Thrandr

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Username: fireopal
Name: Thrandr
Gender: Male
Age: 1.6 months
Breed: Grey wolf x dog

Appearance: Thrandr is a handsome young pup, his pelt a pale off-white color that shows hints of cream and grey. Around his jowls, Thrandr's face is clean and snowy white, and the same shade colors his big, round paws and underside. A startling mask of grey flashes up the top of Thrandr's muzzle, and makes a large, thick ring around each eye. This contrasts against Thrandr's white eyebrows, and just for added character, he has some odd wrinkles on his forehead. This might be the tell of Akita in his blood. But for now, Thrandr is just a little puppy. He has dark brown eyes, ones that look almost black in the shadows, and a small smudge of black on his wispy tail.

Personality: Thrandr is pretty much the classic example of a young pup. He has bundles of energy, is rambunctious, and don't forget curious. He does show hints of his own character, though; small signs in Thrandr's behavior suggest dominance, and stubbornness. These are probably inherited from his father, Brutus, and could be trained out. For Thrandr also has his mother's dedication, cleverness, and understanding. One little quirk of his, though, may be permanent: this is his obsessive fear of water.

History: July 17, six a.m: He was drowning. The foamy water was all around him; he couldn't tell up from down. The waves tore at him, thrashing him against rocks, never loosening their deadly grip. His lungs were burning, it felt like his chest would burst; lack of oxygen was raising his hysteria as he struggled, writhing blindly in the swirling vortex. His only thoughts were to find air, to breath, and to find his mother. Mother would help him. Where was her sweet face now, where was the warmth of her touch and the strength of her jaws? But there was nothing but murky water, now pouring into his gaping mouth, crowding his lungs as he made one last attempt to breath.

July 18, four a.m: It was nighttime again when Thrandr woke up on the crumbled banks of a river. The rippling water lapped at his soaked and muddy pelt. He had been unconscious for ten hours, and was feeling quite miserable, his body aching with a vengeance after colliding with many rocks and branches during last night's torrent.

And the first thing that registered in Thrandr's brain, after the pain, was the sight of his mother's carcass. He blinked, but the image didn't disappear; his dear mother's body was still. She was dead, dead when she was supposed to be alive. She had drowned, her life ripped away by the river. Suddenly all of the memories of his near-death experience flooded Thrandr's mind, and he lost it right there. Thrandr got up and ran; his body screamed with pain from the effort, but he didn't care. That water cost him his family and almost his life, and every broken image imprinted itself on the young pup's brain, to never leave him again. He bolted into the trees, the stars twinkling overhead, rain starting to fall from a gloomy sky.

July 21, one p.m: Three days without food. Thrandr's stomach was sunken in, his body weary from hunger. He was only able to eat the tiny crickets that sprung from the summer grass, and that wouldn't keep him going for long. Thrandr was a a young pup, so his bad remembrances were already shaken off, but they're always there, somewhere in the bad of his mind, waiting to emerge. Now, every time Thrandr looked at water, he felt a paralyzing fear. He couldn't quite tell what gripped him, but the flashbacks he saw snippets of were gruesome and terrifying, and further cemented his paranoia.

But he needed a caretaker, that was most important now. He was too young to survive on his own; the nights were too cold, food too scarce, predators too numerous. This was a fight for his life now.

Roughly two months earlier: She was a beautiful and clever wolf, but all she'd ever known was humans. Her life was limited, and though she was happy, she was always looking for an adventure. So when she met Brutus, she just couldn't resist him. It all happened when her humans left the house, just for a one-hour trip. They knew their she-wolf was in heat, but they figured five solid walls would keep out any intruders, for an hour at least. Unfortunately, they didn't count on Brutus. He was a roving male dog, and he was large and strong, and used to having his way. He eventually broke his way into the she-wolf's house by forcing through an old, splintered window in the basement. Later the two bred, and were just getting to know each other better when the humans returned. They were horrified to see their she-wolf with some crazy dog off the streets. They actually had to call Animal Control to rid themselves of Brutus, who was determined to have the she-wolf for himself, and only himself.

The she-wolf gave birth the same day she was cast away at Yellowstone. She managed to keep herself and her pups alive for a few weeks, but her fatal mistake was deciding to spend the night next to a river. When the storm rolled in, a flash flood turned the innocent water into a swirling, muddy mess, and in the confusion Thrandr and his mother got swept away. It is unknown whether any of Thrandr's littermates survived, but it is considered unlikely.

Pack: n/a
Position: n/a
Extra: He knows his father's name, but oddly enough he cannot remember his mother's.