--OOC Details--
Your name: Aztec
Current characters: None~
--In Character Details--
Full Name: Vallaki Grieve
Age: 3
Birth month: May
Gender: Female
Species: 50% Mexican Grey Wolf 25%arctic, 12.5% mongolian, and 12.5% timber
Starting Skills: +165 points
-20 for Tier One all skills
-40 for Tier Two in all skills
-60 for Tier Three in all skills
- 20 for Tier Five Stamina
-20 for Tier Five Speed
Total spent: 160pts
Roleplay Sample:
The air was crisp and clean, like a mountain stream trickling over stone. Tickling the throat of a lone male as he followed a thin worn path that weaved its way through the stiff dead brush covered in snow, like a wound never to heal. Forever reopened by the constant travel of paws and hooves, as the beasts of Mirahl followed the beaten trail high into the mountains The name of the path was as unknown to the canine as the land itself, having left the familiar protection of his pack's territory in search of a place rumored to connect both Tevinia and Mirahl. Allowing wolves of both lands to socialize without making the hardened journey over the peaks. But now, like the trail the male’s hopes of ever finding this place was beaten down, his hopes of meeting someone he knew left to be trodden upon by the many emotions that coursed through his body. Golden eyes- like two coins ever shimmering in the sun-scanned the dreary surroundings, dimmed by the overcast sky. The foreboding gray clouds threatened a storm, causing the male to search for shelter as he walked.
Although he was still in Mirahl he was unfamiliar with this area, yet he did not feel as panicked as some wolves might have felt upon discovering that they had become completely lost. He was used to finding himself in unfamiliar territory, being a lone wolf for so long meant he had to travel often in search of food. But now, he had no need to wander the land like a vagabond, he was now the chief of a pack. But old habits die hard and he found himself leaving his home, mate ,and pups for the day to hone his body and scope out the surrounding territories. When the call of home and his duties became to great to ignore he could retract his steps and return to Prague. he could never remain away for too long, especially with the approach was war. As he continued to pad up the icy trail Apache wondered how far he had to travel before finally reaching this meeting place. Perhaps he had missed it.
The sound of his paws crunching on morning frost was the only thing to be heard, like that of eggshells being stepped on. The silence felt strange and unnatural as the world still slept, lulled into a deep slumber by the chill of the high mountains. The warming days had yet to reach the mountains, and probably wouldn't until later in the summer, if it ever did. From his vantage point the leader could see out over the valley bellow, his eyes picked out the smudge of dark green the was his home. Pride swept through him as he saw the extent of his family's land, he had never realized its size until now. Running a pink tongue over his chilled nose Apache stopped to rest underneath a large bush. Dead leaves clung stubbornly to its branches, like children to their mother, unwilling to let go and fall to the earth. Heaving a sigh the male watched as his breath crystallized becoming a small cloud before quickly vanishing, only to be followed by yet another wisp of white.
The wolf watched the small phenomenon as it repeated itself with each breath he took, a sight he had seen so many times before as the land cooled. But never lost its splendor, the sight allowed the male to view for a brief moment the invisible thing that all creatures relied upon to survive. Such a simple thing yet so important, likened unto a key stone in an arch, generally looked over but vital for the structure. A small smile crept onto male’s face lighting up his features; he had not taken the time to ponder such simple things for so long, it seemed that his mind was always preoccupied with the duties of running a pack or as of late his children and the coming war. It felt refreshing, as if he had just plunged into a lake, cleansing himself of all the stress that had weighed him down for so long.
He remained where he was for several more minutes before continuing on, the temperature dropping even farther as he neared the top. His legs burned with the effort of traversing such step terrain in such short a time, but he enjoyed the feeling, at least it kept him warm. His pelt was thick and helped to keep out most of the cold but the exercise helped to drive out any amount of chill that managed to sneak through his defenses. With a few more steps Apache left the steep trail to tread upon level ground, he had found the meeting place at last! All of his doubts and worries about not reaching here faded away as he walked to the center of the clearing his gaze sweeping across the barren landscape of ice and snow in search of another wolf. Finding none he sat, he would wait here until the storm drew to close for comfort before beginning to venture home.
He kept one eye on the dark clouds as they drew nearer, like hungry badgers crawling from their burrows, the other on the surrounding area in case another wolf showed up. Deep down he hoped Carthage would appear, but he knew that was but a wish, he had his own duties to attend to and would not even know he was here atop the mountain. It had been so long since he had seen his brother and he wished he knew if he was well. His only news of him was that he had children, and that was over a year ago, did he have another litter this year, how were the young pups who were now yearlings doing? His ears swiveled back on his head as the sound of claws scrapping against ice and stone caught his attention. It seemed he was not the only wolf from Mirahl who had decided to climb the mountain today. With the wind blowing toward him he could not tell who was coming up the trail, however they'd already know he was here. His eyes narrowed as he turned his head just far enough to allow him to watch the path from the corner of his eye, he made no effort to stand as he sat waiting.
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