Voyager

Voyager: | Admirable | Capable | Considerate | Disciplined | Gallant | Honorable | Loyal | Observant | Principled | Reliable | Aggressive | Proud | Conventional | Vindictive |

Voyager ran. Was running all he knew how to do? Tears stung in the corners of his eyes as gusts of mountain air pummeled him. He deserved the pain. Even though it had been months since he fled from his pack, the ache was still unbearable. There were days he hoped the rocks would tumble from the side of the mountain and bury him. He knew his mother would've cuffed him over the head for being so self-centered, but he couldn't help it. 

His paws were going numb. He was going to have to rest, and soon. Slowing his pace, he turned up the mountain and began the steep climb to the caves above. Another day of hunting unsuccessful. He would have to try again tomorrow. As he hauled himself onto a nearby ledge, he was met with glowing yellow eyes and a dark, bristled female glaring at him. Freezing, he did his best to remain calm. 

"Who are you and what business do you have lurking near MY den," the female hissed in an icy tone. Her lip curled to reveal a row of intimidating fangs. 

Matching her intensity subconsciously, Voyager snapped, "I don't see your name etched into the stone. How was I to know these were YOUR dens." 

The dame scoffed. Lifting her tail, she snapped, "Maybe if you'd get your head out of the clouds, you'd notice my scent marks." 

Voyager paused and considered her comment. She was right. His head was in the clouds. With a twitch of his nose, he was suddenly flooded with the scents she had been speaking of. Embarrassed, he allowed his tail to fall and his ears to lay back. "Ach... You are right... I'm sorry, Miss..?"

"Dyani."

"Dyani," he echoed softly. "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough," she snapped.

Voyager's lips pulled taut. "Do you... erm... have a pack?"

"No." Her eyes narrowed. "Who said I need one." There was a threatening tone to her chilled voice.

"I didn't say you needed one... I was - I dunno... Hoping you wanted one, I suppose?" Voyager hoped his offer was clear enough. "Two wolves have a better chance of surviving than just one..." His gaze met the dame's and he could see her thinking the proposition over. Finally, he shook his head. "Just forget it."

Just as he was turning away, Dyani called after him. "Fine... Come into my den... We can discuss details."

Though overjoyed, Voyager did his best to stay calm.

Voyager was raised in a relatively large pack. His homeland was quite lovely. The summers were warm, the winters were bland, and the pack was known for their kind nature. His father, the Alpha of the pack, was generous and stoic. Voyager learned a lot from both his father and his mother. His parents were regal - ruling over their Kingdom with a sense of purpose. As leaders, they held great responsibility on their shoulders; something they taught Voyager to take seriously. His mother was very feminine. She felt that it was a male's responsibility to lead, while the female was the caretaker. Voyager learned to be chivalrous and take-charge due to his upbringing. 

His entire life was turned upside down when a group of "weary travelers"  asked for a place to stay for the night. Though his father was against it, his mother allowed them to stay in the far den. During the night, Voyager woke from a nightmare to the smell of blood and the sound of battle. Racing out of his den, he staggered into the clearing to find his entire pack locked in a conflict with more rogues than he'd ever seen before. Just as he was about to join the fray, his mother stopped him. She begged him to flee for his life. Their pack was overrun - they were doomed. 

To his utter humiliation, he fled. To this day, he still beats himself up for running. Though he had little choice in the matter, he hates himself for leaving. He sought solace in the harsh mountain environment. Mother nature toughened him to the point that he nearly lost himself to numbness. Only when he found Dyani and founded The Banished Lands did he find himself again.

Voyager is a relatively average-sized male wolf. His pelt is dense and coarse. Beneath his earthy hued pelt are thick muscles. Though he doesn't tower over other male's, he is more than confident in his ability to take another wolf down. Many males underestimate his ability to fight. With his coat covering up his muscled figure, he often finds himself in more than his fair share of battles. His pelt is reminiscent of a forest. Dark shadowy markings along a brownish grey pelt. Though simple in appearance, his olive eyes are keen. It seems to most wolves that he can look right into your very soul. 

As the King of The Banished Lands, it is his job to remain alert and aware of any dangers to his pack. Though few wolves are insane enough to wander into the harsh winter wasteland that these wolves call home, the wolves that do are often powerful and determined. Voyager is a skilled fighter. He has bloodied his fangs more than he ever imagined, but he reminds himself that he is doing it to protect his loved ones. 

Voyager is definitely a wolf who prefers to talk things through before resorting to physical methods. He is can come off as aggressive in some instances, but he prefers to put up a front so wolves don't underestimate him. When he is within the pack denning sight, he is a completely different wolf. He is sociable, loving, and very gentle with his females and pups. It isn't uncommon to see him playing with the older pups or listening to the females gossip. He is open to comments about his leadership, and he always tries to change for the benefit of the pack.