It is necessary. Necessary to preserve the strength of the pack, the individual wolves who function to keep the pack running need to be able to endure the vigors of their life, it is a waste to worry on those unlucky creatures who may not survive the harsh winters of the mountains. It lets those weaker to be eliminated quickly rather than show the unsoundness of their health and constitution in a untimely manner.
While Talon acknowledges the harshness of the Trials, he had entered them himself when he was of age, he views it as a quicker death than slowly withering away due to unseen sicknesses or weaknesses that may linger in those unfortunate enough to be blessed with stroner immunities to the vigors of life. It teaches the surviving wolves how to endure arduous events as well.
However, Talon will likely not watch the Trials nor treat them as some kind of entertainment. He knows that the wolves who survive the competitions and the battles are strong and will lend their skills to the pack to bolster their might, he has no reason to specifically observe them.
Appearance:
(Credits to Khalliysgraphy on Deviantart for both pictures)Like smoke flowing down the mountainous slopes that are so perilous to those who do not know where to step, Talon slips from the grayscale corners of the territory to the verdant growth that flourishes in the warmer months of the year, he slinks underneath the towering trees that compose the Forest of Ëoe in the coolness of the shade and he balances upon a rock to survey the tumultuous River and the dangerous Rapids.
As a result of Talon's seemingly everlasting endeavors to keep the lands of his pack secure from invaders and straying paws that should not be within claimed territory, the pelt of this wolf, scarcely fluffy and rather muted in comparison to the richer colors that can be found on the coats of his packmates, is not as well-kept as it could be. Admittedly, as dense as the fur is with the majority of the hairs lacking the flowing length that is characteristic to some, snarls of tangles and tightly woven matted fur is not as evident as it could be, but there is a definite unkeptness that can be found when he has not taken the time to groom himself properly, a luxury that he often does not indulge in.
The beauty of Talon's pelt is not found in rich orange and coppers like the dawning sun that paints the blackness and pale blue of the sky with fire, nor is it consumed with a black so stark that it looks to be a shadow or a white so bright that is seems to be as cold as ice, but instead in the intricacy of the colors that otherwise would be average and somewhat dull. A gray that occasionally borders on black is interwoven into an elaborate pattern upon a layer of pale cream that often appears to be a stark white, the steely hue yielding slightly upon the mane of the neck and the curve of his shoulders before closing into the web of striations that compose the arrangement of colors on his back.
There resides a delicate play of darker beiges tainted by the coolness of gray and the occasional splash of a brighter copper hue placed on the sharp jut of an elbow joint or the hint of orange like fire running along his ribs to mix with the creeping ashen that occupies the majority of his form, the powerful length of Talon's limbs melting from the indeterminate colors of his figure to a purer shade of warm beige that carries a pale echo of a bronzed shading, thicker ruff of the neck and chest are shaded primarily in the same warmly tinted cream of his legs with the intermingling of a fainter tawny near the edges of the sternum.
The select variety of colors that adorn Talon's features are the mixtures that are found elsewhere on his pelage, a gray that wavers between a high silvery shade and a far darker hue that shares similiarities with the almost black that is woven into the intricate patterns upon his back paints the broad expanse of his forehead in a wide swath of hair banded with a pale cream that borders on white to create a the variegated facial marking that is common to wolves, a pale orange that carries the ehos of a deeper sienna stains the topside of his snout and washes the backside of the ears in copper that is like the faint light cast from the rising sun.
A creamy white splashes from the simple colors decorating his chest and neck to the underside of Talon's muzzle and spreading in a wide fan to contrast the mellow oranges and steely grays that compose the mask of colors upon his countenance, a leaden shade appears to follow the contours of his cheekbones in a swathe of faded black at each side of his face, bestowing a rather intense aspect to Talon's visage and pale flaxen eyes that seem to hold the merest hint of green against the more neutral tones that surround the deeper hued streaks.
The power in Talon's muscles is not a strength wrought from the overwhelming bulk of a wolf intended for the brute strength that would be appreciated by a dedicated warrior, nor is it the rangy toughness that is often characteristic of those formed for nimble movements and swifter strikes, rather beneath the denseness of his pelt is the construction of a creature designed for both power that provides an advantage in combat against those particularly foolish enough to trespass and a swiftness of paw that allows for the ability to apprenhend prey or opponent with relative ease.
The muscles, the composition of which are of an athletically lean nature, that ripple beneath the insulating fur of Talon's pelt are forged from the strenuous training that he had underwent in his youth and maintained by the demanding activity is required of him. His responsibilities are not unchallenging and it is quite simple to observe the exhaustion that clings to his figure at the end of a particularly lively day, that in spite of the control that he holds over himself as a result of the difficult education that he had been selected to undertake from the time he was a mere pup, the nature of his position are still able make its presence felt in his hardened muscles that occasionally carry the weakness garnered by rigorous activity.
The stature of Talon would be considered to be an average height at a solid thirty (30) inches at the highest point of the shoulder and with a weight of one-hundred and twenty pounds he is not the most substantial wolf that resides in the pack, yet he is neither the slightest nor shortest member of the pack, it seems to be that he is the opposite of possessing a distinctive silhoutte that draws the eye with outstanding qualities of height or beauty of the coat. There is an advantage however, to being of average measurements and plain colors that is appropiate for a canine such as he.
There is a rather intimidating manner to Talon that is not fashioned from a particularly wicked glint of the eyes or a downright sinister appearance that he holds, instead it is found in the neutrally proud manner that he conducts himself with and the rather glacial gleam in his pale eyes that is sharpened to a further extent by the perpetual vigilance that is to be found within his optics, the intensity that can be glimpsed from Talon's gaze is the danger of a hunter's stare that is formidable in its focus.
Perhaps the sense of intimidation when directly facing him is wrought from the knowledge that he holds a position that is far from easily attainable, the fluidity of his movements that spark with a strength and confidence that befits a defender and the roughened edges of his appearance only verify the understanding that Talon is not a wolf to be trifled with, the marks of battles long healed are concealed within the security of his dense pelt but the sense that he is a warrior is not undermined by the lack of visible scars.
Personality:Vigilance
-Vigilant
-Loyal
-Aloof
-Confident
-Controlled (emotionally)
-"Married to work" Kinda guy
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