Talos- :.The Clan Zeus:.

[Talos]

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Name: Talos
Nickname: Tal, Talo
Gender: Gentleman, masculine, he-wolf, male
Age: Three years
Breed: Eurasian Timber
Brithplace: Deep in the wilderness of anciant Hungary
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Build/Frame: Talos is larger than the average male, mainly because he has long powerful legs. His frame is only slightly braoder than the comman adult male. Talos' build was designed for brute power,with a large muzzle full of long sharp ivorois, to his wide paws to support his structure. Along with his broad paws, he has long and sturdy talons for traction, making him sure footed and able to be agile with a long frame. Tal has ears a tad larger than the average size, his senses are more sesitive than others. While much of his body is longer or larger than it should be, his tail is no acception. It's quite long, the tail-tip touching the ground.

Eye Base Color: Aqua
Eye Fleck Color: Honey, Emerald, Pale Blue.
Pelt Texture: Like many creatures, Talos has two coats. His under-coat which is short, soft, and lush. It traps heat in winter and contain cool air in summer, keeing Talo content year round. As for his outter layer, it's around medium length. It's sleek silky texture helps it repel water, but eventually the liquid will slowly seep through. The fur on Talos' long canine tail, is much longer than his average coat length. Making his tail look fluffed and feathery

Pelt Shade: Talos' under coat is actually a rich golden-honey shade, it covers his body. Yet of course, it blends well with his light brown-russet shaded over layer hidding it. Also, Talos sestained many injuries, eventually each healed, and over the scars grew snow white fur. His under honey layer is full of scattered white slashes. His scars and golden inner coat is only visible when Talos is soaking wet and his brown-copper pelt reveals honey and white slithers. As for his outter pelt, as I've mentioned it is mostly brown-russet. Talos' muzzle, under belly, and long lean legs are his base color, honey. His fore and hind legs contain numerous white furred scars. Many don't notice them unless the sun in shining brightly.  Also, he has chocolate-tipped fur on his back.
Pelt Markings: Just the small parts of chocolate on his back.
Scars: He has many.
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History:

17 years ago, there was a large and powerful pack, two of them happened to be deeply in love with one another. One was Avenue, a striking chocolate femme wolf. And her soon to be mate, Trio, he was shaded with blacks, browns, and whites  (hence his name). The duo was coming up on their second birthday, and were ready to mate. However the leading male, Griffin, was determined to be the only wolf to mate. He viciously attacked the pair, and they submitted to their alpha easily. That night, the two injured wolves met near the pack boarder. Avenue and Trio decided it was time to leave their lands, so they left to be together.

After a year of teaching, bouncing from pack to pack, they found land in France. Claiming it as their own and establishing a pack. As winter came around, the pair final mated and had a family. 5 years later, they still ruled the land and the pack was now 35 members. Avenue and Trio were now 8 years old and had a total of 16 pups. Many had grown and left, but one named Soiel (so-lay) she was from one of the previous litters. She was a striking golden shade, with kind pale blue eyes. Soiel was two years and decided to challenge her mother, winning and full of pride, Soiel thanked her parents. For having her and for having a wonderful pack, Soiel was a fair and kind alphess. Her parents were happy she had taken the alpha throne, they always seemed to think she would.

A charming he-wolf wandered into the pack, and caught Soiel's eye. His name was Mac, a solid ebony timber wolf. They soon mated and ruled together for five years. The retired alpha pair, Avenue and Trio, were now 13, Soiel and Mac are now 7. All of their pups have also grown and like Soiel's siblings, have left the pack. Besides their youngest litter, containing a light brown female named Myth and a rich brown timber Talos. Talos may have only been 5 months old, but his grandmother Avenue sensed he would inherit the throne one day.

As everyday, all 46 or so members were doing their jobs. When suddenly the orderly graceful peace was broken by a high alert howl, it was the guards and scouts warning the pack of danger. The pack's warriors and stronger wolves bound into action; chasing the howl. While at the den Soiel was getting Myth and Talos into the den, all wolves were on alert.  Soon they grew defensive, the sound of broad paws beating against the dirt grew louder, bursting from the treeline was a large pack. The clan was thoroughly males, about 30 of them. They ruthlessly slaughtered all the guards, scouts, and warriors from Soiel's clan. The current and retired alpha pairs stood their ground, as did the remaining members.

The lead male of the pure male clan stepped forward, he was a robust pure white two year old Canid. All he said was his name, Delgado, then he ordered his vicious followers to attack. The males bound forward and killed all he-wolves in her clan, including her father and mate. Talos quivered with fear as he watched the scene play before him, each make member of his family falling and hitting the ground with a thud. Witnessing the murder of his grandfather and farther, and then a large unknown wolf snapped his muzzle in the den, yet he only saw Myth. Talos was scampered in the back, hiding and waiting.

