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Emory Wahkan
Topic Started: Nov 6 2015, 04:44 PM (471 Views)
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Full Name: Emory Wahkan
Gender: Male
Breed: Eastern Timber Wolf
Age: 11
Birthday: April 6th, 2005
Pack: Dawnrunners
Rank: Sentinel

Origin: Kelowna, British Columbia
Fur Color: Black, Gray, White, Beige, and Ginger.
Eye Color: Gold
Weight: 118lbs
Scars: Scar upon left eye, Left Forelimb(From Saving Kovo), Scars upon mid back, faint upon left flank. Two notches taken out of his right ear, scar upon his neck with a few bite marks, and scars upon his right flank.(All From a battle with Skoll`)

Mate: Etienette
Mother: Sparrow(deceased)
Father: Loki(deceased)
Daughters: Singe, Maiara, Unnamed(deceased)
Daughters (Second Litter): Unnamed(deceased), Unnamed(deceased)
Sons: Tahir, Unnamed(decease)
Sons (Second Litter): ?, ?, Unnamed(deceased)
Sisters: Keeta(deceased)
Brothers: Rex(deceased)
Spirit Mother: Kovo (In-Law)
Spirit Sisters: Atraya (In-Law)
Spirit Daughter: Chisu
Adopted Sons: Arantius


Appearance:
The brute who stands at an admirable 32" at the shoulder, possesses the average looks of a Timber Wolf. Grays, Whites and Blacks dominate his overall appearance, though in the changing seasons he sometimes possesses a Beige tint to his pelt. His colorations were achieved from his Father who was of a Pure pelt, and his Mother who was of a Dark Stone pelt. What stands out most on Emory are his piercing Golden Orbs, ever watching his surroundings. In total, his overall visage holds stories to tell of his past in the hardships of growing up without a Pack to support both himself, and his parents.


Attitude:
Both of a wise and naive nature, this brute holds a severity like few others. He finds solace in his hard exterior, that was created to prevent further harm to come to his tired mind. Of only Ten, his knowledge challenges some elders - but his kindness and respect always flows boldly for those older than he is. He is often portrayed as the strong silent type, but a personality to be given by hardships can be cured by the gifts of rebirth as well. The meaning of his name matches his demeanor; for it means 'Home Strength' or 'Industrious Leader.'



Biography:
It was upon the dawn of a sweet April morning, did Spring bring about the long awaited litter of a single Female and her mate. Many years of failed attempts had left the pair in dismay, but to an avail given by perhaps the Spirits - a litter was born. The litter was small in comparison to others granted with a better success rate, though life was given none-the-less. Tragedy was on the horizon though, as the birth wasn't as beautiful as it was so long anticipated for. One pup remained alive, the other two returned to the Earth that provided life overall. The pair held great sadness in the knowledge of their beloved children being stolen from them, but held a pride within themselves for the birth of a healthy male. Throughout the gestation period of the fae, a sickness had made her take a turn for the worse. All suspicions of the Pup's fatality were pointed towards the sickness.

Months would slowly wander by, Spring weaving into Summer as the trees were complimented now with branches full of leaves. The young male who survived the ordeal of the befalling of his birth, was now a mere three months of age. He held not just the demeanor of a pup, but held maturity in where some of his age lacked. His parents provided him with the utmost of knowledge for his future, and were often a bit too possessive of him. "Sparrow, my dear one.. Perhaps we should allow him to have the time to play?" Loki would speak, tone that of an aged one as he would fix his gaze to his mate. She of course would ignore his remark for the moment - watching her son with close orbs. "Not yet.." she finally spoke, jumping the moment that the pup stumbled. "Emory! Are you okay?" Sparrow leapt down from her position upon a slight hill. Loki remained where he was, head shaking gently to the sight of his mate literally smothering their son in affection. Emory struggled against his Mother's obsessive trait to continuously groom and baby him. "Mother, sto-.. Stop!" he grunted, pinned beneath a paw. To no avail, the grooming continued despite his constant attempts to stop it. His mother only stopped the moment that the first calls of night would be upon their lands. With a bit of difficulty, she would move her son from out in the open and to their den. "Stay.." she said softly to her son as she looked to her mate. "We must hunt.." she said with a small smile.

