Post by Toiro on Aug 14, 2010 1:51:25 GMT -5
General
Name: Toiro
Birthday: 3rd April 2008 (2 year, 4 months)
Gender: Male
Species: Grey Wolf
Physical
Height: 37 inches
Length: 58 inches
Weight: 140 pounds
Coat Color: Toiro is very handsome. His coat is mostly grey and black with a bit of creamy-white. He has a snowy white underbelly and muzzle.
Eye Color: He has steely grey eyes that seem to look into your soul. Most wolves Toiro meets are unnerved by his strong gaze.
Health Issues: Toiro has no health problems but he is slightly underweight.
Other Information: Toiro is large for his age and quite strong. His only friend was Nikia, but she drowned when he was six months old. He is terrified of deep water, especially rivers.
Mental
Mental Stability: He is a bit unstable due to Nikia’s death.
History: Toiro is the only surviving pup of Karearea and Tokoro. His sisters, Tiyan and Mileki, both passed away before they reached the age of 3 weeks. Shortly after his sisters died, he and his parents joined a neighbouring pack. Oredyll, Nunasa, and their three pups, Tilluin, Phe’ori and Nikia, welcomed Toiro, Karearea and Tokoro warmly into their family. Despite some early rivalries, Nikia and Toiro soon became close friends. She was very cheerful and intelligent and excellent at making up new games for them to play. Phe’ori and Tilluin didn’t like Toiro much because they thought that Nikia was spending too much time with him. After a couple of weeks filled with jealousy, Tilluin and Phe’ori had had enough. When the pups were down by the river, learning about the territories, Phe’ori pushed Toiro into the water. Toiro would have drowned if it weren’t for Nikia. She swam into the churning river and somehow managed to pull Toiro out. He became absolutely devoted to her and admired her even more than he had before. But he had developed a terrible fear of deep water and wouldn’t go anywhere near the river unless he had to.
The next few months were good for the pack. Tilluin and Phe’ori had given up trying to get rid of Toiro and all of the pups were growing fast thanks to the steady food supply. Nikia and Toiro spent their days lazing around in the meadows play-fighting with one another, and their nights howling with the pack and learning to hunt. But Toiro should have known that the happiness wouldn’t last. When Nikia was seven months old and Toiro almost six, they started to go hunting together. One night, when Toiro was in an unusually good mood, he and Nikia went down to the river to practise hunting the ducks that lived in the reeds. Toiro had been about to pounce when Nikia cried out that there was a dead deer on the other side of the river. The stag had definitely been killed by a wolf but seemingly abandoned on the shore. Nikia crossed the river over an old fallen tree and Toiro had had no choice but to follow her. Nikia was sniffing at the kill.
“I wonder who left it here. Why would someone just abandon a meal like this?” she asked. Toiro shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a harsh growl.
“What do you think you’re doing on our territory?!”. The pups spun around. Five huge wolves were growling at them from the edge of the forest.
“Since when was this your territory?” Toiro said bravely. One of the wolves stalked forwards. “Since last week” he snarled.
“How were we supposed to know that?” Nikia whined as the other four started closing in on them.
“It doesn’t matter, does it? What’s important is that you’re on our territory, trying to steal our prey. We’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget” The lead wolf lunged for Toiro’s neck. Toiro didn’t know how they managed to burst away from the crazy wolves but they managed it somehow. Nikia and Toiro leaped onto the fallen tree and scampered across the trunk towards their own territory. But when they were almost halfway across the river, Nikia slipped. “Help me, Toiro!” she screeched as she scrabbled to get a grip on the slippery trunk. Toiro leant forwards to grab her but his jaws only met air. She had fallen into the water and was being swept away downstream by the strong current. Toiro leapt onto the river-bank and raced along the shore, calling Nikia’s name frantically as he looked for her. “Here!” she gasped. She was clutching onto a branch that was sticking out of the water. “Please, Toiro, I can’t hold on much longer!” Nikia cried. Toiro was paralysed with fear. He couldn’t force himself to enter the water. Flash-backs of the time Phe’ori had pushed him into the river clouded his thoughts. Water all around him. Waves tossing him about. Can’t breathe. Need air. Upside down. No, right way up. Darkness closing in around him.
“Toiro!” Nikia’s scream brought him out of his memories “Toiro, please!”
Toiro stared at the shape bobbing around in the river. “I, I can’t…” he stammered.
“You coward, Toiro!” Nikia yelped “I saved you when you were little, remember!”
He cringed and looked guiltily down at his paws.
“Oh, forget it. I didn’t mean it” she sighed “Well I guess this is goodbye, Toiro…”
Toiro’s head snapped up in fright. “What do you mean?” he asked, horrified. He splashed into the shallows desperately. “You’re not going to die, Nikia!”. But she had slipped off the branch. It was too late. He saw her beautiful blue eyes once more before she was lost under the swirls of white foam. Toiro ran along the shore, calling out helplessly. It was a while before he realised that he was on territory he’d never seen before and it would take ages to walk back to the camp. It didn’t matter, though. He would never be able to meet the eyes of her parents, tell them what he’d done, or rather, what he hadn’t done. He vowed to himself that never again would he stand by and watch another wolf die. Even if he only had the slightest chance of preventing a death, he would try.
Toiro has been wandering in the wilderness ever since. Many wolves have driven him away because they feel that he is a threat to their pack. His ways have changed, though. He is no longer the cowardly wolf that he was before Nikia died, although he is still afraid of water.
Personality: Toiro looks aggressive because of his size but he is actually a kind and loyal wolf. He used to be quite small when he was a pup, but since Nikia’s death he has grown a lot, both physically and mentally. Although once a coward, Toiro is brave and would do almost anything to help others who are in need. He is the kind of wolf that learns from his mistakes.
Most wolves usually either attack or avoid Toiro because of his size and strength. They also avoid him because of his sad, grumpy looking expression. He is still haunted by memories of the river that took Nikia’s life and nearly his own. Toiro usually thinks negatively about himself and blames himself wholly for Nikia’s death. But he is always hopeful and would never think of ending his own life. (Okay, he does think about it, but he’d never actually do it). He pretends that he doesn’t care that he’s alone and acts maturely but he is really still a pup deep down inside. He is looking for a pack that will accept him and make him feel wanted but is afraid to approach other wolves because whenever he sees them he is reminded of the day Nikia died.
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