[jericho] stone walls

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It felt odd, walking around and doing something for a pack again. She had spent so much time alone, running away from the people she feared, from those who had caused her so much pain. She never once thought she would find herself wandering in pack lands again, at least not without leaving. This was her home now, though, and she would have to make it such. She didn't think she'd get herself so close to the water again either. She had been sick of the ocean when she had arrived by being thrown across it. She was lucky to have survived and yet, there she was, part of a pack that lived on an island created by a volcano, surrounded nearly on all sides by ocean water. Towards the center of the island, it wasn't so bad, though the lack of major plant life bothered her. It was a nice, constant temperature though and she supposed she could live in this place without leaving.

Serynia was terrified to be a part of a pack, worried that they would turn on her as her last one had done. Her last pack hadn't even really been her pack. Se didn't quite understand why they saved her, took her in, even after killing the pack she was birthed into, including her own mother and father. None of that she remembered, of course, as she had been so young at the time, but she supposed she could have expected it considering the age difference between the little wolf she called a baby sister. Any thought of her immediately brought the images of watching her get ripped to shreds by her alpha, as a warning and a punishment to her. When she had attacked them for doing what they had done, they had turned on her and chose to go after her next. With a small head start, she had few places to go, and just ran. But they hunted her, and many times had come close to killing her. So, she hunted first, learned to kill and live with it. She had even killed the male she once loved.

The Mackenzie Valley femme had little idea why she occupied herself with these thoughts on a daily basis, considering that she now had a new reason to keep herself busy with. Patrolling, hunting and keeping loners away from the borders, marking them too. It felt somewhat nice to have a purpose again. Rather than just wandering around and searching for nothing in particular. Perhaps this would give her the opportunity to make friends, if she could. She knew damn well she was not a likable creature. She was vile and often rude, had a bit of a superiority complex, and lived on the "kill or be killed" philosophy. For the most part, it was a mask, a facade that cold easily be broken with the right touch, a touch she wanted nowhere near her. Every part of her feared her heart would be walked upon and shattered into a million more pieces by anyone she dared to trust. She may have now been part of a pack, but she would estrange herself until she knew for sure these wolves could be trusted, even if she would play nice.

The sun blazed overhead, but it was not overly hot, the early spring breeze and mist from the waterfall cooling down the atmosphere around her. She supposed it wouldn't hurt all that much to take a break. She came to the water's edge on careful paws. Being sure not to cut her pads on any of the sharper stones, she lowered her head and sucked up some of the chilled water the falls were providing into a pool beneath it. The cliff provided shade for this time of day and the slight breeze carried the water droplets off the edge of the water as it did fall. She paced a small ways into the pool, somewhat glad for the relief on her hot legs. Her fur dampened and drooped a little, and no shaking of the pelt could make it go away. She sighed, silver eyes flicking about and taking in the area. Small amounts of plant life, the sea on the horizon, and yet she was starting to enjoy it here. Perhaps those stone walls of hers were finally eroding, not matter how strong they stood.

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 General
Name: Jericho { pronounced: JAY-ree-ko }
Birthday: March 14, 2011 { 2 years, 2 months }
Gender: Male
Species: Tundra Wolf x Grey Wolf

Physical
Height: 33 inches
Length: 56 inches
Weight: 130 pounds
Coat Color: Mainly silver with predominantly black fur on his back and then scattered all over his body. His ears are a faded brown, and the bridge of his nose/top of muzzle is the same faded brown.
Eye Color: Light brown
Health Issues: None
Other Information: None

Mental
Mental Stability: Sane

History: Jericho was born to Jake and Lyanne's second litter. Jake was a caring father but he had multiple relationships with other females outside their family territory and Jericho began to grow up with this type of double life. He saw his father go in and out of his home, and return with the scents of other females that were not his mother. His mother knew, but never spoke a word about it. She just welcomed him and cried silently in her sleep. He saw this, but he grew accustomed to this routine. His father was caring and sweet with her, but went and did his other deeds behind her back. Jericho, at one year of age, became popular between the ladies of his neighboring territories. His ego grew and so did his reputation between the ladies. One day, while he was searching for food, he saw a female in the distance. Her fur was black as the night, with a white patch in her chest. Her yellow eyes penetrated his heart in a second. He went towards her smiling, with caution yet a firm step, just as he did always. She was scared of him, so she darted away due to her shy and cautious nature. He followed her, yelling, saying he wouldn't be a threat. After he finally caught her, they began to talk and soon after talking a nice conversation emerged. Day after day, they began talking and slowly, ever so slowly, he began to fall for her, but he didn't know what was in store for him. She was in reality a vicious killer, that swore to avenge all male wolves because she became a victim of rape and force breeding by a group of males. He fell for her every day, and they mated. After they finished mating, she smiled and suddenly attacked him. He was very confused and traumatized, and began to run for his life. She began to run even more quickly than him. He began to run looking back, and tripped over a tree trunk, making him fall head first into the ground. She took advantage of this and began to viciously attack him, ripping off fur and scarring him. He cried, not knowing why was she doing this. She was the only female he'd given his heart to, why would she do this to him? She kept biting and fighting him, and he decided he had enough. He attacked back, and after vicious fighting, he killed her by a bite to the neck. Heart broken, he decided he would never give his heart to any female again. He would never trust them, and they deserved to be played with. He still knew that one could steal his heart, but she would have to demonstrate that she was serious. He now wanders around, seeking desperately for his other half. Now he hopes for acceptance in any pack, and he promised himself he would try to forget his past and construct a better future for him. But he can play in the meantime...

Personality: Jericho is what you call in our terms, a player. He will flirt with any female, not caring if she is mated or not. He does not respect commitments, yet he is mentally prepared just in case that special girl comes and dominates his wild heart. He has special abilities in romantic, cheesy comments and his low, sensual voice drives the females crazy. Although he will mate with any female, he has picked his kind of girl, and he is desperately trying to find her: calm, sweet, passionate, secure, cute, funny, friendly, mature, and hard to get. He likes challenges, and loves to be the center of attention. He enjoys having company and he is somewhat talkative, and he likes to tease a lot. He acts cute around females, and really likes having physical contact whenever possible. He sometimes finds himself in trouble with the girls, because he has been known to have three, four or five interested females at the same time. He is very determined and passionate when he sets his mind into something, and he will not stop until he achieves that goal. His favorite pastimes are running, hunting and walking, admiring the nature around him. He is very honest, and he will tell you what he thinks in a second, not holding back. His somewhat impulsive nature is also the reason he gets in so much trouble. He is very caring with the ladies, and he knows how to treat them right. Jericho is, in a nutshell, a wild heart waiting to be tamed by the right girl. She just hasn't arrived yet.