Biography
Tremors arose from the ground, roughly jerking the lightly pelted masculine into the waking world. Quickly, the pale male was upon his mitts, his breathing coming in heavy gasps. What on earth was happening? Why had the ground shuddered? Peering out of the den he called home - along with the rest of his pack that resided upon the alps - the male saw that none of the pack members seemed bothered. Had they not felt the tremendous shudder of the rock and soil, the ice and snow?
Something like a shove was felt against the males haunches, and he half stumbled, half strode out of his den carved from stone. His emerald gaze darted up to the area of snow above the camp of the pack, and dread curled within himself. Had the Alpha not planned to move the pack for fear of avalanches, today? With a surprising certainty, the male felt that it was the entire alps they had to fear. The tremor had seemed far-off, and yet as strong as if the epicenter of it had been right underneath his sleeping form.
Pale audits flicked back, and the male felt his back straighten and his head rise in an appearance of uncertainty. The lupines around the male seemed to pause, tense, as the male padded stiff-legged towards the wall of ice and snow. Before he got anywhere near the seemingly solid thing, he shrank back. Something was forcing him away. Something made terror reside in his heart, much like when one is a pup and a fox snarls at them with parents nowhere within sight.
Something bad is going to happen in the alps. Whether it be today or the next day, or even next moon. We can stay within the safety of the mountains no longer. The words rang throughout the masculines head, and he practically crawled away from the wall, tail tip curved towards his underside but no more. The wolves around him began to reek of fear, and he could not have that. No, not at all. In fact, the scent made him want to gag. It was so disgusting. Why did wolves feel fear so strongly that it showed to prominently in their scent?
The masculine proceeded to make his way over to the Alpha, whom had emerged from their own den as of hearing that the male had shied away from something. "Alpha." The pale masculine greeted curtly, the Alpha nodding in a likewise fashion. Before the canid before himself could open their maw to speak, the alabaster masculine continued to talk. "If I understand, you were planning on moving the pack to another area of the alps today?" The nod he received was confirmation enough. "With all due respect, Alpha," the male's voice suggested no respect was being given, "We cannot remain among the mountains that we once called home any longer." A flicker of a banner had the superior wolf shutting their opened maw, "And I felt a tremor from deep within the earth in the early hours, Alpha. The ice and snow radiates danger to me, and perhaps to anyone that decides to pay enough attention to their ancient instincts."
The Alpha's eyes glazed over with anger, and it was all they could do to refrain from snapping at the male whom seemingly had contact with the ancient ancestors of their pack. "And why should I believe you, Fiordland?" The words came out choked and angry, and Fiordland stared at the superior, posture confident and eyes seemingly bored.
"If you will not follow what I have felt, then go. Lead the pack to their deaths. I, and whoever decides to follow me, will be in the forest, safe from whatever terror will befall this area." The pale masculine spat, audits pinned against his furred cranium. With these words hanging in the air, the masculine swerved around the superior and started off, towards the forests at the base of the mountains. Half the pack seemed to slowly trail after him, trusting his grave instincts.
Hours later, when his half of the pack was safely in the lush green forest, a tremendous sound rose from the peaks, snow and rocks bounding down the mountain, covering the ground in leaps and bounds. The sight didn't seem to effect the alabaster canid, but the others seemed both horrified and mystified by how right the male was. After some time - when the majority of the wolves believed their other half had passed onto the spirit world - the lumbering forms of injured wolves limped out of the shadows.
"Will you believe me now, Alpha, when I say there is danger?" The lupine asked, a hair or two on his shoulders spiking upward. The two halves met in the middle of a clearing, the sore and beaten Alpha sighing with resignation. A simple nod was all that was needed, all that was given, and Fiordland was moving among the ranks of the wolves, searching for the worst injured.
Forevermore, they would listen to Fiordland, and it troubled them all when he spoke of tremors through the ground.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Fiordland is a wolf who demands respect. His mere posture and confident walk let's the others know he means business. Fiordland respects others if they respect him and he is pleased with their recent behaviour.
Preferences
Fiordland prefers that other pack members give hims space, otherwise his affairs with The Spirit Elders will burst from his mind. Mortal wolves may not look at The Spirit elders; they cannot handle it. Fiordland was chosen at birth, with his eyes having been 'icy' when first opened and on the sixth day after turning two years old, his eyes suddenly became a mighty emerald colour.
Special Skills
Fiordland can communicate with The Misaki Pack spirits just like Lundmod is able to. Fiordland was given the glowing green eyes to enable Lundmod and Fiordland to step up and lead The Misaki Pack the way the former elders would have wanted. Together the pair are strong enough to fight for what is good and ward off evil; they will know when to step up, but now is most certainly not the time for an uprising.
This wolf bio was written by the talented Polly | Pack Number 197793 |
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Winter 
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