Noson Leuad

[Noson Leuad]

Mae'r nos yn ddu mae'r nos yn hir / Ond mae na rai sy'n gweld y gwir
Yn gwybod fod y neges mwy na geiria' / Mai o'r tywyllwch ddaw y wawr
The night is dark, the night is long / Yet there are some that see the truth
They know the message is more than words / That from the darkness comes the dawn

Name: Noson Leuad
Nickname: Nos
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years

Pack: None yet (will be finding a pack soon)
Duty: N/A

Appearance:

Nos has a medium-sized build, slender in the abdomen but widening in the shoulder area. He stands at about 152 cm (60 in) and weighs 38.5 kg (85 lb). His mane is long and thick-furred, with tufts of fur on the sides of his cheeks, and his tail is quite bushy as well. He has long limbs and large ears. His nose is also a bit big, and is a shiny black colour, the same shade as his paw pads. He rarely shows his tongue because he moves his mouth very slightly when he speaks, so the most one will see is a flash of a tooth. His muzzle is long and slender.

Although many think that Noson's primary pelt colour is jet black, one can see in sunlight that it is actually a very dark charcoal. He has various markings on his paws. His right forepaw is a powder blue with spiraling patters. His front left is simply a light, desaturated chartreuse. The hind paw on the same side is also this colour, with four spots on the outside and a band circling the higher part of the leg. The last leg is plain. The same colours appear on Nos's tail tip and cheek tufts, and the fur inside of his left ear is pale blue while the right one is yellow-green. His eyes are both a different colour, giving him an odd, lopsided appearance. His right eye is sky blue and the left is a lemony colour.

Personality:

Noson likes to act mysterious. He doesn't have anything very intriguing to hide about himself - his past is quite typical of young male wolves - but his personality is something of an enigma. He likes to stay distant and aloof, a silent observer whose intelligence or lack thereof is unknown. He seems mature and almost "holier-than-thou," though his patience with other wolves makes them wonder if he really does feel moral superiority. Despite his soft-spoken demeanour, he speaks deeply with certain wolves. He becomes very close to them, for reasons they might not know, and then will draw away again, leaving them wondering if they really knew the truth about him.

With these few individuals, Nos will talk quietly and thoughtfully with them, often musing about the mystery of the night sky or love or death, seeming almost vulnerable in his childlike wonder. He looks for truth, searches for reason in the world. For this reason, he often will pick people to explain his theories and philosophies to, hoping to hear something in return. But perhaps the people whom he truly cares for - despite the fact that he never says it aloud - will experience the power he has of speaking without words. Nos is a master of body language. His eyes can seem almost eerily omniscient, but convey emotion well, whether it be a glance of tenderness or disappointment or sorrow. The tilt of his head or the brush of his fur against another can be intimate, seeming private and personal and holding a special meaning for the wolf receiving such actions.

With his juxtaposing personalities - the mysterious, secretive side and the other which pours out its heart - Nos always remains a bit of an uncertainty in other's minds. Even at his most intimate moments he never seems like a lover, or an extended family member, or an acquaintance. He doesn't seem to want a family - he'll be close to females, but not quite in the romanic way of a mate, and he has no parental feelings for pups. He seems to know about love, but has never explained who that wolf is that once laid near to his heart. Sometimes those who think they know him best will have him unexpectedly pull away, silent once more. Because of his volatile nature, no one is quite sure what to label him as. Nos claims to have had a normal past - and indeed, he has - yet it still feels like he's holding something back. Maybe one day he'll actually tell someone what that thing is.

History:

Nos was born in the north, somewhere along the Northern Shore. He was raised in the shadows of the sea-cliffs, born with the taste of salt air on his tongue and the cry of gulls echoing in his ears. His childhood was spent playing with his brother and sister, named Haul and Seren, on the pebbly beach. They weren't allowed to go too near the sea, instead staying close to the shelter of the cliffs bases. On sunny days, Nos would ask his mother to tell him stories about the strange land that appeared out of the mist, far across the water. Each time the tales would be different. That mysterious land became a symbol of what he would become, the enigma that came out of its fog as if to let you catch a glimpse of its inner self before slipping away once more, leaving you behind.

As he neared the age of two, Nos and Haul began to plan their leave from the pack. The two explored the northern lands, heading into Coe Valley in a search for another pack to join or a female to take as their mate. Haul seemed more drawn to that idea than his brother, which was fine, since they thought it best to go separate ways and avoid sibling rivalry. Nos turned towards Meadowsweet, where the next chapter of his life began.

Nos met a wolf on the edge of the sweet-smelling fields who asked if he was looking for a place to stay. After responding with a yes, he was taken to a small pack. The wolf that had led him there was son of the alpha, who was taken with an illness but still had a clear mind. The alpha's son became close friends with Nos, and the two were loyal companions. After the alpha's death, however, the two wolves broke down into arguments and heated disagreements. None of the pack members could tell what the discord seemed to be about - it was as if they were taking out frustration over silly mistakes that shouldn't lead to fighting. There was something deeper that was causing the two former friends to argue like they did. One day Nos said his goodbyes and left the pack, looking regretful but defeated.

Now the dark wolf is wandering southeast, heading out of his homeland in a search for a yet another pack. He's uncertain as to where he's heading, but is hopeful that he will find a new pack, even if it doesn't have family like his first or friends like his seconds. At least it will be a place he belongs. Right?

A     b i t     a b o u t     y o u

OoC name: Catrin
Other characters: N/A
How did you find us? Was a member on Supernova before this.

[Impact*]

Oooh, he's an interesting guy! Accepted and welcome to Pursual, Catrin! =)