Soon the fight was over, it was clear Talos' pack had lost. Talos and myth managed to squirm out a small back exit to the den, the young 5 month old timber was on the move, his grandmother and mother said they must leave the land. Finding the terrified pup, grabbing he and his sister, they were on the move. Neither wanted the pups to live in a pack ruled by a cruel creature like Delgado. They traveled far, never settling in one place. 2 months have passed since they left, the travels were filled with stories. Grandmother Avenue told stories of a great land known as Greece. Filled with tales of Gods, deities, and mythical creatures. Ave explained how the Gods created the lands truly for wolves, the species freely and peacefully roamed there. Talos loved hearing stories of Greek myths, Avenue used to share tales with the entire clan.

Yet one heartbreaking morning, the young Talos and Myth awoke and padded to their near grandmother, only to find her no longer moving. The small and naive wolves did nothing but stare blankly, petrified. Talos took a deep breath and padded a few feet away, he did not cry, or release a mourning howl. The light brown masculine was now used to death, he witnessed the massacre of his birth pack. He was just happy Avenue had died peacefully of old age, and not brutally killed by Delgado. As Soiel awoke, she noticed her young son, Talos, a yard or so away. Then noticed her lifeless mother and Myth, her vocals formed a song of sadness, a howl to bid her dear mother farewell. Myth soon tread to Soiel's side, and comforted her mother. Talos watched from a far as the two mourned. The founder and first alphess, was now reunited with her mate; Trio. Talos, myth and their mother buried the peaceful Avenue, the young wolves and Soiel traveled on.

 Around three months later, the mother pup trio was doing well, Soiel was almost 8 and Talos was 10 months old. Talos' mother tried to teach he and his sister basic skills, but Tal had to teach himself many things since his mother was quite elderly. By the next two months, Tal was a year old and now a very skilled hunter and light on his feet. As the siblings were off hunting one day, they heard their mothers whining shriek. Talos stopped his hunt and bolted to their temporary den site. Finding a large male standing over Soiel, Talos growled fiercely and tackled the beast. The fight was long and a large struggle for the young male, suddenly his brain began to fully expand. Talos' mind boomed with devised plans, the young he-wolf used his intelligence, speed, and agility to beat the large creature. As he was worn and injured, Talos clamped onto his neck and suffocated him.

Myth raced raced to her mother, Soiel was dying of blood loss. Talos soon followed, anywhere they seemed to go, death was never far behind. Talos did not cry, not for his pack, grandmother, nor mother. He stayed by Soiel as she took her last breath, then knew what he must do. Talos must travel back to his birth land, and confront Delgado. The sibling duo traveled day and night, finally reaching it's boarder after 6 months. Talos' deep aqua gaze traced the lands, and flicked his ears as he heard a rumbling howl.

It was the packs new guards, some males Delgado brought with him to the land. Talos knew he had to hid, and sneak in later. Soon the guards rushed towards Myth, then stopped, soon clearing a way for their leader. Delgado, a large three year old alpha, approached the young and beautiful dame Myth. Delgado would never turn away a young and tantalizing female, and Myth knew that. The cunning damsel got close to the alpha, flirting with him much and being quite friendly. How could the stern alpha resist the young sleek framed wolf. Once alone, Myth got defensive. Before Delgado could call for back up, Talos sprung from the trees and struck him.

Attacking his body repeatedly with harsh snaps, Delgado was badly hurt. Talos was injured but soon saw his chance and took it, gripping his razor like ivories into Delgado's neck, slowly cutting of his air supply. The male who took Talos' pack was now a lifeless rag in the his muzzle. The masculine ran at top speed to the alpha den, leaping atop it. Myth followed her hurt, yet proud brother. The he-wolf, who was only a year and a half old, released a thunderous dominant howl. Thee large pack gathered quickly, listening as Talos explain he had killed Delgado. The pack released a howling welcome to their new alpha, yet he denied leadership. After a month of living with the clan, Talos grew depressed of the land that encased his packs massacre. Although he knew many of the females in the clan, he felt out of place.

 Talos soon decided to leave, and left his sister Myth in charge.  Talos was traveling far, but to where? He thought of the stories Avenue had told him, they took place in Greece. So the young canid headed south, listening to creatures  trying to find Greece. When one wondrous day, Talos finally found it. After 8 months of searching, he was finally here. Kind packs roamed the lands, yet Talos wished to rule his own. Finding suitable land, Talos marked and claimed it.

Upon him claiming the land, he finally cried. After all that has happened, Talos finally cried, and the final words he whispered were "I'm here grandmother, I made it to paradise, to the free land." Then a song of sadness and joy was released into the air. Talos now roams his land, looking for new members. When local wolves stop in to see how he's doing, they often share tales of the Gods. He's been here for 10 months alone, getting the land ready for more wolves to join. Three year old Talos is now quite knowledgeable of Greek mythology, and wishes to inform his pack of many tales. During his year here, he is either with other wolves, or a cunning crafty fox whom taught him of herbs and alchemy. This skilled alpha is ready for all wolves who cross his path, waiting for loyal members.