The following dawn presented tragedy in it's wake, the den of the former trio cleaned free of the Earth. It was now a hole in the ground, filled with patches of fur and scraps of food. The Wolves had taken refuge in the nearby forest, orbs wide with curiosity in the two-legged beasts that marched around. They had found the den in the early hours of the morning, but thankfully the family were quite a ways from the sight. Upon returning is when the fear struck them, these creatures were unknown to them. "Loki, my love.. What should we do..?" Sparrow whispered lightly to her mate who would turn away in silence. There was no choice but to follow the male through the thick forest to take further shelter. "We will move onwards, seek a more suitable home.." he said as he stopped, their location now a great distance from the two-legged beasts. "We must not stop, I know not of these beasts.. But if they are hunters, they surely will track us down and find us.." he said and with that, would move off again. In the front, Emory would be after his mother had pushed him to keep further sights on him. The pup knew nothing of what was going on, though there was a feeling within him that urged him to dare not to stop or look back.

The next few months moved onwards, a place to call home was far from their grasp. Through the Autumn seasons food was almost scarce, the trio having to avoid more two-legged beasts in loud noise making birds, or bear-like machines. But at last, in their moments of wishing to give up - luck would be in favor of them. Within the borders of British Columbia and the Yukon, the trio found their long sought after home. They were nestled deeply within the comfort of a forest that would seemed to be untouched by life other than the common herd of Deer. "Mother, is this our new home..?" Emory would ask from behind her form. He was now seven months old, though was still small compared to his much larger parents. "Yes, my dear.. This is our new home.." Sparrow would turn her head back to look to her son with warm orbs. "We will be safe here.." Loki said, reassuring his son with his usual firm voice as he began to work on searching for a new den site. It had to be much larger than their former one, perhaps one under a cavern of rocks, or fallen trees. It would be only a short matter of time before the male would find a suitable den site. It was craned between a series of tall timbers, rocks etching boundaries a few miles outwards to provide more cover than their former home. "Here we are.." he said, standing proudly in the discovery he had come across. Emory would curiously look from behind his father, exhaustion written upon his young features before he was nudged into the protection of their new home. Sleep would come quick for the trio, a peace finally found.

Soon the days would grow colder, harsh conditions bestowed upon the trio. Food was yet again scarce, the herds taking to open fields a great distance away. It was then that they had to move on once more. Another farewell to what was called home was brief, the tracks of the Wolves covered by the blowing snow. Emory was drawing closer to his first year, though in the cold months of Winter - his health was declining against an improper diet. In the open plains they were vulnerable, hearing the two-legged beasts within the dense forests on either side of their trek. Travel was swift though, half a day was taken to move across the large plains to retreat back into the safety of the forest. The meals they were granted were of simple leftovers. In their species, it was uncommon for them to scavenge but life was bringing hardships like no other. Day after day it was taken to find a new home, the trio burdened by the ever-ruthless Winter. But as luck would perhaps grant them once more with a chance at tranquility, they would find a decent area wedged yet again within another forest. Emory was in his tenth month of age, the month of January providing an ease to the constant blowing snow. Though, the worst month was slowly creeping up. February, being the coldest month of the year provided to be an extreme obstacle in the trio's ability to survive. They had to survive on small game, varying from Rabbits to Weasels. But faith in the heart was still strong, their hopes of a brighter future on the horizon of the dawn to give way to Spring once again.

In Emory's first year, he had managed to survive Humans and his first Winter. He had accomplished something that some yearlings had not in larger packs. He had grown much as well, into a fine young male who was taking after his father in ways of leadership and smarts. He was capable of taking down small game now, and aiding in scouting for them as well. The Spring that settled offered a better lifestyle for the trio, providing them with easier means of food and travel. Life was good for the small pack for the time being, the weather remaining tainted with only some rainy days. But as luck's gift held consequence as well, turns would be taken and found in the months passing by. Life was flying by, faster than the young male could comprehend. And before he knew it, he was facing barreling hounds across a grassy field. In the distance gunshots bellowed, the sound causing a slight deafness to the yearling's ears. On his tail were the hounds, jaws snapping and murder set within their minds. "Mother! Father?!" he called out in wonder to his parents, wherever they were. But as the trials of life would push this young male further, his parents were ways away hunting down larger game. Fate would only be capable of offering him one grant, and that was of a herd of Elk scattering. The hounds points of interest were now set on individual cows who were scattering into the far ends of the large clearing. In the protection of the forest, the young male kept running, heart pounding against his chest as he wouldn't dare stop. Only when he found refuge within the home of his family, did he stop and crawl beneath the roots of a dead tree to remain there to await his parents.

