Herne Destruction

Personality: Some habits never do change, for this young Destruction has clung desperately to his quiet and timid nature.  Every word that is seldom spoken by him is savored and well-thought out, showing more logical sense than some his age can even muster in seconds.  A,ongst his good traits, there is a way of him quickly learning and showing quite a bit of intellect for his age.  It seems his will to think is quite strong, showing he would make an excellent peace-keeper in future times.  He has matured a little since his childhood, but he still yet tries so very hard to be kind and giving to others.  In reality, he may not really care, yet Herne has hopes that the kindness he shows will come back and do him and his family's name well.

Perhaps one of the Destruction's biggest downfall is that he is very laid back and somewhat lazy.  In the sense of laid back, he's very open and accepting of all lifestyles, even those that revolve around murder and killing.  When Herne encounters one of these vastly different wolves, he... sucks up to them.  This may be his cause of death someday.  If you try to force him into getting his butt off the ground to hunt, you may as well go hunt alone.  He will complain and whine, using his body's shape as an excuse not to go hunting.  Also a hopeless romantic, he may never find a mate, for lack of sentiment and truly wanting to love everyone equally and be fair.  The boy has the behavior of an omega, somewhat submissive and willingly accepting the short end of the stick for the better of others.

Plans: Herne will continue living in Threar, but occasionally make expeditions out beyond their territories to see what wolves it has to offer.  He may never take a mate, due to his nature, but he may take companions or perhaps adopt orphaned pups.

RP sample: Putting his nose low to the ground, Herne took in the scents of the borders... which smelled so strongly of waters and brimming with life.  There were the memories of distant passerby imprinted on the territory's edges, pawprints pressed into the mud and dried into it forever.  Absently, the small boy placed his own foot on one of the footsteps, wondering if he had made it.  It encircled his foot perfectly, every contour fitting the curve of his pads.  Flicking his tongue out to lick his chops in thought, a chocolate brown head would tilt, amber-esque eyes blinking as he stared at the many prints in the mud.  How were there so many?

'This place has been here for ages...' he thought, realizing how dry and dusty this stretch of dirt was.  To him, every print in the mud was a symbol of strength... of surviving.  How else would they have lasted?  He, himself, was a symbol of strength and survival.  He had outlasted puphood and now he was running into the harsh real world.  Not with a crashing start, of course, but a start nontheless.

A small whimper laced through the air, reaching the inquistive Destruction.  Herne tilted his head and began to stalk toward the source, every step measured and careful.  No sound was made, as if even the forest hushed to help the chocolate-laden male hear.  Another whimper echoed off the trees, this time louder.  Savoring his word, the boy gave a small cry, "H-Hello...?"  The sound of his voice, now a deep baritone compared to his girlishly adorable annoying voice as a child, reverberated all around, leaving the forest in a strange silence.  Yet another call came, but it was one of distress.  Picking up the pace, Herne could barely fathom what had stumbled into Threar territory.  It had to be a pup of someone's!

Forest branches and bushes would shift away from the small boy as he hustled toward the sound. In a clearing, there was one pup... barely two months old, wandering in circles and giving mournful cries. As soon as the child saw Herne was there, it instantly cowered and hid behind a rock. With a small coo, Herne smiled softly. "It's okay. I won't hurt you." Padding forth, he gently put his feet on the rock, licking the top of the pup's head softly. "Are you alone? An orphan?"

Silently, the pup looked up with bright blue eyes, and simply said one thing. "I'm not alone anymore. I'm with you!"