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MARTELL | BRUTE | HUNTER |
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PERSONALITY
Martell is a stoic brute - astute and haywire ingenious. He consistently tries to create a satisfactory guise, an excellent portrait for the burgeoning clan he dwells in. He quells on the stupefaction that spews when he readies the subordinates, exemplifies, and puts wisdom in their heads of the hunting techniques. He expects the best for them, he desires them to be superior, vigorous, and proficient. He wouldn't be covetous if a subordinate became better than Martell; he'd be ecstatic and so privileged to have someone so adept in the hunting squad - the carcasses they'd fetch would gladden everyone.
Although he may seem, impish or, carefree to cling around, in some cases, yes, though, due to his stoic nature, he is more staunch on the more mature canines. He thinks, that the ones with enough adultness should see no clemency or softness. They should be potent, iron-willed, and understanding of his volitions, though, if one indicates acuity to his acidity, he might withdraw this acerbity and apologize, but sort of, have a captious view that this wolf is, a bit too liable and vulnerable to mere remarks.
Believe me or not, Martell is an entertaining tease. Yes, he is, belligerent with the masculines in the clan, yes, he chides them to act rightly, yes, he does get into wrestling competitions about day-to-day, but he could never, dare to make a hostile remark to a damsel, even of how acidic and malicious the damsel is herself. His mother taught him better than be scathing and hurtful within the ones that birthed their offsprings, be benevolent and considerate.
A loving heart is the truest wisdom.
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APPEARANCE
A six-year-old brute. With moderate height and with excellent weight, his, exquisite lacquer, merges him in the multicolored background nearly completely. Talk about his, wet forest-like, muddy fragrance, word-for-word, imperceptible, but that goes for the autumn season, most likely, when the forestries turn flaxen and burnished-hue, he goes outlandish with the hunts.
And in all recap, his irises are fair, sandy-hue, with a touch of a foreign sentiment. His paws are stout and weighty. His nose is inky, with a mere blemish cutting right at the edge. There aren't many scars on his rather, furry body, unless they are obsolete, obscured beneath the handful of fur he wears.
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EXTRAS
Mate: N/A
Heir(s): N/A
Interested?: In Aceso, the huntress in his hunting party. But it is a mere interest that he holds well sheltered.
Spring 
Night 
Fog Moon: 
