Note: I'm using a fur texture from ToXiC-RedWolf on deviantart, if you're curious.
HereName: Noel Rose Kringle
Age: Three years (as in wolf years)
Gender: Male
FamilySire: Surge Kringle (not on FH)
Dam: Salian Trishtokuvich (not on FH)
Siblings: Skylar (male), Shard (male), Tanakanaka (female), Kris (male)
None of his siblings are on FHMate: None
Pups: None
Description: Noel, in the eyes of some, is a rather handsome canis lupus, though even he too, has his faults appearance-wise. From a elegant visage, eyes of ember gaze outward into the distance with specks of green and gold. Running down along his back is a thatch of silver. The silver begins just above his eyes and ends more than halfway down his tassle. Silver also surrounds the lower portion of his white muzzle.
Along his snout is a sprinkling of different hued grays and silver. The golden creame then turns to a lighter shade, white. His ears are precariously perched upon his scalp, alert to the sounds around. They have a light reddish-brown hue to them.
From the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail he is stretched out, sixty-eight inches. Quite a large male when one adds to the fact that from his shoulders down he's stretched twenty-nine inches. All together he weighs one-hundred and sixty pounds quite exceeding what is considered a normal weight for most.
His tail takes up another thirteen inches in length and when he wags it, be sure that any within reaching distance will more than likely be toppled over. His long white encumbered legs are sleek and almost appear dainty in comparison to the rest of him. They however allow him a boost in speed when he races across the terrain.
Over his rightmost eye is a scar, where no fur grows and to some he might look a bit menacing, as if giving warning to all those who might come across him.
Personality: Noel while his eyes might mislead the unfortunate into beliving him to be a gentle soul, he is far from being that. His mannerisms are though perhaps quite unpredictable, depending upon those who're presented before him or those that he by chance might run into. He seems to have a grudge against the world and though he might not always outwardly show it he can be quite nasty in his language. His temper has a short fuse and those who anger him are subject to his wrath though it might not turn into a fight, he glares and might even contemplate revenge. He's no easy creature to get along with and even worse if one should chose to cross him. He might not be a coward, but he is quite the strategist, because he'll weigh out his chances and then decide whether to start a fight or simply back away.
Noel while quite a dark character has a soft spot for pups, which he despises anyone knowing. If anyone should say anything within his hearing they will be subject to his glaring or ignorence if they had once been on speaking terms. Once he dislikes someone he certainly holds a grudge for an uncertain ammount of time, which could last until either one dies. No one knows why he favors pups as companion's above all others, but to make note of it is to get on his bad side, which evidently there is much of, unless of course they're a pup. One might even think that he has a nuturing nature that is more befitted to the she-wolf. Perhaps, given time, he might turn out to be more of a kind-hearted fellow than he lets on.
Overall if one has been Noel's friend since they were a pup, usually he keeps them as his friend. And if they have a problem, they simply need to come to him.
He consoles his friends as well as advises them with the questions they bring to him. Noel will try to help them in any way that he can. However if any should betray him, his fury mounts quickly and bursts into flames worse than his temper would if it were someone he did not know very well. It is then that his dark nature emerges, for he is not adverse to annhilating one of his own. That is, if they should prove to have betrayed him. The end result would then be that they either must get far away or he will kill them, either to leave them to scavangers or feast upon them himself. Only later will he feel remorse about his actions, depending upon how long he knew them and how close their friendship might have been.
Although, with the passage of time and those he comes to know, he may mellow out, but all in all, he is a very loyal wolf. Family and friends, he hold dear and near to his heart. Anyone who dares to threaten them, might want to be careful in case he should learn and decide to take matters into his own paw.
History: Noel was born on a rainy afternoon when the sun had begun to set. His mother, Salian was a nomadic female having left her pack when a sickness spread causing many to fall including the Alpha, Kato, her brother. When Kato died that was when she left, leaving behind everyone and everything she had ever known. Salian while she was not as light as Noel in coloration she was still light in hue, white with a bit of cream highlights than many ermine females among the pack she had once been a member of.
Salian had just come into mating maturity when she left the pack and was near death herself, for depression had set in, missing gravely the others she had left behind. Many had already died, but still there were many who were alive, but unwell. Few others had been as healthy as she herself still. Guilt had also seemed to swallow her up, because she had left without trying to do anything she could to help, even though it wouldn't have been possible. For days on end she would just lay in a tree or somewhere underneath the shade of some tree or other plant. Most of the time she had ignored her thirst. However one day she got up, thirstier than she had ever believed herself to be.
