Malice, the first Beta.
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 7 years 3 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Dedicated |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 174 |
| Pups Bred | 4 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Gold Lighter (1.35%) |
| Base Genetics | Warm Light I |
| Eyes | Blue |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Tan |
| Claws | Light |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | None |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | None |
| Slot 4 | None |
| Slot 5 | None |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | None |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Biography
~Life Traits~
(😤🥰🐾) (💍📖)
Personality: Aggressive/Malicious >>> Romantic/Dedicated.
Role at Retirement: Mentor.
Pairbond: Dustheart.
Lore?: W.I.P.
~~~
What's In A Name?
~~~
Malice, the pack's second-in-command, absentmindedly scrapes the claws of a forepaw back and forth against the stone he sits upon.
Sitting just behind Alpha Marengo's right shoulder- as is expected of his rank as Beta- he craned his head over the edge to watch his pack-mates gather beneath.
Malice has never been hesitant to speak up before anyone, aside from Marengo and Marengo's first mate, Sage.
The Lead Wolves had earned his respect many times over with their leadership- despite their irritating softer natures.
That's what makes this night so difficult.
Malice is jolted from his thoughts as he hears a pup yelp in the crowd. Hackles raised, his gaze searches out the cryer; but he huffs when he realizes that her tail had gotten stepped on by another pup. That was all. No danger.
"Are we sure the pups need to be awake this long?" Malice questions, shifting his weight, "Seems like the little fuzzballs will just be worked up by all of this."
"Normally, I would agree with you…" Marengo begins, his olive gaze pinned to the moon. "…But tonight is different."
Tonight, Alpha Marengo will be conducting a new type of ceremony. A naming ceremony, to reflect their new pack tradition.
All of the pack's wolves who reach adulthood will receive a second part to their name. As the addition is chosen by the Alpha, it's meant to be a great honor. One that acknowledges the adol's first true steps into adulthood, and their loyalty.
All of the wolves had agreed.
Except for Malice himself.
Marengo lets out an exasperated huff as Malice shifts again. "You've been shifting around like your pelt is full of ants ever since we called this meeting, Malice."
"I have?" Malice rumbles.
He receives a rather pointed look in reply.
"Fine." Malice sighs. He massive shoulders slump in resignation. "Alpha, I think that this new tradition is going to be a proud one for our pack."
"I sense there is a 'but' coming." Marengo states.
"…But I feel that to add to my name, my name would need to change, entirely." Malice straightens his back, as he continues, and lifts his chin. "And I do not wish to change mine at all. I wish to keep my name until I pass to the world of the spirit wolves."
Marengo is silent for several heartbeats.
And then the Alpha lets out a rather amused snort. "Is that all…?"
Malice blinks, confused.
"Malice, if you do not wish to change your name, you do not have to." The Lead Wolf assures.
"I thought it was to be a rule…?"
"How can it be a hard rule, if I myself have decided not to change my own name?" Marengo questions, with a tilt of his head. "Now stop shifting around and worrying over nothing, and help me conduct this blasted ceremony, would you…?"
Malice, greatly relieved at this revelation, bows his head. "…As you wish, Alpha."
~~~
Worth It
~~~
Malice has been with the Marengo Pack for many, many moons now. He is loyal, and bold, and willing to do whatever it takes to protect his pack. The pack is his family, after all.
He takes on new wounds and scars- most hidden beneath his fur- without complaint. He spends most of his days out in the wilds, scouting the land and scouring the rolling
hills and desert sands for items worth taking home. He trains the young to the best of his ability.
Malice fights tooth and nail when rogue wolves or ambitious packs attack his home– showing how he earned his name.
The golden-furred male always hears the whispers of the other Alphas and wolves who come to visit their dens. They will often call him 'too plain', too 'weak', too 'solid' (whatever that one means, he doesn't know) or too 'old'. They see him, and their gazes slide right off like water off a duck's back; sometimes with a crinkle of their muzzles and a haughty sniff.
No matter what they say, Malice knows he is not a throwaway.
He is the Alpha's right-shoulder-wolf.
He is a pillar of the Marengo Pack.
He is here to stay.