Sturdy and strong, the male continued on growing. His gained experience from the Humans and their ability to manipulate what seemed to be those of his kind. He held knowledge now in where life would take him, confidence loomed within his soul. He was of a year and a half now, growing more and more. His once pup-colored orbs had taken a prominent hue of Gold. Stone-like pelt complimented his orbs and his muscular, yet still slightly lean form. He held a pride that was of his father's and his mother's. Life was on a bittersweet course to another hardship though, something that the trio had no way of avoiding. It was during the Autumn of that year, the trio had set out on a small scouting trip to a further territory in hopes of finding a more suitable herd to prey upon. Most other herds had scattered during the Human's arrival in the earlier months, and had not yet returned. "Emory, stay close to us.." Sparrow would instruct him, a nod given by the male but his attention was caught elsewhere. The scent of meat lofted to a hungry belly, his course being taken off into a shallow clearing. His eyes befell a carcass, fresh at that. But the closer he got, the more unsettled his demeanor grew. Something was amiss within this small area.. But what was it? While he investigated his attention was only grabbed when he heard the odd sound of growling. It was like no other he had ever heard, and only when his mid-back was bashed into by various sharp twigs, he jumped. But twigs were not what those were, instead behind him stood a large Grizzly. The swipe had been a fairly gentle one, but he now possessed gaping wounds that would provide him with an unfortunate feat - blood. A chance would be taken as instinct settled in, the male's paws carrying him away from the small clearing as the Bear was in tow. The male would only run now as he could see his parents a few miles ahead of him, a vocalization signaling to them both that there was lingering danger. But as he finally caught up, the massive creature was gone without a trace.

Another experience dealt with, the young male had more knowledge to put towards his future. He had survived an attack from a full grown Grizzly Bear, and walked away with only scars and a sore back for a few weeks. He would gain from it though, and carry it on with the ability to now be able to identify the scent of a Bear. His parents held pride in his ability to withstand such an attack, but spoke of discipline in the matter of wandering off. "Never again, Emory.." Loki spoke with a firm voice, a lecture ending during the eve of July. His parents had become harder on him now as he was on the path to full out adulthood. He knew they meant well, and took their lessons to heart. He was capable of leaving his mother and father now, but he had been bonded to them like no other. He felt no need to sever strings with them, and preferred to be in their company. He knew strength came in numbers, and knew full on he would dwell on the brinks of death in solitude. The days once more would pass briefly, life once again at a pleasant calm. The herds were slowly returning, the season for hunting by the Humans coming to an end. The herds were not of desired game for the Humans, but smaller game was - which unfortunately scared away the herds the trio usually preyed upon. Life had carried the trio further on now, a new home found further up in the thick terrain of British Columbia. They had experienced less and less Humans, and far more wildlife than ever before. They were in a secluded area, rich with resources that would benefit their survival. But what was to come in the following months held tragedy like no other..

Summer came to an end, quicker than the year before. Autumn took it's turn and settled in with a cooler bite this year. It would though, continue to offer plentiful food for the trio. Emory's parents had yet again attempted for another litter in the former months, but the success rate was low once more. Perhaps their lives were destined to be filled with one individual to carry on their bloodline? Life would hold true no doubt to the words of that as the days grew colder. Emory was a few months now from hitting his two year mark, pride bestowed upon his once again changed features. He was growing more and more into an admirable young Wolf. He had successfully taken down game of a decent size, with help from his parents of course. His odds of survival still relied on numbers. The feast of that eve was enough to last them a few days, a cow Elk had been taken down by the trio and savored. But life had it's own sights set on a turn that would destroy a lifetime of memories. In the darkness loomed a small group of Bears, they were no doubt of a small family based trio. It was unusual to see Bears in a group, but at times in the scent of food - they flocked. The first to react to such a thing was Loki, managing to scare the beasts off with much effort. It was followed by Sparrow who took a second turn at warding them off. Peace was again within their small living area, days going by as snow fell upon the Earth since last year. It was a time of play, but also hardship in hunting. The snow sometimes provided difficulty to run through, so chasing the prey to a clearer area was often a move done.

The trio had set onwards once more, a short distance from their former home. They had settled again, and kept their kills further from their den site. There was where they were stalked once more. Emory was out on his usual trek, marking the edges of the territory that he and his parents owned. He had become accustomed to such a thing in his first year of life, his father teaching him the ways to lead properly. It had been a day full of joy, a kill being made and his parents finding solace in the trio surviving a chaotic blizzard. In thought the male of almost two years trekked onwards, tail swaying behind him and pride smacked upon his features. But as he would move closer and closer to his family's den area, the scent of blood would become aware to him. Instinct would drive his form forwards, his golden hues searching for any sign of his parents. To his joy, his father emerged from behind the foliage of their den, seemingly in good state before his form slumped. He could only think of it being some game, until the heart-stopping bellows of a Bear echoed in his mind. He paused, hesitation causing him to wish to run - but he dared not to. He moved towards his father, orbs settled on looking down to the beaten male. "Father.." he whispered, harks flattening in the sight of the male being almost completely immobilized. "Seek out.. Your mother.." he would breathe, his elder form weak with standing as he possessed a broken hip. His ability to walk properly now was permanently flawed. But Emory knew, within his heart his father's words were true. He would seek out his mother, in hopes she was in better shape than his father..