Once she arose she slowly crept to a nearby waterhole, where a herd of caribou grazed. They didn't appear to be too worried about her, although a couple of them kept their eyes peeled while she drank from the pool of refreshing liquid. It was then she noitced not only her reflection in the water, but her brothers. There were none left of their bloodline besides her, at least that she knew of since there could have been others who'd left the pack or had been in a previous one. Still, the revelation that she might be the last gave her something to think about and have hope for the future. Perhaps if she were to have a brood of pups to carry on the bloodline, then she would, for the sake of her parents and her brother Kato.
Turning around once she'd taken her fill of water, her gaze ran over the caribou's. Spotting a baby that had wandered a little too far away from its mother, she hunched down on the ground, and spotting the moment sped towards the young caribou. However, because she'd allowed herself to starve, she was unable to snatch the young before the others noticed and galloped to surround the young.
Salian knew when she was beat. What if she were unable to catch anything in order to become stronger and find a mate to have that brood she'd thought of earlier. Laying down at the side of the waterhole she closed her eyes for a nap.
The next thing she knew as she was jostled out of her nap, by someone's muzzle nudging her she let out a fierce growl and tried swatting them. She'd missed, but had awoken.
Before her was a golden-brown male with a dark russet rachis. He offered her food that he'd recently caught, an elderly caribou that provided more meat than the young one she'd intended to catch earlier, but had been unsuccessful.
Her tail swayed and she, after a few moments pause, accepted the gesture and ate along side him. It was a short courtship and after the full gestration period Salian found a place beneath a pile of rocks to give birth to her young. To her five were born, four males and a female. She named one Noel after his father's ancestor, his brothers became known as Kris, Skylar and Shard while her daughter, she named Tanakanaka after another of her brothers.
When Noel and his siblings were nearly a year old they were able to bring down small prey on their own. However this mattered not to them as much as being together did.
Salian and Surge often talked of making their family an official pack. However it was not to be, for poachers were on the loose. Surge, Shard and Skylar were caught by them, though it is unknown if the poachers killed them or if the government caught them and might have relocated them or sent them to the zoo or wildlife preserve.
As for Salian, she was overcome with grief and believed that it was punishment for leaving the others behind in her birth pack. She and Tanakanaka left in search of Salian's first home and her brothers pack.
Noel has not seen either of them since, for he had not remained in the territory he'd been in. The only one who remained with Noel was his brother Kris.
Noel then became a nomadic wolf, a loner save for his brother by his side though at times they would part company and later meet again. The two of them had traveled several miles away from what was once his home. The emotional scars Noel carries could be the key to his personality. Since then he has been on his own, though if he sees a lone pup or one in trouble that could nearly become bird bait, he helps them; unfortunately he's not always quick enough.
Different Character Sample from a RP Forum. They're not usually this long, I was doing a challenge. Kind of difficult to write this much in a chat client so expect something shorter, but still... good writing I hope?Anguish unlike any he had ever known before coming to be a part of the Tharrin Tribe, seared his heart. Although he did not know everything, there was much the Nurse suspected, yet dare not pry. When another wished to speak, they would speak, even though more and more he wished to go and ask, to learn the truth. But even if he were to ask, the answers might not be forthcoming. Which was why he'd tried and tried to keep his attention on the pups who in or just less than a season away, would be considered yearlings.
Stark, Laurel and Vallaki would always be special to him. He'd love the other pups that were to come, whenever they were born, this year or the next. Luckily they had not needed much protection, though he'd always been on the lookout for danger, just in case. They were really the first pups he'd ever had a hand in helping raise as a pup-sitter, though he the label in the Tharrin Tribe was that of Nurse.
He'd recently taken them on their first hunt. But now, he thought, it was time to train. To be stronger for the next generation that might be born that year, or the ones when the next breeding season came around the next year. He wanted to be better able to protect them. And having seen Kalliks' condition, her as well. Actually, he would love to protect everyone, but he was not Sentinel material, not with his playful spirit and love of pups. Nonetheless, he could still train to be stronger for them.