~~~
Falling In Love
~~~
~~~
Proud Father
~~~
~~~
A Change of Heart
~~~
(From changing from Malicious and aggressive to Dedicated, matching his mate and pups in a more romantic outlooks on life)
(😤🥰🐾) (💍📖)
Personality: Aggressive/Malicious >>> Romantic/Dedicated.
Role at Retirement: Mentor.
Pairbond: Dustheart.
Lore?: W.I.P.
~~~
What's In A Name?
~~~
Malice, the pack's second-in-command, absentmindedly scrapes the claws of a forepaw back and forth against the stone he sits upon.
Sitting just behind Alpha Marengo's right shoulder- as is expected of his rank as Beta- he craned his head over the edge to watch his pack-mates gather beneath.
Malice has never been hesitant to speak up before anyone, aside from Marengo and Marengo's first mate, Sage.
The Lead Wolves had earned his respect many times over with their leadership- despite their irritating softer natures.
That's what makes this night so difficult.
Malice is jolted from his thoughts as he hears a pup yelp in the crowd. Hackles raised, his gaze searches out the cryer; but he huffs when he realizes that her tail had gotten stepped on by another pup. That was all. No danger.
"Are we sure the pups need to be awake this long?" Malice questions, shifting his weight, "Seems like the little fuzzballs will just be worked up by all of this."
"Normally, I would agree with you…" Marengo begins, his olive gaze pinned to the moon. "…But tonight is different."
Tonight, Alpha Marengo will be conducting a new type of ceremony. A naming ceremony, to reflect their new pack tradition.
All of the pack's wolves who reach adulthood will receive a second part to their name. As the addition is chosen by the Alpha, it's meant to be a great honor. One that acknowledges the adol's first true steps into adulthood, and their loyalty.
All of the wolves had agreed.
Except for Malice himself.
Marengo lets out an exasperated huff as Malice shifts again. "You've been shifting around like your pelt is full of ants ever since we called this meeting, Malice."
"I have?" Malice rumbles.
He receives a rather pointed look in reply.
"Fine." Malice sighs. He massive shoulders slump in resignation. "Alpha, I think that this new tradition is going to be a proud one for our pack."
"I sense there is a 'but' coming." Marengo states.
"…But I feel that to add to my name, my name would need to change, entirely." Malice straightens his back, as he continues, and lifts his chin. "And I do not wish to change mine at all. I wish to keep my name until I pass to the world of the spirit wolves."
Marengo is silent for several heartbeats.
And then the Alpha lets out a rather amused snort. "Is that all…?"
Malice blinks, confused.
"Malice, if you do not wish to change your name, you do not have to." The Lead Wolf assures.
"I thought it was to be a rule…?"
"How can it be a hard rule, if I myself have decided not to change my own name?" Marengo questions, with a tilt of his head. "Now stop shifting around and worrying over nothing, and help me conduct this blasted ceremony, would you…?"
Malice, greatly relieved at this revelation, bows his head. "…As you wish, Alpha."
~~~
Worth It
~~~
Malice has been with the Marengo Pack for many, many moons now. He is loyal, and bold, and willing to do whatever it takes to protect his pack. The pack is his family, after all.
He takes on new wounds and scars- most hidden beneath his fur- without complaint. He spends most of his days out in the wilds, scouting the land and scouring the rolling
hills and desert sands for items worth taking home. He trains the young to the best of his ability.
Malice fights tooth and nail when rogue wolves or ambitious packs attack his home– showing how he earned his name.
The golden-furred male always hears the whispers of the other Alphas and wolves who come to visit their dens. They will often call him 'too plain', too 'weak', too 'solid' (whatever that one means, he doesn't know) or too 'old'. They see him, and their gazes slide right off like water off a duck's back; sometimes with a crinkle of their muzzles and a haughty sniff.
No matter what they say, Malice knows he is not a throwaway.
He is the Alpha's right-shoulder-wolf.
He is a pillar of the Marengo Pack.
He is here to stay.
~~~
Falling In Love
~~~
~~~
Proud Father
~~~
~~~
A Change of Heart
~~~
(From changing from Malicious and aggressive to Dedicated, matching his mate and pups in a more romantic outlooks on life)
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