To turn his back upon his father was the hardest thing he had ever endured, but he knew he had no other choice. Behind him he could hear the snapping of weak jaws and the crunching of bones, one Bear finally finding the broken form of his father. If Wolves could cry, his eyes would be clouded over in such but rather he felt a rage inside of him. Sadness was sent to the back of his mind until he met up with his mother, cornered by two other Bears. "Mother!" he called out, a move that proved to be wrong as one Bear set it's sights upon the male. "Run Emory, run!" Sparrow called out, blood staining her ebony pelt while her form trembled. Emory shook his head, standing his ground as he snarled, hackles raising and body tensing. He was to fight, even though the odds of winning were impossible - he would try. One by one, he would be batted around ruthlessly by the Bears. The two on him like scavengers on an older kill. A paw to the face ended in the near removal of an eye, but his vision remained. With his vision now clouded by blood in his left eye, he would have great difficulty in being successful in any attempts to ward of the Bears. While his attention was occupied on the two, the third moved into position - a paw coming to smash into the male's shoulder, leaving four large and bleeding gashes. Emory's form had been sent flying a few feet while he laid in what seemed to be a broken mess. Though despite the odds, he rose once more. What were these beasts after? His family had escaped them once before, but they had followed. He knew that Bears had no true aggressive nature, unless it was for food, or territory. But he had scouted long and far and never came across any sights of the trio of Bears.

"Mother!" Emory cried out once more, the Bears now moving back to finish off the beaten fae who posed as no match for the natural born killers. One last yelp would escape the elder fae's jaws before her life would be stolen. The only course of action now was to run, but as the world around the male began to blur, he had much difficulty finding a solid path. Further and further he would wander, now at a decent distance from the Bears who's attentions were on the two fallen Wolves. The Winter was harsh, so perhaps that was reasoning for the trio of Bears to turn? He couldn't pinpoint the reasoning, but would now find peace in blacking out beneath the comfort of a tall Pine tree. Exhaustion overwhelmed his tired form, so much that he would slumber away the evening and day. He awoken in the silence of the next night, the moon lighting up the fields around him as he would gaze about. "A dream..?" he would breathe out to himself, his breath in wisps. But he knew deep down that he was alone, something he had feared and never imagined to happen. He knew he could never return to his home, and found no reason to truly settle on his own. So he began his trek to find a place to find solace within once more. He found nothing on his travels through the upper parts of British Columbia, and soon crossed the border to the Yukon. His family had formerly settled upon the border of the two Provinces, but rather cross it, he had traveled alongside it. Only when he found instinct to travel across humanized pathways, did he find another world.

He had found many other Wolves, those within fair sized Packs. Some would offer him acceptance, others would chase him off. But no matter his success or failure, he found nothing that could match his desire to find solace. He wandered for many years, settling in some places for months to rest himself and gain knowledge on where he was. He had circled too, finding himself to approach the same Packs as before. He had become lost more than once, but finally found his way upon the rising and falling of the Moon. He had now entered his fourth year of life when he crossed another border. He stepped foot into a large area, snow dappling the ground despite the Spring weather being warmer. He had stepped into a land of ice. But as he became more familiar with the area, life itself would pose to be not only beautiful but treacherous as well. He had encountered Bears of a pure white, new to him but clearly far larger than the Grizzlies. He kept to himself, and avoided stirring his presence to anyone other than birds or the herds. He hunted alone, taking down Elk Calves and whatever else posed to be a decent meal. This was a current paradise for him, but the loneliness and ever-growing regret began to fill his empty soul. He had found a pack that offered him kindness, and a lifelong stay - he even was acknowledged by rogue females here and there. But this male was far from interested in mating, or settling within a home. He could never truly find that 'home' either way, his heart kept urging him forwards.

