This is a big WIP,I'll most likely finish it within a few days or so.
Name:(Preferably not plain) Fawn
Age (at most 200 years):(50 is about an average pup/trainee age, 100 actually being adult, 150 nearing elder years. If your Isnaroh is 200 it is nearing death.) About 51 or so.
Gender: Female
Antler type: Big horn sheep horns
Marking Types: Fawn's markings and bright orange coat are based off of the Bengal Tiger,otherwise known as the
Panthera Tigres. However,she is a mix,so her markings are not only based on tigers. You can see some markings that tigers don't have,which is a Snow Leopard's,or
Panthera unicia's,pattern. You can also see some parts of Fawn's coat are snowy white.
Region: Western
Rank:Trainee
Parents: Fawn's parents are both unfortuately deceased. Her mother,a majestic,kind wolf with snow leopard markings,died right after giving birth to her pup,due to a life-threatening disease. Her father,a brave and bold tiger-based wolf was still alive after the death of his dear mate,so he is in Fawn's story,but sadly died of a disease,different from what sickness Fawn's mother had.
Personality: Fawn's name explains it all. As shy and cheeky as a little deer are all the words you can describe her. She usually hides away from new wolves,but that doesn't mean she is unkind. If she has the courage to be your friend,she kind and gentle. She is never cold-hearted,because to her it is very difficult. She is easily afraid and is highly sensitive,meaning she is easy to offend and hurt. She hates to be involved with a fight,and tries her best to stay healthy. She never wants to die of a sickness just like her parents. Fawn will also burst into tears if you mention anything about her parents,because she misses them dearly.
Story: "...And that's how the coraugeous cheetah-patterened wolf fought off evil that almost took over the beautiful land of Anteer," Father said,smiling widely at me. I rested my head on his huge paw and closed my eyes slowly. "Daddy?" I asked,nuzzling the big paw. "What is it,Fawn?" Father murmered,licking my head. I smiled,then said,"You're the best story-teller ever. I love you."
Father laid his head down next to mine and whispered,"I love you,too."
Blinking my eyes open,I squinted as light poured into the den.
"Father?" I said drowsily. I expected him to be next to me...but he wasn't there.
"Father?!" I cried,running out the den.
I squinted at the bright sunlight that blinded my eyes. Looking away,I padded into the long,vibrant green grass. I swung my head side-to-side for any sign of Dad. Running into the pack,I called in a small voice,"Anyone? Have you seen Father,anyone?" No one answered. They seemed busy with their own things. I found a big,pure white rock. Thinking for a while,something lit up in my head. Grinning in a little mischeavious way,I lept onto the rock. Scanning the land,I looked around for Father.
My heart nearly skipped a beat.
"Father!" I cried,leaping of the rock. I lept onto his back and licked his face,wondering where he went. Coughing a few times,he smiled at me and carried me all the way to our den.
"Father,I heard you cough before," I said with concern. Father smiled at me and coughed again. "Its fine," he said softly,his eyes closing softly. "Daddy," I said worriedly,licking his cheek. "Please tell me what's wrong. Please."
Father didn't answer,but sighed softly. Padding to my side,he looked deeply into my eyes,and then licked my face. He laid down,closing his eyes. Within a few seconds,he was asleep.
I glanced outside the den. It was afternoon. He wouldn't sleep in the...
"Father," I whispered. "What's wrong? I wished you could just...just tell me. Then everything would be all right."
I whimpered once,then stayed awake. Next to Father.
After worrying about Father,the sun was setting before I knew it. Looking at the sky,I let out a small sigh. "Sun," I said. "Tell me what's Daddy hiding from me before you go."
A few chirps from the birds.
That was all the sun replied.
"Sun,come on," I whined,tilting my head in confusion.
Tweet,tweet.
Sighing,I looked as the Sun disappeared,leaving the sky with the little purple tint to fade into black.
That was how I felt.
The next morning,I found myself opening my eyes and laying on my back. Wriggling to get back on four paws,I worried about Father. He wasn't in the den.
Sighing,I stood up after a moment,and padded out the den. I sniffed the air,smelling my pack-mates,and of course,all of beautiful Anteer. I smiled slightly,tilting my head. Squinting my eyes to block the warm sunlight,I dashed out and ran about in the lush grass. Before I knew it,I was giggling and laughing,chasing my tail.
Yet my smile faded away sooner or later.
Daddy wasn't back.
"Where's father?" I wondered outloud,half expecting an answer.
My eyes began to water. I frantically paced around,panicking.
All I could hear was my heart thudding,nothing else.
After a few hours,father's friends came. I backed away,suddenly frightened.
Three facts:
Isnaroh are as intelligent as humans. They have had their experience with them before long ago.
The Isnaroh's pelts and markings resemble wild cat's,which means their base color can't be unnatural. However,their markings can be unnatural.
Isnaroh do NOT wear bones,because it is an insult to their prey.
Please give me suggestions of how I can improve,because right now I have no high hopes. :3