Personality: Talos is a very diverse creature, he cares deeply about respect. He is sure to show respect to any who show it to him, whether you are a leader or the lowest ranked. This masculine canid is truely in touch with nature, he often travels off alone to be surrounded by pure nature. He loves being with the wood dwelling creatures, if he sees an injured doe; he would try to help. Not hunt it down like most canines would, he tries to help all who needs it. Chaos is brave, loyal, and very head strong; once he puts his mind to something he doesn't give up. It's his devotion that has kept him going this whole time, he believes if you think you can succeed then you shall.
Talos hearing, scent, and sight are more sensitive than many wolves. Once he hears a movement he can usually desipher it's build and strengths by the way it moves and sounds. Although since his past was bad, it takes time to earn his trust; once you earn it and lose it you'll never get it back. Since Talos is so protective he is always on alert yet never shows it, he does not growl, bare teeth, nor bristle his fur often. He may when or if he needs to show his dominance to a challenger or threat. The masculine simply stares and watches the others movements, while Talos looks relaxed he will be ready to bound if needed. He is truely intelligent and uses his witts instead of his strength to take care of battles. Although Talo may be highly intelligent, he still loves expanding his knowledge of any subject. His curiosity easily gets the best of him, which often happens when he wanders off to be alone. He devises plans quickly and desiphers wolves easily and diversly when first meeting.

Although it may take time for this male to warm up to you, he's a sucker for pups and yearlings. He may not be quite hyper around adults, but once he sets his emerald gaze on a young canid, he won't hesistate to make the first play-bow. He enjoys protecting those her cares for, and if he cares deeply enough he will share stories or answer questions of his past. Yet, if you are not that close he most likely won't tell you anything of his life. If Talos becomes mad and/or upset the only way to calm him is if he plays with a young wolf, and travels off into the wilderness. Since he spends so much with the forest dwelling creatures, he usually finds out their likes and dislike; he finds more out about them than he finds out about other wolves.

He may enjoy hunting and fishing, but he will not kill and injured creature just to do so. He only kills what he needs to survive, once he wittneses a death or in responsible for one he always does something helpful for the land. Simply bury a seed, help a creature, share his food; since the land gave to him, he returns the favor. Chaos treats all equal, whether you are in his pack, or a random fox trotting past the land. Help, respect, unique, devotion, and kindness are just few words to describe this he-wolf. Also he is often called "Charming or Flirtatious" which are two words Talos does not agree with, yes he is usually much nicer to she-wolves; but simply because he believes in chivalry

 
 Hopes: Talos' number one dream is to find the she-wolf of his dreams and raise a family of his own. With his love and expirience for pups, he looks forward to raising many litters of his own. Also running, or just being in, a large thriving pack.
Fears: Talos fears things, such as the death of a friend, not finding a mate, not being able to protect his clan, his offsrping dying, his own failure.
Skills: || Strength || Intelligence || Devotion || Head Strong || Advanced Senses || Quick Learner || Able to get close to almost any creature || Hunting || Alertness ||surefooted || Speed || Agilitty || Experience || Loyalty || Sensitive instincts || Strategy/plan making ||
 

 Dislikes: || Disrespect || Fighting for no reason || Killing with out purpose || Cocky Wolves || Wolves who don't do their part in  the pack || Threats to his pack || Mistreatment|| Lying || Being crowded by strangers ||

Likes: :|| Star Gazing || Cloud Watching || Howling late at night || Hunting || Protecting || Respect || Kindness || Pups || Love || Nature || Forest dwelling creatures || Loyalty || Being Alone || Helping || Learning more || All seasons, especially Autumn and Spring || Teaching || Soiel || Sun bathing || Kind, Respected, and Beautiful Females || Guarding || Leadership || Devotion || Simple things in life || Thunder Stroms ||

Weaknesses: || Love || Pups || Speed || Speaking ill of his past || His friends and family || Kind, Respectable, and Pretty Females || Nature's creature || His pack ||
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Hunting: 100/100
Fishing: 100/100
Brewing: 100/100
Herbs: 100/100
Gardening: 100/100

Strength: 100/100
Speed & Agility: 90/100
Stealth: 90/100
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 Sire: Mac
Dame: Soiel
Siblings: Myth-Alive
Grandmother: Avenue-Deceased
Grandfather: Trio-Deceased
Other Family Members: Aunts, uncles, cousins, but can't he remember their names
Crush: None yet
Courters: None
Mate: Hopefully soon
Offspring: None yet, he hopes for some soon.