Alaska had proved itself to be of a worthy living area, humans were in smaller numbers in the harsh terrain of the snow-based area. He had more freedom, and more space to hunt as he pleased. He had spent four more years in a single area, before stumbling upon a secluded territory. He had traveled far to get there, past mountains that seemed to never end, past rivers that held dangerous currents. But finally along the opening of a passage, he found himself staring at a treeline. The scent of Wolves were therein, as was the scent of death. He immediately assumed that these were the lands of a Pack. The paw prints left and scents marked expressed that to him. He had moved onwards, slumbering that evening within the comfort of the dense forest. And when he awoke, a drum-like rhythm was within his chest. His paws urged him forwards, further and further into the trees he had moved. The drumming became more, now being within his ears as he was gathering more and more scents. Though, the trek to the outside of the forest was a day's work and proved to be exhausting. He had moved upon the opening in the following evening, his Golden orbs befalling a clearing with many scents that assaulted his nostrils. He had travelled long and far, and with a tiredness like no other, he had the wish to fall down and sleep. But what was before him now, was something he was unprepared for.. A Wolfess in high virtue awaited his appearance, orbs to match his own and a nature that challenged his hard exterior. The life of Emory was beginning once more, a fresh start to a disaster-etched memory...

Throughout the duration of his time at WolfSpirits, Emory had risen and fallen against the odds of Pack life. He was gifted with a mate like no other, a female who was a Beta in her prime. Difficulties began to arise when the hierarchy took a twist, as the Alpha female was felled to a "freak accident". The Alpha was his mother-in-law, and despite his best intentions on attempting to pull her from the blackened winter waters - the elder fae had already been dealt her fate. Time dwindled onward, and Emory struggled to keep afoot with the torrential changes placed before him. Before long, the season had come into its reign and brought about new life as the winter's chill melted away. Emory's mate had revealed her pregnancy, and life became at an all-time high. Emory felt a far new emotion wash over him, something so powerful that even the great storms overhead could shake his determination. Weeks were spent on the making of a special densite for his mate, but at last - it had been completed. The early spring soon fell into full swing, and Etienette had finally gave birth. Five beautiful pups were tightly tucked into the den with her, warm and protected. The labor had been a bit difficult, the last two pups barely making it. But perhaps it was determination from their ancestors, or a flicker of hope - that gave the two their ability to take their first gulp of air. Days had passed, and a storm had settled into the clearing - thunder rumbling the distant mountains. Emory had not left his special mound outside of the den, remaining ever vigilant and protective over his mate and newborns. But like all life, not all are meant to last for very long on this earth.. The following morning, two pups were placed outside of the den - lifeless and cold to the touch. They were the smaller ones of the five, the two last borns who were dealt a hand of malnutrition. The two distraught parents dug special resting places for their pups, allowing them to rest and reunite with their mighty ancestors..

Emory and Etienette had been given a card that they both were unable to cope with at first. Their very first litter, their very first ability to carry forth their legacies.. It was almost hopeless, but the three remaining pups seemed to be the stronger ones. There was now only one boy, and two females remaining. Time dwindled on, and the Summer began to slowly float into existence - like a fresh petal on a Sakura tree. Emory did his best to be there for his mate, and his children - all the while as he mourned in cold silence. Four months later met its face, the hot months of July burning down onto the vulnerable earth. Emory had disappeared from the lands of his former pack, his oldest daughter; Singe - not far behind. Etienette, Tahir and Maiara had woken that day without any signs of the pair. The hunter and his daughter were gone without a trace, save for the dried up tracks that led to the far north. Between the time then and now, Emory had been on his own journey. The reason for such a thing has yet to be revealed.. Like a lost treasure in a cove of no return, Emory has kept his reasoning of leaving to a minimum. But at last.. Through a flicker of a dying ember, the elder brute happened upon the lands of his distant family; The Dawnrunners. His mate had told him much about them, talking highly of her Spirit Aunt; Silverlune, and her pack. With what perhaps was an offer of grace, Emory had been gifted the reuniting of his only son, Tahir. The young male had joined the pack of his distant family, and was now situated as a pack member there. With both males seeming to return from their own journeys, reunions and uncertainties were lain within the joy. What would become of this..? Would father and son remain together, at last..? Would they be gifted the chance to "meet" once again..? Or would their paths be split apart once more, dooming the legendary Wahkan Tribe..?

Emory had experienced many new adventures within the Dawnrunners, from reunions with his son, a brotherly figure; Alvaro - and new bonds. He had risen from a mere Pledge, to a Subordinate throughout his ever-remaining loyalty and devotion. Alongside his son, he has found his place amongst a Pack where family is the highest concern. In February of 2016, the Dawnrunners had been met by a Terror Pack that sought destruction for the Pack. Emory had made himself a nemesis like no other, and faced off in March against the Terror Alpha. In a fleeting battle between Terror Pack and Dawnrunners, the Dawnrunners proved to be successful. Emory is now adorned in more scars, scars obtained in the fight against the survival of the fittest. The eternal memory of killing an Alpha will always reside on the older brute's mind, but has once again melded and forged him.


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