Soaren Dasminoch

[novarose]

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Soaren Dasminoch

the character

name, Soaren Dasminoch
age, 30 moons
gender, Male
pack, None, applying to Innis
rank, None
appearance:

breed, Gray Wolf
eyes, A dark silver-gray
pelt, A thick, almost fluffy texture, varies from dark to light grey, with a milky white undercoat; Paws are a bright white, ears dark grey dappled with tawny
height, 2.7 feet at the shoulder
weight, 115 pounds
other, Several scars on his front paw pads, prominent ears, long bushy tail, small chunk of left ear missing

personality: Soaren is friendly, sometimes annoyingly so; this is no doubt because of the extended period of time he spent on his own as a cub and his deeply ingrained need for affection and love. He is easily excited by even the simplest of things, and this transfers into his desire to learn. He lacks social skills, but makes up for this in kindness and innocence. Because of this it is easy for him to be on the end of a joke and not quite grasp what he is laughing at. Soaren is oblivious to much, and yet is very deeply in tune with his surroundings. He notices even the slightest changes in the weather or the birds and easily draws conclusions from the most menial of things. He lacks training as a tracker, but could prove to be an exceptionally good one if given the chance. Soaren is a fairly good hunter but also lacks experience when it comes to hunting in a cohesive group. He is sometimes accidentally brash, although more often is just plain awkward, when it comes to courting. However, if he ever was to find a mate he most likely would be a fierce defender and a romantic lover. The ocean will always be what comes first to him; it is his true love, and he pines if sepperated from view of it. Overall, Soaren is a sweet young wolf just looking for a chance in a world that has abandoned him.

history: Soaren was predestined to have an unlucky life: his very young parents, Simpka and Jaol, had disobeyed their warring packs' law by secretly having an affair, an affair that led to his mother's pregnancy. His parents knew that soon Simpka's pack would notice the swelling of her stomach, and so ran for many nights and days until they reached the marshes of an unclaimed region. Their flight had taken a toll on Simpka, who that night, curled in a wet, rank den of cypress tree roots, gave an early birth to three cubs, two stillborn girls and a barely live boy. For the next few days it remained unclear whether or not he would live; but as his mother's milk grew stronger on a diet of swamp rats, of which there was a very large abundance of, the little pup began to draw deeper breaths and the shaking in his small frame stopped. Once he had began to put on weight, the parents decided that they should give the pup a name: Soaren, after a fabled hero of Simpka's pack, Dasminoch, after Jaol's Alpha great-grandsire.

For the next few months the little family would remain in the swamp, gaining strength and bonding with the newest member. Once Soaren had begun to speak and play, the family moved a short way to a higher location, away from the flies and mud of everglade. There they found a small rock cave to spend their summer in, and what a summer it was; along with the large population of rats, the swamp proved to be a mating ground for roe deer, and with this multitude of prey the family almost never went hungry. Soaren began to learn to hunt, and proved himself a good tracker. The family was content to their lot and began to plan for their happy future, a future of luxury and bliss...

But this was not to be. The couple had broken a law, and for this they would be punished. Their packs united in an effort to find them and bring them to justice; They sent messengers to other packs with descriptions of the so called "criminals" and asked them, that if they were to see the couple, to kill them. And so, when a hunting party encountered the little family's scent on the brisk fall wind, they were to meet with their demise. Soaren watched as four full grown male wolves killed his parents, knowing he would be next. But the they took pity on the young wolf, and instead of taking his life, one bit a chunk from his ear and ordered him to leave the swamp. Soaren, terrified and whimpering from his ordeal, did as was asked. He fled without a berring, without a destination, and soon the yearling found himself at the ocean. He ran into the water, cleaning himself of the blood on his ear, and shaking, collapsed onto the shore.

There Soaren would lie for two days, moaning to himself and caring to his ear. On the third day of his mourning a windfall that would decide his future washed up on the beach, a windfall in the form of a whale. Soaren was terrified of the bellowing beast at first, but as the monster began to die he approached it. This was food! The little wolf sat, tail wagging, as the whale shuddered its last breath, and then dug into the greasy blubber. On this, along with the occasional seagull, Soaren would survive his first winter, and part of his first spring. It gave him a love of the ocean, a force that had given him life after his brush with death.

After the whale had decayed and he had chewed the very marrow from its bones, Soaren began to wander the beach in search of other wolves. He never encountered any, and he had developed a fear of the mainland so he did not want to explore an further. For the next year Soaren scoured the beach, discovering how to catch crabs and playing in the ocean spray. When he was a little older than two, and had grown to his full weight and height, he began to feel wistful of the days he had spent with other wolves. Despite this,he was still too afraid to go far enough inland to where he couldn't see the ocean. He fell into a depression, and began to loose weight from not hunting. He sat in a small cave in a cliff by the ocean and watched the movements of the sea, retelling the stories of his childhood to himself.

He had almost given up his will to live, and was just contemplating never leaving his cave again, when a storm hit his beach. Waves like he had never seen before crashed into his cave, sending him flying into the sharp, rocky walls. The cave was completely flooded, and Soaren was stuck inside it. He panicked, and then from somewhere deep inside himself realised that he wanted nothing more than to live. Soaren grappled at the walls, seeking out paw holds with no regard for the pain of the sharp edges searing into his paw pads. In a little less than a minute he was out, bobbing at the surface of the roiling ocean and gasping for air. He swam as hard as he could, waves crashing down on him and knocking the breath from his lungs.

In what seemed like a life time to Soaren, but must have been only a few hours, the storm had passed. The young wolf was left in the middle of a calm, empty ocean, without even the sight of land. He whimpered to himself, but then once again the overwhelming desire to live seized him. He paddled, tongue lolling, for half a day until he could see the hazy outline of an island on the horizon. Then suddenly, as the sun set, the island was lit by what seemed like a million rubies: hot pinks, dark ambers, and brilliant scarletts blanketed the little island in mirage-like beauty. Soaren gasped, almost forgetting to paddle to remain afloat. That surely was his home, his final destination, a place that fulfilled his wildest dreams...

lineage:
birthpack,

sire, Jaol Patir (father)
dam, Simpka Vrair (mother)
siblings, Stillborn
mate, None
whelps, None

the roleplayer

ooc name, novarose
age, 15
gender, female
roleplay level, literate

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