[With Silent Pawsteps...] Elenath

[Varro]

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[atrb=background,http://img826.imageshack.us/img826/4262/varromiddle.jpg] name. Varro age. 4.5 years gender. Male species. Coyote weight. 45 lbs. height. 18" at shoulder appearance. Varro is your average coyote. Although he is slightly shorter than most males, he still stands quite high, and with his tail is a long and limber creature. He weighs heavily due to good feeding, which gives him a good advantage in a fight. Although he is more suited hunting, since his legs are muscular yet thin, and his paws carry his weight well. Due to his longer body his stride is quiet and smooth, leaving his prey without much notice to his presence. His coat is a beautiful array of browns, grays and white, the black in a striped form down his back, and the white covering his chest and underbelly. The tip of his tail is black as well. His ears are settled nicely atop his head, their size and curve suitable for good hearing. Varro's eyes are a deep yellowed amber, which look black in the dim light. word count: 151 history. It was a dreary night...a cold, dark memory that any being would gladly be rid of, if they could remember it. Sadly, little Varro would not remember this night, for he was only a newborn pup. His mother gave birth to a litter of three, all of whom were small and defenseless. But she was a weak-hearted coyote, and decided she would rather defend herself than take care of three pups in an area unsafe for her kind. Another coyote female found them a few days later...and found two dead, but one struggled to cling to its life. Little Varro. The female took pity on him and took him to a safe place where he could be nourished back to good health, and in time became a rambunctious young pup. Once Varro was old enough to take care of himself, he bid his caretaker farewell and set off to find his own way. For a few years he wandered the land, settling in one place for no more than a couple of weeks, then taking off to another temporary home. He never strayed into any territories though; more often than not just approaching their scent line brought a snarl to their lips. Varro was not much of a fighter and thought it better to avoid such confrontations. Life was quite dull and other than catching prey and wandering from place to place, and he could only hope to find a territory of his own, where snarled lips would no longer come to greet him. word count: 253 desired pack. Elenath starting post. "Varro's speech." || Varro's thoughts. The air wafted past his nose like smoke. The cold chilled him to his bones, and his paws ached from their constant beating on the frozen ground. Leaves crackled high above his head and threatened to fall from the trees; they were the last signs of life clinging on to its mother for protection from the wind and snow. A white clump fell behind him. Without hesitation Varro turned and stared at the lump, fur standing on end and teeth bared. How ridiculous. Just another dollop of snow. He felt like a small pup lost in the woods. But that did not last for long. As his paws treaded lightly on the wintry ground, he came to a broad band of light ahead. It glowed iridescently, the beams watery and cool against his fur. Varro grumbled to himself--damn the winter sun. Blinking his eyes to adjust to the light, Varro stepped out into a meadow. The grass was dead and barely visible in the snow, and most of the world was laden in white. It was peaceful. Exhaling slowly, the coyote took out into the open, ears swiveling to catch any sounds of another coyote or perhaps even a wolf. This may be someone's territory. Varro sniffed; it did not have any scent markers, or any scent of another creature of his kind. Although there was a faint smell of rabbit...he instinctively licked his lips. He only ate a few hours ago, but his constant traveling quickened his hunger. The rabbit was nowhere to be seen, but eventually it would have to come out of hiding. Until then, Varro would wait. As he looked around, he saw how alone he was. Not another of his kind were to be seen or smelled for a lengthy distance. The wind whipped at his face relentlessly; it is possible that most found this place unsuitable for living, with little protection from trees, but it was not all that bad. A few burrows and all would be well. It would serve a good home during the warmer months. Although he understood why many would not claim this to be "home", he could not fully understand why it so...dead. It nearly irritated him. But then, Varro thought for a moment, and his ears perked up. No claimed territory, and no other souls around to take it. His maw parted in what looked like a smile. He would then claim it for himself. With a cheerful yip in his throat, Varro called out into the chilly silence to claim this land. His heart leaped with joy--finally, a place to call his own. word count: 435 ____________________________ word count. 839 muse. Good comments. I hope to let Varro be alpha of Elenath? other characters. Tamesis

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[Varekai]

Accepted. Alpha position is still open so you may claim it at this time. Once you decide on your rank names and what-not put up a pack thread in Chronicles and if you don't want to make a header image with your pack name I can do it.