Lowering his belly to the ground, he crawled toward one of the trees within the Mantakano Circle - as if he were waiting for something to attack him. No, he had an invisible opponent, but he could see him. Another of his imaginary friends. Not Quinayaya or Rotaq, but yet another whom had come and gone as he pleased, Damoaney. Of course, he usually showed up when Taji felt as if he were sinking into a depression from all of his worries. Damoaney had also been the imaginary friend that had shown up soon after Tajis' sire, Brody, had died.
Parting his lips, they curled back to reveal sharp canines. His tongue flickered out, licking his lips, the wrinkled as a growl rose deep in his belly and sounded gutteral to the ear once released. ""You're going down, Damoaney."
'Ha! As if you can take me. Weakling. You didn't even try to save your father. You let him die rescuing you.'
Now Taji knew why he never cared for Damoaney to be around him. He always brought the worst of Tajis' memories to the front of his consciousness. But he would not let this imaginary friend of his upset him. Although he was wondering if he'd have to evaluate the friend bit.
Instead of defending himself with words, he decided the best defense would be a good offense.
Ermine limbs began to move, one rising up off the ground and then other other as the one before lowered back. He stalked forward, keeping himself low. The hackles rose along his back, his ears pinned back as he snarled, strings of saliva dripping from his fangs, though a lot still clung to his teeth.
It was too bad that Damoaney couldn't really be attacked, couldn't really die. Time and time again he'd tried before, but an imaginary friend had no copular body. And thus, they could not be hurt nor be killed by fang or claw.
Too bad, he would have been quite pleased to do away with this nuisance. Forever.
When his imaginary friend leaped toward him, claw aimed at his head, Taji leaped back. Damoaney missed him, and he could see the anger darkening the cinnamon brown wolfs honey-gold irises to mustard brown. It sent chills down Tajis' back. If Damoaney had been real, he'd be in real danger. Luckily he was no more than a figment of his own imagination.
Tucking his tail down between his legs, so as to keep it from potentially being ripped off or used as leverage, he slunk around Damoaney. Taji knew that if the other tried to bite him, it wouldn't hurt. Things would be so much different if he were sparring with a real wolf born to the mortal coil. Yet, he saw no difference between fighting with an imagined opponent versus pretending to fight a tree.
Lost in his thoughts, he did not see Damoaney lunge for him until it was too late. Had the wolf been real, Taji was certain he might well have lost at least an eye.
Growling at Damoaney, he closed his left eye and waited for the other to make the next move. He wasn't disappointed, Damoaney had never been patient enough to wait to defend himself, he preferred offensive maneuvers. Which Taji knew would only wear him out.
His head tilted back as Damonaey leaped for him. His jowls widened before clamping down - hard. Instead of flesh his teeth clanked together and he nearly bit his tongue. So much for fighting an invisible, annoying opponent.
'I told you, you're no match for me', he heard the imaginary wolf snicker. Taji still wished he could get rid of him.
Whatever. The brown eared wolf turned toward Damoaney, his jowls still parted. This time, he didn't wait for the other to attack. He crouched down as low as he was able, before springing forward at him. A sense of triumph at the startled look on his face filtered filtered through Tajis' mind, adrenaline pumping heavily through his blood stream.
Now, while Damoaney appeared to be stunned, was the time to finish him off. Having pinned the imaginary one down, he stood over him, a snarl twisting his lips and wrinkling his snout. "Surrender."
He should have realized it wouldn't be so easy. Damoaney aimed for his neck, but, before he was able to reach it, Taji snapped at his muzzle. No marks would be left and Tajis' mouth would be the one sore from trying to bite, but not making any contact with anything but the air.
When Damoaney tilted his head to one side and offered him his shoulder with a whimper, Taji thought he'd one. He let go of the imagined wolfs muzzle and lowered his head to sniff and bite his shoulder to show him just who was higher up in the hierarchy.
But, without warning, Damoaney rolled over and escaped from beneath him.
Irritation sent red hot anger through him, it was for a moment, the only color he could see.
He vowed not to let the cinnamon brown wolf he'd imagined, get away. Not with the stunt he'd just pulled. Damoaney was just a figment of his imagination and as such, he should have been submissive to him.
With a snort of air, Taji set off after him. He left deep impressions in the snow as he ran. As he ran, building up speed after Damoaney, he was kicking up snow. To the eye of anyone who didn't know he had imaginary friends, or even didn't know about Damoaney, they might have thought him mad.
He didn't care, his concentration was on catching up to the brat and bringing him down a peg or two, since he'd as yet been unable to find away to permanently get rid of him.
