Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 3, 2010 4:34:30 GMT -5
Nicknames: First To Dance
Age: Three
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Toko Forest
Rank: Previous Gamma under Corrinth's rule.
Looks:
Pups: None
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Age: Three
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Toko Forest
Rank: Previous Gamma under Corrinth's rule.
Looks:
His build is average for a young male, maybe a hair shorter at the shoulder than most. His frame looks lean and agile, almost holding the curves of a female to it, but tight male muscles are apparent. They don’t bulge or hold any significant bulk to them, but a simple touch on his muscles will tell you that he’s strong enough. When he flexes them they’re rock hard and when relaxed they still retain their tightness. His legs are a hair longer than mosts’ but because his overall build is slightly smaller, they don’t make him taller. In fact, as a pup he was the shortest out of the litter, which is why he’s in such good of condition he is now. Weylyn had to fend off his brothers and cousins as an adolescent. All that wrestling and sparring stuck with his body to this day.Power:
His coat is rather unique, what it lacks in length it makes up for in thickness. He almost has a ‘fluffy’ appearance to him the way it’s shorter and thicker, especially upon his chest and neck. The coloration is something spectacular. The base color is white, but that’s barely visible. Upon his back is a cool, slate gray, reaching down his legs, up his neck and the length of his tail, giving him the ‘husky-look’. The gray doesn’t fade so much as it simply ends. His underbelly, beginning at the very tip of his chin and ending at the under end of his tail, is a pure shimmering white. It’s remarkable how clean the white looks sometimes, considering the underbelly is what is exposed to the ground most often. The purity of it compares to freshly fallen snow on a winter’s bright day. At first glance, his paws appear this color as well, but if one takes a closer look, they are actually all different shades of very light gray. His front right paw is the lightest in color, the shade closest to white. His back left paw is the second lightest, front left paw the third, and his back right paw is the darkest of the four (though still extremely light gray in color). It’s as if the ancestors mis-matched his legs when creating him. Somewhere in the universe, the could very well be three other wolves walking around with four mis-matched paws.
The only blemish upon his entire body is a terrible scar. The scar sits directly over his heart. It’s a burn scar, so the gray skin is withered and tight in appearance. No skin grows there, and it’s in the shape of a large pawprint.
Weylyn can transform in to any creature with a mere thought. It’s an odd transformation, one that cannot be explained physically or with science. His power is one of magic. You could be standing before the young male and blink your eyes and suddenly before you would be a mighty lion. In the fraction of a second that your eyes are closed in a blink, Weylyn’s magic can transform his body into any creature he wishes. Hawk, gorilla, snake, fish, wasp, any creature upon the god’s green earth. He tries to refrain from forming into any creature of prey, for obvious reasons. While in another form, the markings upon his pelt stay the same, as does his scar. Weylyn also obtains the ability to communicate with whatever animal he has morphed He can create the noises that another creature might make, his favorite is singing a sweet song of a songbird. It’s hard for him to choose a favorite form, for he loves transforming period, but if he was forced to pick he would choose Yellow Canary because he absolutely melts over this bird's song.Eyes:
His eyes are a shining, bright, silvery blue. They appear as if royal blue eyes had a fine, silver glitter dusted onto them. One of his most remarkable features is his eyes, and how they capture and reflect light, not just from the pupil, but from every small pigment of silver trapped with in the blue.Wings:
-no wings (unless he forms into a bird!)Personality:
Kindhearted. That’s all you really need to know about him. In one word you can sum up his entire personality. Every action or thought of his reflects upon this nature. You can see it, feel it even, when you’re with him or look into his eyes, him smiling back at you. Gentle and kind towards everyone, whether he knows them or not. It’s both an amazing trait and a flaw. He can easily be taken advantage of, but if you break his trust once he won’t give you a second chance. Weylyn knows when he’s being taken advantage of, and will put a stop to it. Liars and crooks aren’t something he appreciates. He’s easy enough to figure out, never really hides any emotions or feelings – he honestly doesn’t see the point in it. If you’re feeling something, why not let someone know? If you’re troubled they might help. And even if you’re just joyous, what reason have you to not share it with everyone?History:
His good nature extends to the extreme, as he would easily die for a noble cause or put his life on the line for a friend or family – especially for any young child. Weylyn loves children, beyond all belief. It doesn’t matter if he knows them or not, he just dives right into him. And as a like matter, youth easily takes a shine to him. In his past family, he would often be seen at the head of a parade of young pups and adolescents. He would always lead them to fun or through a good story. His eyes always seem to sparkle with life whenever he is around kids. And a tight feeling always forms in the center of his chest with his want for his own someday. One of the reasons he is so great with children is because he is known to be very childish himself. Not in a mature way, but in a youthful way. He is always up for a romp through the forest or a splash in the stream. He can be very playful when the mood strikes him, but unless he’s surrounded by pups, he always keeps himself under control.
What you might, or might not expect from this wolf is his romantic side. He yearns for love, an equal to share the rest of his life with. Though he’s smart enough not to just simply fall for any female, Weylyn does consider every fae he meets. He loves getting lost in what one might call, ‘mushy feelings’, and he can never get enough of the butterflies that plague his stomach at the beginning of what could possibly be the rest of his life. The young male takes simple gestures such as picking flowers, or watching the stars to heart, knowing that small moments like that are often the most important ones. Because of this he can be quite the lady-charmer, but it’s not intentional. He can be a bit of a flirt, but never means to lead anyone on.
