Post by archer on Jul 29, 2007 0:53:43 GMT -5
:: Fire and Heat ::
"Tell me, does my name really matter to you?"
Name: Luke
Nicknames: Lu
Age: Adolescent
Sex: Male
Species: Dog
Breed: Belguim Tervueren
:: Turning up the Temperature ::
"Looks can be deceitful if you don't look closely"
Built: Elegant, square
Colors: Chocolate, Caramel, Brown, Mahogany
Main Color: Carmel
Secondary: Chocolate
Markings: Brown, Mahogany
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Like most of his breed, Luke is a medium sized dog with a weight around sixty-five pounds and is two feet tall. His coat is thick, and hard to keep, but held protect him from cold. A deep Chocolate starts on his head, and then works its way down neck and ends at his scruff, mixing with mahogany on his shoulders. A brown stripe runs down his back that mixes onto brown on his side and a lighter brown on his legs. His tail is the same color on the base, and then turns into a chocolate tip.
He had pointed ears, and a very collie like face, looking more german shepherd though. Luke carries himself with pride, and has a long, flowing gait. His eyes are dark brown, bright with life and intelligence.
:: Settling against the Flames ::
"Feeling the burn of a fiery canine"
Personality Type: Graceful Herding Dog
A highly energetic dog that is a loyal companion as well as someone being very protective of everyone that he comes to know. Luke is a good watch dog, being very observant and attentive to the slightest change in his environment. He is a little nervous around strangers, as to be expected with any awkward teenager.
He is learning still, and is very easily goaded into doing things, this finding himself in potientally dangerous sitiuations. Despite this, he is willing to learn and is skilled in being fast, making sudden turns, and making prey move. After having once been a tracking dog in a pack of dogs, he is willing to work together with most other canines, and is toleratent of both wolves and likewise hybrids of both wolf and dog.
Luke is quick to follow orders, and does not question it. He was brought to listen and do as he was told, so he is very attentive. Some of his hobbies are racing others, swimming, and sparring with other dogs and the occasional wolf. He likes humans, dogs, wolves, talking with others, stargazing, and tracking. Luke dislikes rude poeple, those that insult weaker than themselves, and cannot stand to be called a chicken.
:: Of Blood and Tears ::
"By the side of the light do I see everything I have seen before"
Born into a pack of dogs that tracked for a living, he was the son of the alpha male and the Master Huntress. Everyone expected him to be strong and brave, and from the moment he and his four brothers and one sister were born, everyone was watching them. The first memories he has is of his solid black mother doting on him and caring for him after he had gotten seperated from the others of the pack during a hunt. His father loved him and his brothers, and even his elder sister. They were his closest friends. One day while exploring the woodland area of the pack, the pups and their parents were discovered by a band of ten or so rogue wolves looking for more land.
Luke, now at four months stood in front of his brothers and sisters, protecting them. The leader, named Zee ordered them to stomp the pup out, but his father acting on his love for his sons, jumped in front of his offspring, taking the foreful blow that sent the alpha male rolling into the dirt. Angered by what the wolves had done, his mother stepped forward and with all her strength, managed to take out at least three wolves. Luke's father staggered to his feet and watched as his beloved mate struggled to protect the little ones they both loved with all their hearts. Growling with effort, he barked at his children to run away and fast. Quickly, all but Luke turned tail. With as much control as he could, he yelled at the words. To this day, he still remembered what he told them. "Leave my mother and father alone, or die" He was serious.
Zee laughed at then lunged, only to find the moment he landed that the pup was gone from where he had stood. A moment later, pain shot through his body as both the mother and father of Luke tore into with a strength he did not know dogs possessed. Amazed by this, Luke sat mezmorized by the sight of his parents fighting to save his life. Without further hesitation, he leapt onto the wolves, tearing at them with the knowledge that his mother and father needed him. With their numbers drastically rediced by the female dog, the wolves were surprised to find that their leader was being tortured and now the son had turned on them. Luke, acting on instinct, tore into ones throat and managed to hold his throat closed until the wolf passed out. The others, thinking their companion was dead, ran away in fear of the pup and his mother as well as father.
Zee lay bleeding as Luke's parents backed off. They had purposefulyl avoided any fatal wounds, but rather injured him severly enough that it would be several hours before he could move. Luke's mother ran over ot her son and grabbed him by the scruff and thus, began his life as a tracker. He had proven himself against the wolves, and so, after finding all his siblngs, was to began being trained by his mother. His siblings were sent off to teaches for each rank. He had been chosen as the heir of the throne and was giving all the required lessons. He spent the next six months learning to track, and then one day, wondered too far away. Luke was so far away, so disoritented by fear, and so panicked he wasn't thinking straight that he ran as fast as he could toward the direction he had come, only to find a cliff. Sighing, the young dog sat down and took a breath. The cliff under him suddenly gave way right as he said it couldn't get any worse. The young male fell, and fell until he hit a river below, the water's current strong as he was smashed against rocks. After a few times, he was finally knocked out.
A soft and muddy bank greeted him when he awoke. His usually clean and well groomed coat was covered in mud and when Luke tried to get up and figure out where he was, pain racked him form, and he was left gasping and growling in agony. Soon, he was out again. During the time he was out, his mother who had been out on a hunt and had come across her son's scent followed it and found him laying unconscious against the bank.
Without a moment passing, the mother grabbed her son and pulled him toward the grasses where he would be safe. A warm tongue and the sound of whimpers woke him from the forced sleep. He smiled as he saw his mother and the rest of the pavck surrounding him. Luke staggered upright, and walked off a distance, asking to be alone. He did not really know why, but there was something he knew he needed to do. Looking into his reflection at the water, he came to startling conclusion that he was not meant to be the heir. His father came up behind him and asked what was wrong. Luke told him off his opinion and then, his fahter puased before speaking. He told his son to follow his heart and find the path that suited him. He knew it would be a hard choice to make, but for a month he thought and finally came to the answer. He needed somewhere were he could be of more use, and so he set off on a journey.
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