Number I'd like to adopt: 4 please
Liocko Name: Warlord
Backstory: Warlord was born as the only son in a litter of three. He was very average. Not to tall, not to short, not to strong, not to weak, but not 'just right' either. While other Liocko kits played, Warlord watched, studied, and learned. "He is a born scout!" The elders said. However, one night, Warlord, in his sleep, killed one of his fellow Kits. The leader, appalled that Warlord would do such a thing, drove him out at a very young age. Warlord wondered during the night, and slept during the day. He brought down small prey such as rabbits and quail. During one hunt in particular, Warlord accidentally ran into a female Liocko who had lost her kit. Warlord was taken in by her, and was trained to hunt using his abilities in studying in prey and surroundings.
However, his life of perfection was soon pulled out from under him. Warlord learned that the female Liocko, Diedara, had a mate. He was not pleased that Diedara had tried to replace their lost kit and tried to kill Warlord. In his desperation, Warlord fled, leaving Diedara to face her mate alone. Warlord later learned she died under 'mysterious circumstances'.
Warlord began to hate himself for all the death he had caused and, in his misery, began to walk. As he walked, he thought, as he thought, he sunk deeper in his mind, and farther from reality. For months Warlord was absorbed in his mind, only hunting when he was on the verge of starving, and drinking when he was on the verge of dying. Finally, one day, Warlord was taken from his thoughts when he ran into the trunk of a tree. Warlord made a move to go around it, when he realized it was the Great World Tree. At a loss of what to do, Warlord sat down in front of the tree, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. For years he did nothing but think about what had happened to him, until one day, he was taken from his thoughts when a young Liocko, with no family nearby, ran directly into his tail. Upon asking, Warlord learned that the kit, known as Brill, had been driven out from his pack since he was considered of age to leave. Warlord, fearing that the child could barely hunt, let alone live by himself, took the child under his care and became his mentor.
Anything else?: Um... Is it ok, if I get him, if I can base my fursona off of his coloration (not the species, just the colors and markings)
Thanks!
Jet