hadn't been there, but she didn't need to see her big brother stumble and fall!  No way, no how!  "A'ight."  He murmured, looking down at his feet, which seemed to move really far away at that point.  Gulping, he lifted a foot and lurched forth onto it, kicking out his other three legs to move faster.  He'd repeat the steps for all of his feet, and soon... he was running!  Maybe he was doing it a bit clumsily, but at least he could catch up to his sister!  Laughing happily, Thalos threw his head back, cheering to the wind.

Soon, the two became surrounded by pink colors, reflecting onto their pelts and turning cream markings into a soft pastel pink.  Yipping happily, Farore would shift off to the side, without any warning.  The gangly boy noticed a moment too late, and in a lackluster attempt to turn toward her, the boy lost his footing on the thick cover of petals and leaves on the floor.  Yelping with surprise and hurt, Thalos slid across the forest floor.  A little wake of bright colors flew behind him, and the boy whined when he finally stopped.  He didn't have any scratches, but he was coated in slightly dewy flowers and leaves, the plant life clinging stubbornly to his fluffy little locks of fur.  "Owwwieee."  Looking up, he found himself in the shade of a tree.

Floppy ears swiveled forth, the boy straightening a little as a worried little sister came up to him.  "Are you okay, Taloo?"  Nodding with a small frown and dull orange eyes, he looked down guiltily.  Why did he have to fall over?  What was Farore running to so happily?  It probably wasn't that important, but he wanted to see what it had been.  "I'm a'ight."  Thalos barked indignantly, putting down his paws in stubbornness.  He had to show his little sister that he was big and strong, like everyone else!

"I, uh.  Ran this way.  Because I heard something.  Like 'peep peep peep.'  Yeah!"  Nodding happily, the pup lurched up to his feet and looked up at a low-hanging branch.  "There!"  Lifting his head proudly and right leg, he'd point to a bird's nest nestled in the crook of the tree's arm.  A mother bird lay in it, supporting her three nestlings.  Looking down gleefully, his sister gasped, amazed at the birds.  "Lemme climb on you and get a better look!"  Without further ado, the girl crouched down and bounded clumsily onto Thalos' back, weight bearing down on his shoulders.  He could support the pup for a little while, but hopefully she wouldn't want to stare too long...  Hopefully.

To answer his hopes and dreams, his sister squealed in fear.  "Eeeeeek!"  Thalos whipped his head up only to have it knocked down and collapse to the forest floor for the second time.  Yelping, he'd wriggle out from beneath the mess that was now Farore, who was being attacked by a very angry mama bird!  "Did you try to touch mama bird's babies?  Mamas don't like that!"  Ignoring if Fa gave an answer, Thalos squealed and butted his sister, throwing his nose up high.  Maybe he could hit the bird and give Fa an opening to run!  The robin brushed his maw, making him want to sneeze, and began to attack him.  "Owwwww!  We're sorry!"  He screamed, backpedaling and stumbling over his own feet.  He was now sitting down, an angry mother bird pecking warnings at his muzzle and face.  Closing his eyes tightly with tears stinging them, Thalos writhed to his side then feet.  He had to run away, and not come back here!  That mama bird was mean! Farore was nowhere to be found, and Thalos couldn't be bothered to try and find a scent trail amongst all of the sweet blossoms. He simply ran, and headed toward the sound of the river. Maybe he'd find his sister there, and the mama bird would leave him alone!