As he ran, his muscles grew tense, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his brows narrowed - scowling ahead of himself. Every now and then a warning growl would escape him. Damoaney would tire eventually. Everyone he'd imagined had their own weaknesses after all and Damoaneys' was that he couldn't run very fast for very long.
When he noticed the other slowing down, Taji did the opposite by picking up his speed - he'd not been going top speed, because he didn't want to become exhausted too quickly.
"You can't run, Damonaey. And you can't hide either." After all, Damoaney was a part of his imagination and therefore a piece from his mind. He'd always be able to find him if he sought him out long enough.
Despite him having cornered the other, Demoaney turned and snarled at him, snapping at his muzzle at him.
It only raised Tajis' hackles again and had him slowly circling around him, searching for a weakness. His eyes roamed over Demoaney. Maybe if he went for one of his hind legs, he'd be able to win against the wolf of his imagination. Just because he couldn't really inflict damage on him, did not mean that he couldn't pretend that he had inflicted broken flesh and bones on the imagined wolf.
Oh yeah, he was going to enjoy just thinking about it. Demoaney deserved to suffer fro trying to belittle him, to try and continue to make him blame himself for his fathers death. Sure, he'd been at fault for not always listening, but, his father had had a choice. To die trying to save his son, or to let his son die. Taji knew that if their shoes had been reversed, he would have died saving his life.
There had been a time he had blamed himself, but with time, he had come to see a different wisdom. Damoaney would not be able to hurt him with that kind of talk ever again, whether or not he remained an imaginary friend of his. Or rather, an imaginary nemesis.
Raising his tail high, he huffed out a breath of air. No way was this one going to get the better of him. Not again. All respect and any amount of trust he might have had in him, vanished the moment he had been tricked.
He could tell that the other was out of breath. Maybe he could control these things in his mind, simply by wishing them, by thinking them. Or perhaps, he could not. He wasn't entirely certain, but he knew one thing. Damoaney was not going to get away this time.
"Are you done running, or do we have to do a repeat performance?" I could do this all day." Not really, but, he would do his best, if only to annoy him. And just to let him know how serious he was, he crouched low, his shoulder blades going up and down one at a time, keeping himself nimble and ready to run or lunge if need be. He tilted his head one direction and then the other, loosening up his muscles.
Green eyes narrowed to slits when he noticed the panicked look on the others mug. He only had to say he surrendered and that would have been the end of it. Too bad Damoaney was a sore loser and played dirty. Taji didn't know how he'd ever wound up with such a horrible imaginary wolf as one of his companions. None of the others was like this one, eyes filled with hate and dark intent.
Rising up on his hindquarters, his saliva dripping fangs revealed when he curled back his lips, he aimed the claw of his right front paw down toward Damoaneys' head. Never before had he felt so consumed with rage that he wanted to kill a wolf. But, Damoaney had always been the exception, particularly now. Taji still wondered how he had ever come to imagine him up.
Despite chanting over and over again that Damoaney wasn't real, the horrid nightmare he'd dreamt up continued to be a thorn in his side. Especially whenever Taji was feeling down and more worried than usual about someone or something. Otherwise, his imagined nemesis never reared his ugly mug. Not that he was ugly, which Damoaney often boasted of when not ticking him off. He was undeniably a narcissist. Had the other a reflection, no doubt he'd stare at himself forever and waste away.
While he wasn't a sadistic wolf, it didn't stop him from hoping that somehow, that might someday happen.
Instead of his claws sinking into Damoaney, the went right through him, as if the wolf were a ghost and left an indent in the snow and the dirt of the Earth below the cold blanket from the sky.
He stared down at Damoaney, hearing the wolf sneer, 'And you thought you could be rid of me. But you can't even hurt me. Don't you realize that I am who you were meant to be? And one day, I will be you. That is why you cannot win against me.'
A deep and gutteral growl ripped forth from Taji, "You are wrong, Damoaney. I am not you. I am who I was always meant to be. And trust me, one day, I will be rid of you."
His lips curled back in satisfaction at the look of trepdiation in the eyes of the imaginary one. So, even he could worry. That was a good thing to keep in mind. If he couldn't entire rid himself of the annoyance, he could at least keep him in check with that bit of knowledge. Or perhaps, Demoaney knew something that he did not.
'I bet there is a way to make him disappear, for good. Otherwise, he'd not be so frightened. I'll just have to figure out what it is, but in the meantime...
