Post by draconitas on Nov 21, 2008 8:00:26 GMT -5
Raihal Que
the character
name: Raihal Que
age: Three
gender: Male
pack: None
rank: (your Alpha will update this)
appearance:breed, Gray Wolf
eyes, Odd, pale blue right, light olive green-blue left
pelt, Silver grey-and-white mix over the main body, blending to a white face and muzzle. Oddly, one ear is white-tipped and the other black, the left and right respectively. A streak of black down the tail that ends before the tip.
height, 2'5" at the shoulders
weight, 115lbs
other,
personality: A good-natured fellow, generally, believing that "What's past is past; the only thing we can do now is to change the future." As such, Raihal prefers to adopt a positive attitude towards life and a diplomatic approach to most matters, seldom holding grudges over petty issues. Raihal views compromises as a better alternatives to long, drawn-out squabbles, but acknowledges that they may not always be the solution. Over matters of personal belief and morals, he will not back down, and can be surprisingly stubborn in contrast to his usual easy-going self. When he does fall into one of his darker moods, a somewhat rare occurrence, he gets harsh and snappy, throwing cutting remarks at others. Often, the best way to deal with these is to let him be, as without a victim to target his malais at, he quickly calms down.
In unfamiliar situations, Raihal tends to stay on the quiet side, but quickly opens up once he feel comfortable around others. The only issue is to gain that trust - he is a touch slower than most in that. With his friends, though, he can be a little too trusting – he has been known to believe the most outrageous things. Not that he is completely gullible, of course, he has a brain in his head, and uses it very regularly, thank you very much.
history: A pack in the higher latitudes was proud to have two new pups – it had been a hard season, the hunting tough, and two was a very good number indeed. With only five adults, any addition to the pack was a welcome one, and these two pups, Raihal Que and Kerrel, were loved by all. As the only two pups in a small pack, they were raised as brothers, almost closer than such. Where one went the other was sure to follow, the two being the very best of friends.
Late in winter, though, the Alpha, Marko, sire to Kerrel, made a grave misstep – when a large bull caribou uncharacteristically charged rather than ran, Marko was gored deeply in his side. Though not fatal at first, the wound grew infected, and Marko’s health deteriorated swiftly. Kerrel was still a pup, barely 8 months of age, so the beta, Dirl, stepped up as Alpha. The pack survived, not without a heavy heart, and the hardest hit of all was Ret, mate to Kerrel. She grew thin and sunken, as if the hollowness within her was manifesting itself on the outside as well. By the following spring, the pack had lost her, too.
With the loss of both his dam and sire in such a short time, Kerrel’s behaviour grew increasingly erratic. He rejected the pack as a family, and distanced himself from even Raihal. Kerrel saw Dirl as an ursurper to what he felt should be his birthright, and would make aggressive moves toward Dirl.
“Ker, don’t be like this. Dirl is our Alpha – our pack is doing well, the hunts have been good, there’ve been no aggressive intruders he couldn’t handle – he’s doing pretty well. When your father –“ here a pause “passed away, we needed a leader. We were both so young then, the only logical choice was –“
“Choice? I was given no choice. As for youth, I’d say I am of age now – I can lead this miserable pack. Dirl should not stand in my way. Listen, Rai, if you’re not going to stand with me, I’ll kill you. You don’t really want that.
“I know you’re brilliant, Ker, but we’re only in our second winter – we don’t know nearly as much as Dirl. Give it time, Ker. Come back to us. How’s this - we’re going to Hawk’s Peak later this morning, you love that place. We’d all love it if you could come, Ker.”
“Are you saying what I think you are, Rai?”
“Ker, please –“
A hard cuff to the head and a sharp strike, and Raihal was knocked into the river they’d agreed to meet by. The freezing water was not a major problem for the wolf’s thick coat, but the swift current swept the disoriented wolf far, far downstream, the insistent pull of the water dragging him back to its center again and again. Exhausted and groggy from extricating himself, Raihal fell unconscious on the bank. By the time he came to, the sun was low in the sky, the temperature falling swiftly. Fear in his heart and in his blood, Raihal set out for the pack’s current den site as quickly as his burning muscles could manage.
Arrayed out in a gruesome scene were three dead wolves and one unmoving grizzly. Standing over them was Kerrel, a mad gleam in his eyes.
“A bear, Rai! I killed a bear.”
“Mother, Father, Alpha Dirl! Oh, oh my – please, please, please wake up. How-how could this have happened? – “
“Rai, I killed a bear. Aren’t you proud of me?”
“–why? The nearest bear dens up the mountain in the north of the territory, that’s miles away –“
“Miles, yes. Took me the better part of today to get it here, you know. I had to kill one of her cubs, runty little thing. Mmhmm, fair brilliant of me, isn’t it? I kill the little bear, big bear kills Dirl – oh, it got your dam and sire, I’m sorry about that, really I am – and I kill the big bear! Now this pack and its territory is mine, just as it should always have been.”
“Sorry? You’re sorry? My dam and sire.. Ker, listen to yourself! This is madness – you’re mad.”
“I’m the Alpha of the Storm Hollow Pack now, Rai, this insolence will not be tolerated. Get out of my sight.”
“I will, Ker, I will. I’m sorry it had to come to this but this- this is too much. I can’t – I can’t stay here anymore, not with the murderer of my pack.
Dazed and heartsick, Raihal left, not sparing a backward glance at the lands he so loved and the pack he no longer had to run alongside him.
lineage:
birthpack: Storm Hollow Pack
sire, (father) Kente (deceased)
dam, (mother) Maja (deceased)
siblings, -the roleplayer
ooc name: niel
age: 17
gender: F
roleplay level: About average
((OOC: Sorry for the rather long history, I’m trying to get my RP-ing muscles back into shape. Um, I can do Shorter and More Concise, just say the word
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