Yiska

Name: Yiska

Age: four years

Gender: male

Personality: Above all, Yiska is friendly. Almost constantly he wears a smile and has no qualms about approaching a (nice-looking) stranger. He finds play a valuable ice-breaker when getting to know someone new, but he also loves to socialize and talk, and likes to tell and listen to stories, as long as they're true...or purported as true. Tales of adventures in exotic places thrill him and he longs to have some of his own someday. But this wolf is also a lover and has recently felt very lonely. He longs for the company of kindred souls, like those of the wolves in his birth pack.

Appearance: click
Yiska is a rather large wolf, and his body is reasonably proportional except for his paws, which are larger than normal. The better to keep him from sinking into the snow. His ears are also small and covered in very downy fur to keep them warm. His fur is long, thick and a dark, chocolaty brown that is mixed with tufts of silver and light, almost golden brown. His ears and legs are a much darker brown, almost black, and on his face he has a mask of short, dark fur. His eyes are golden or yellow in color.

History: Yiska was born into a small pack in the far north to very loving parents and was taught to love and respect all of his fellow beings. After every kill his parents, the alphas, thanked the spirit of the prey for its body, and wasted nothing. Even the bones were used to strengthen the walls of the pack's dens. Yiska, his siblings and even his parents rejoiced in play, but when circumstances allowed it. When there was a job to be done, the entire pack would pitch in and get it done fast so there would be more time to play and socialize. Eventually Yiska began to feel the call of adventure and love, and decided to leave his pack to search out his destiny. He has since traveled far; who knows what he will find in these strange new lands?

Family: None (may be changed later)

Mate: Placid

Pups: None

Example Post: (Taken from another site)
Through the underbrush that surrounded this giant tree leisurely, yet purposefully, trotted another wolf. His fur was brown and plain but for hundreds of specks of color that gleamed green, yellow and blue like eyes sometimes did at night. His eyes were blue at the moment. Around his neck hung a small sack that seemed to be bulging with something, and two feathers fluttered near his shoulders, held there by strings that seemed to be tangled into the wolf's fur. This wolf's name was Yiska, and he was humming absentmindedly.

Suddenly he stopped in his tracks. He had smelled something. Prey? Danger? Another wolf? Yes, a wolf, that was it. A female. A traveler. And there was something else, something else...something less tangible...the wolf's eyes widened. Magic? Excited now, he traced the scent. It was very recent. He found it near the base of the tree, and it led him toward its massive buttresses, and then...up the tree? What? He cocked his head, confused. Was that her magic? Maybe. Or maybe not. Yiska looked harder at the tree trunk and saw scratch marks in the thin film of moss that covered it. Considering his affection for this particular tree, its injuries bothered him surprisingly little; he had not encountered another wolf in his forest for some time. He had to investigate.

Yiska had never climbed the tree for fear of harming it, but the stranger's scratch marks proved to him that the bark was tough enough to withstand a half-hearted attack. In the name of socialization. He surveyed the trunk and noticed that where the stranger's claw marks were, were indentations and knots that could be used as pawholds. The brown wolf backed up a few paces, then lunged at the tree, scrabbling to get up. But he still felt guilty and tried too hard to keep his claws from penatrating the bark. Still he was determined. Again he tried, and this time he made it to the lowest branch. From here it was just a matter of leaping from limb to limb, rising ever higher...and then he broke out into the sunlight.

Sunlight? You're kidding. Sunlight in Cascadia? Where it rained more days than the trees grew? Impossible. But there it was. And not only was the sun making a rare appearance, but there was actually not a cloud in the sky. Yiska marveled. He had seen few days so clear. Too bad he had missed it: the sun was already near the horizon. He had gone all day without noticing the clear weather. "Shows how much the trees know that you don't," he muttered to himself.

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