Weylyn grew up in a realm much different from Aelyn. It was a world filled with more magic than could ever be imagined, more so than the magic of all the wolves who breathe fire, fly, or cast spells in this realm. But it might not be seen that way from your point of view. Weylyn was a normal, ‘plain’ wolf by Aelyn’s standards. He had no magical powers, nor did any creature in the world he knew. It was a world of quiet, subtle magic. It flowed through ever creature, and through ever inch of land. It lived in the air that they breathed, the water they drank, and the life that they shared. It was a passive force, an energy that influenced, but never affected. It was an element to be respected, and to be mastered. And the first creatures to ever master this mystical force, was man.Other:
They hunted like the bear, fought like the panther, knew freedom like the eagle, and lived lives like the wolves. Their hierarchy was identical to the social structure of the wolves. Ancient legends even tell that when a wolf stood to walk on his two feet, he became man. They became masters of nature, respecting it’s beauty and harvesting it’s bounty. And in their mastery, they were able to create fire, master tools, and even begin civilization. The great spirits where those that they worshiped. It had been them who bestowed the earth with such wonders and magic. But where does Weylyn fit in all of this?
His pack was an outstanding one. They hunted the buffalos of the plains, and the elks of the mountains. And even at times ran side by side with man. His parents had left the pack in the beginning of one fine spring to begin their own family. Their leave was not permanent, all pairs who were not alphas would part with the pack come birthing time. It was better for the pups and better for the pack. They would rejoin the pack in the fall, along with all the other mates who had left. Weylyn was the third born in a litter of four brothers. He grew up wrestling and sparing happily with his family, and his joy in life only increased when his parents rejoined the pack, and his family more than doubled in size. The first year of his life he knew was bountiful and lush, as life should be.
The second year of his life was the year man was introduced into the lands. Man flourished with nature, helping to bring it peace and balance. Weylyn was fascinated by man, and yearned each and every day to learn from them, all his pack did. And Weylyn, with his kind nature and love for all creatures, was the first to approach their camp. Everything was alien and strange to him, but marvelous all the same. They’re way of life sparked a flame within him. And man, understanding and loving nature, welcomed the young wolf among them. They named him, Ayita - First To Dance: for he had been the first one to come to them, the first one to trust. And from that moment on, man and wolf was one. They lived together, they hunted together, and they even slept together. They became companions, brothers who would be together for all of time. And in a sacred ceremony, where the spirits were called down from their keep to join man in feast and dance, they repaid Weylyn for his priceless gift to both man and wolf. Because of his love of nature, and fear of no creature, they bestowed to him the knowledge of all. He knew every creature, how it moved, how it thought, how it lived. He could never enough thank the spirits for their repaid kindness.
Though, his two years of life were short-lived. While hunting with his family – both man and wolf – Weylyn mis-stepped and as a punishment he received a deadly blow to the skull by a bison’s swift kick. But, his soul was not lost. His fellow man prayed to the spirits for they loved him dearly. The prayed for him to continue his life in a place with other creatures with hearts of pure kindness and powers of magic just like Ayita – Weylyn – had. And the young male awoke in the realm of Aelyn, as if he had only been napping in a warm ray of sunlight, but their prayers still echoed within his head. He will never forget that. Sometimes, late at night, he will look to the stars and pray to the spirits from his past life to watch over man, and wolf as they live together in the distant realm that he once called home, a small tear falling down his cheek.
Weylyn adapted quickly to the strange realm, finding it’s mysteries and secrets not so different from his own. He found himself upon the forest pack’s land, and aimed to find acceptance there. He was startled to find that the alpha of the pack was a harsh and cruel leader. Weylyn would have left immediately, had it not been for the young pup who was there. The child was an orphan, alone in the world and starving. And for the simple deed of hunting without permission, the alpha – Corrinth – was going to brand the pup for life. Weylyn could do nothing more than step in and take the punishment as his own, though he had committed no wrong. To this day he wears that mark upon his chest, directly above his heart. A scar in the shape of the alpha’s large paw. And he stayed in the forest, for no other reason than to watch over the child. While in the pack a fleeting romantic relationship entered his life, but just as quickly left. He had loved her, Weylyn was sure, but apparently she had not felt the same. He still thinks of her, from time to time, and is saddened with thoughts of what could have been. But the young male is resilient, and he knows that his time at lasting love will come.
- adopted from SwayParent Description:
Original Profile
- his voice is gentle and warm, and an amazing singing voice, chills would pick at your skin if he sang to you any song
(think of Phil Collins *melts*)
Father >Mate: None
> Weylyn’s father was of average height and build for a male wolf. His fur was a thick gray, especially around his neck and chest, giving him a powerful appearance. The main color of his fur was a deep slate gray, which faded into a lighter gray down his legs and to his belly. His claws were black as was his nose. Eyes were a cold gray, like the color of a rough white stone when it was wet. They held a faded silver sheen to them, but it was always hard to make out.
Mother >
> Weylyn’s mother was a tad smaller than her mate, typical female build with slight curves and lean muscles. Her appearance was that of a normal timberwolf, darker grays upon her head and spine that faded into lighter shades and eventually white down the length of her legs. Her fur was thick and shaggy, but still soft from proper grooming. Here eyes were a deep luscious shade. Weylyn could never decide whether they were dark violet, dark blue, or even just black; perhaps their color was ever-changing. And upon the dark color, was a dust of glittering silver, as if fine glitter had been dusted over them. They always reminded him of a starlit sky with the black background and sparkles of silver as stars.
Pups: None
Zodiac Sign: Taurus