I have a sable rescue dog (Sirus) and love the Swedish Vullhund,
so I have therefore fallen in love with this saber an' I'ma keep it.
Username: Kosciusko
Name: Eskel
Age: 97
Pronoun: He/Him
Power: Nature
Phenotype: Sable Greyish Yellow
Height: 20hh
Story: Eskel stands poised, chest protruding outwards, neck held high, head tucked. Intimidating to some, misunderstood to others. He towers over most, taller than the rest, swift and strong. He's considered part of the Je'harc faction, but prides himself on his complete independence. Some would deem him to be self-indulgent. He considers himself to be self-reliant. Discarded young, venturing far. Eskel found himself in a state of complete and utter isolation. Shivers flooded his body, frost bitten, and starved. Tormented by the skies, he trudged aimlessly through snow and ice. With but gathered berries in tightly wound cloth strung to his back, he survived the white woods. Emerging from the wooded lands of winter, he spotted meadows that grew thick with a culmination of fine grasses. Sweet smells invaded his nostrils as he drew the easiest breaths he had in years. Hesitation lacking, mouth bursting with sugared grasses, unaware of the predicament he'd gotten himself into, Eskel but continued on feasting. His un-kept forelock hung low, blocking out his surroundings, his senses dulled by his dire need to eat. Before long, he found himself surrounded by Ma'kara. Despite his tall stature, the length of his legs could not compare, nor the tusks that adorned his face - to that of the Ma'kara he found himself in the company of. Once in the presence of Hemuuric, Eskel realised he wasn't out of the woods yet.
Facts:
- Amber eye.
- Right eye removed by Hemuuric's tusks.
- Dislikes snow.
- Sweet grass = cheesecake.
- Values his solitude.
- Abnormally furry.
- Secretly playful.
- Loves crows.
- Known to have fleas, but denies it.
- Disobedient.
You keep whatever Sabers you want! <3