He growled when the cinnamon wolf tried to leave. Not until the brat had cried uncle and apologized, would he let him leave.
He lunged forward at Demoaneys backside, parted jowls aiming to sink into his hindquarters, even though he knew it was a useless thing to do. But surely, it would still be a warning to Demoaney, that he would get rid of him as soon as he was able to. The cinnamon wolf with the honey-gold eyes never listened and always misbehaved. None of the other imaginary friends liked him, though they had tried to befriend him at first.
Damoaney turned just in time however to escape the bite and lunged a counter-attack of his own. Startled, Taji stumbled back and fell to the ground. He heard the other snicker, as if he had been the one to win. No, Taji believed he had been. Because other than his paw sinking to the ground instead of over Damoaneys head, that still counted as a hit. The wolf hadn't been able to move, but because he was imaginary, he'd not actually been able to truly attack him.
Taji spat out the word, "Coward," before he got back up. In the fall, he'd accidentally bitten his lip enough that he'd broken skin a small bead of crimson lingered on the break. Licking his lips, his gaze never left that of his imagined nemesis.
That seemed to have the devil pause and turn around to try and stare him down. But Taji would not be intimidated.
Both of them stood their ground, but as soon as Demoaney moved just one step toward him, Taji was off in a shot, running toward the other, his maw parted and his claws at the ready. The pair of them jumped up at the same time, their front legs landing on each others shoulder. Tajis' leftmost front paw bashing through Demoaneys' muzzle. Unfortunately again, there was no blood nor broken bone. The dark minded imagined wolf did not die. This disappointed the male Nurse of the Tharrin Tribe. But, in retrospect, Demoaney could not hurt him either - not physically at least. Emotionally and mentally was an entirely different story.
He turned his head to aim a bite at Demoaneys' throat. He imagined the life seeping out of his imaginary non-friend, his eyes growing dull and lifeless. His body growing limp and cold.
For whatever reason, Demoany whimpered and jumped back.
Startled, Taji stopped his line of thought. He blinked, unable to understand what had hurt the other so, because up until then he'd certainly not inflicted damage upon his person. After all, he wasn't truly real, even though to Taji, all his imaginary friends were.
Cocking his head to the right, his eyes skimmed over Demoaney, searching for any signs he'd somehow been injured, but he looked just the same as before they'd begun their battle. "What's wrong?" His voice was thick with concern. Inwardly he chided himself for even being concerned at all for this creature.
Demoaney cowered before him and whimpered again, and shocked Taji by rolling over onto his back and baring his neck and belly. The ultimate sign of submission other than of course urination while in that position to show to a more dominant wolf that they would not challenge them.
Taji was suspicious, the change in Demoaney had been too sudden.
"What are you doing?" He questioned him warily. He didn't trust him one bit not to trick him yet again as he had not less than an hour ago.
'I surrender.'
Tajis' chocolate ears twitched, his brows furrowing. "Why?"
'Because, you are a stronger wolf than you once were, both in body, mind and spirit. Now you'll never let anyone else make you feel as I have. Please do not kill me.'
He still didn't know how he could kill Damoaney, but apparently there was a way. He'd been doing something to cause this reaction, this new side of the usual arrogant jerk who lived in his imagination. He thought back on moments just prior to the cinnamon wolfs submission and then it dawned on him. He was attacking Demoaney with his mind rather than physically in such a rage and concentration that it had started to hurt the imaginary nemesis of his.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't get rid of you?"
'I... don't have a good reason. But, you are not the kind to kill someone over harsh words alone.'
That was true, even though there had been times often enough where he wanted to be rid of Damoaney.
"I'll let you live." He continued swiftly when he saw how calculating the others eyes were and the sharp intake of breath. "But only if you behave. Otherwise..." he let what he was going to say trail off, just so that Demoaney would worry and through his worry would not do anything the least bit foolish anymore. "And, you have to make friends with the other. Including Rotaq."
He could see the imaginary wolf was not best pleased, but he didn't care. When the other turned to sulk he smirked. Well... at least something had come out of his this training against the most annoying of his imaginary friends, honing his skills a bit more - he hoped and making it so Demoaney was less of a nuisance.
'Fine... I will... be good.' And then the cinnamon wolf wandered off.
Taji sighed afterward and tilted his head to look up at the stars in the sky, far more beautiful and mysterious than the snow which covered the ground
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