Zaline ~ Valkyr ~ Male

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Name: Zaline
Nickname(s): Zal
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Pack: Valkyr
Rank: Sentinel


Appearance: Consisting of dark browns and black(even a bit of white), Zal's fur is rather rough, but kept groomed neatly. Pale brown eyes watched with calculated ease from his angular cranium. A black mask paints most of his face with a bit of white dusting just above his eyes. His chest is fully black, before it starts to mix in with the brown the further down his sides it goes. Each of his toes are black except for his right front paw, which is a pure white.

His is a rather large male, built mostly with muscle. Running comes easy for him though, so he has no trouble hunting. His voice, though rarely used, is a deep rumble and easy on the ears.

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Personality: Zal is in every since of the word a Protector. Very silent it is uncommon to hear this brute say a single word to you. Preferring silence over noise, Zal generally keeps to himself; simply keeping an eye on things. Bound by honor, Zal is a very loyal wolf and not a single thing could waver such loyalty to his Alpha and pack. Though, Zal may prefer the silence, this brute just can't get enough of pups. He absolutely adores them and if there are any in the pack you could probably find him laying around letting them bumble all over him in play.

When it comes to pups, he will kill on the spot. There will be no asking questions, or making sure said wolf, that was attacking a pup, was doing no wrong. He will attack and it will be a fight to the death. Generally he could say the same about other pack members, but pups were defenseless while most grown wolves had at least some fighting skills.

Some say he is a gentle giant and they would be totally true about such words. Yet it is the complete opposite when it comes to defending his pack. He is merciless on the battle field, and unkind to those who show hostility to anyone in his pack that is an outsider. He doesn't solve pack issues; that's for those in the pack to handle.

When it comes to females he tends to shy away from them while still holding the utmost respect. If pestered enough, perhaps you could get a few words out of this silent male.

History: Zaline's pup life was simple. It was just him...and his mother. Zaline never knew his father and his mother never really spoke of such things. His mother was loving, the kindest female he'd ever know. Though life was hard when you were a single mother with only one surviving pup. Zaline wasn't as quiet back then as he is now. He was always talking away with his mother, asking questions, pointing out obvious details about things they may have been walking pass.

His curiosity was wild, but his mother did the best she could to calm it. Answering all his questions, teaching him. Zaline loved it most when she would take him hunting with her. He was growing bigger by the day and she had finally saw it fit to train him on the one lesson that would keep his belly full. It was hard for Zaline at first for he was unsteady on his paws and noisy as he walked. He scared away quite a bit of kills and he would feel so bad about it that there were times he'd even cry over it.

Though his mother soothed him and urged him to keep trying. Eventually he got the hang of it and could since then hunt with his mother properly taking down a kill that would feed them for a day or more. His life was relatively lazy, but his mother never let him lay around. When he wasn't hunting she was teaching him how to fight. Though he was young and his mother getting up there in age it was still hard for him to take down his quick minded mother.

The day he did manage to win a spar against her was a proud day for him. He was just one years old and she had been proud. She had taught him all she could and she knew her time was almost at an end. With comforting words and praises against his ear she sent him on his way. Zaline hadn't wanted to leave his mother, but he had did as she bid him too. He would vow her request until the day he died and that request was to live to his fullest until Death sapped the life from his veins.

He spent a year on his own, and with this solitary life came the time he no longer had need of his voice. He traveled all around, curiously exploring what he thought was interesting before moving on the next day. He would come across random loners here and there, but their meetings were brief. Alas, loneliness had pitted itself in his gut and he longed for the company of others. A pack. Three years old he was now and he searches for a pack to call home.


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