»»———- Deuce ———-««
‘Second’
Age:
4.6 years
Gender:
Male
Breed:
Northern Inuit Dog 65%
Czechoslovakian Wolfdog 35%
Role:
Team Dog
➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶
Appearance:
Deuce is the shadow to Orion’s sunlit command. He moves like smoke—low, silent, and startlingly fast when he strikes. There's a coiled readiness in every step, as if he's always a breath away from action. His presence doesn’t announce itself with posture or noise—it seeps in, unsettling in its calm. Where Orion is regal and upright, Deuce is fluid and poised like a predator just before the pounce. He carries no wasted motion, no overdone posturing—only cool precision and a dangerous elegance.
He’s slightly smaller than his brother, but no less imposing. Standing at 30 inches at the shoulder and weighing just under 110 pounds, Deuce’s body is built like a finely honed weapon. He’s leaner, with tighter muscle, longer limbs, and a tucked waist that allows for tight turns and sudden bursts of speed. His back is level and strong, leading into a long, whiplike tail that acts as a rudder when he runs. His paws are more narrow than Orion’s, but no less capable, with sharp black claws and blackened pads that whisper over stone and ice.
His gait is longer than expected, a low, gliding stride that eats ground with effortless grace. In the field, he’s nearly silent—designed for the chase, the ambush, the split-second strike. His reflexes are a heartbeat ahead of the world.
Deuce’s face is sharp, angular where Orion’s is strong. He has high cheekbones, a narrow, defined muzzle, and a lean skull with a sleek, almost foxlike elegance. His ears are tall and alert, closer together and more expressive in subtle ways—just the faintest twitch to show focus or curiosity. His eyes are a deep, cold gold, like candlelight in the dark, slitted slightly in shape, always narrowed in assessment. They don’t burn—they chill.
His voice is quiet, low, and smooth. It holds a dark amusement most of the time, like he’s always a little ahead of the conversation. When he speaks to those he respects, his tone is dry and honest, if brief. When speaking to someone beneath him—or someone who thinks they’re above him—his words have a velvet-wrapped sharpness. But his voice softens only for the smallest of pups (he adores them) or in rare moments of loyalty to his brother, when he lets the armor fall for just a second.
His coat is darker than Orion’s, more shadow than flame. The undercoat is a deep steel grey, cool-toned and thick for insulation. Over that, a layering of charcoal, obsidian, and blue-black streaks twist along his spine and ripple down his shoulders and flanks. A subtle, natural smoky marbling darkens his upper body, making him blend into night or storm. The darkest markings form along his muzzle, eyes, and the tip of his tail, almost mask-like. His chest, legs, and belly lighten into cool ash grey and muted silver, while the underside of his tail is streaked with ghostly blue undertones. His nose is pitch-black, his teeth white but less pristine than Orion’s—used, tested.
Even when still, Deuce looks like he might bolt into motion at any second—always on the edge of something. He’s not the loudest voice or the largest figure, but he’s the kind of presence that makes people glance over their shoulders, unsure why the air suddenly feels heavier.
Where Orion is the crown, Deuce is the blade tucked beneath the cloak. They are brothers not only by blood but by balance—light and shadow, power and speed, sun and dusk.
Personality:
Deuce is the shadow with a smirk—the kind of presence that slips into a room and immediately knows more than anyone else. He has the air of someone who’s in on a joke you haven’t heard yet, and he likes it that way. Quick-witted and dryly amused, Deuce is sharp in both mind and tongue. While Orion commands with force and presence, Deuce disarms with clever words, unpredictable humor, and a grin that may or may not mean trouble.
He’s intelligent and observant, but in a different way than his brother. Where Orion sees the battlefield, Deuce sees the players. He can read a room in seconds, pick out the weak spot in a sentence or a plan, and twist it with one well-placed quip. His humor is dry, sometimes dark, and often delivered so casually it takes a moment to register. And when it does, you’re either laughing—or feeling thoroughly out of your element.
Despite his playful edge, Deuce isn’t reckless. He’s fast, both physically and mentally, and has a natural instinct for survival. He doesn’t *need* to posture or raise his voice. He knows how to get what he wants with charm, subtlety, and just a bit of mischief. He enjoys verbal sparring the same way others enjoy a hunt—especially if it means poking at someone who takes themselves too seriously.
Deuce is a trickster with a code. He might bend the rules, break the silence, or slip into shadows for the fun of it—but he’s loyal where it matters. Deep down, he holds his bond to Orion and the few he trusts like a blade against his chest: dangerous, close, and never left behind. He’ll joke about nearly everything, but never about betrayal. That’s where the amusement ends and the precision begins.
He’s good with pups, surprisingly so. They like him for his jokes, his games, the way he never talks down to them. He treats them like little equals and quietly watches out for them behind the teasing. Around them, his sarcasm softens into storytelling, and his dark eyes lose that calculating glint—just for a little while.
When he’s angry? That grin disappears. His words go cold, and his stillness becomes something sharp. He doesn’t rage—he *cuts.* Precision fury, never wasted.
Deuce is the embodiment of controlled chaos: sleek, fast, always a little amused, and never quite where you expect him to be. He’s the brother who will make fun of you while saving your life, roll his eyes at your hero speech, and then wordlessly cover your blind spot in battle.
Strengths:
1. Agility & Speed
Built like a dagger—sleek, fast, and efficient—Deuce is a blur in motion. Whether he’s sprinting through the trees or darting through conflict, his reflexes and footwork are near impossible to match.
2. Quick-Witted
Deuce has a silver tongue and a sharp mind. He’s the type to crack a joke while analyzing the room for threats. His humor is a shield, a blade, and a distraction all in one.
3. Calm Under Pressure
Crisis doesn't shake him. While others panic, Deuce remains icy and focused, able to assess situations with clarity and act with precision—even when the stakes are high.
4. Observant & Tactical
Deuce notices everything: body language, terrain shifts, tone changes. His attention to detail makes him a brilliant scout or strategist. He doesn’t just *see*—he *reads*.
5. Loyal in Action
He may not say it outright, but Deuce is fiercely protective of those he cares about. His loyalty isn’t loud—it’s shown in the things he does when no one’s watching.
Weaknesses:
1. Low Raw Power
While nimble and quick, Deuce lacks brute strength. In a close-quarters clash with a heavier, stronger opponent, he has to rely on evasion and cunning—because he won’t win on force.
2. Emotionally Avoidant
Deuce deflects real emotional depth with sarcasm and misdirection. He’s uncomfortable with vulnerability and often ghosts emotional conversations before they even start.
3. Fragile Loyalty
Once trust is broken, it’s almost impossible to earn it back. Deuce forgives slowly—if ever—and tends to walk away for good if betrayed, no matter how much it hurts him underneath.
4.Keeps Others at Arm’s Length
Even those close to him don’t always *know* him. Deuce rarely lets his guard down, and his tendency to internalize things can lead to emotional burnout or quiet isolation.
5. Impulsive in Conflict
When someone pushes the right buttons, Deuce can act a little too fast—throwing out biting words or striking first. His instincts are sharp, but not always tempered with patience.
➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶
Mate [Optional]:
Open
Crush [Optional]:
Open
Pups [Optional]:
Open
Kin:
His big bro Orion
Team Affiliations:
TBA
Other:
Summer Month: 2 
Night 
Earthquake Moon: 
