He looks piteously out of place; it's hard to tell exactly what it is about him that is so un-handsome, but when taken as a whole he looks mildly pathetic and definitely awkward. Gangly, roman-nosed and a dirty-looking white pelt with an overlay of wire-textured silver hairs, he is nothing to look at...but there is a quiet gentleness in his pale yellow eyes, and the beginnings of a shy smile tug at his lips. Head down and tail tucked between his hind legs, he edges away with quiet shame on his features. He knows very little about his life...but what he does know, teaches him that he doesn't have the right to look you in the eye. Expecting mocking laughter, he scuttles away into the shadows. [Links]
Name: Larson |
:Solaires:
:Deolaya:
:Xiarnia:
:Soladrea: [Friends]
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His was an accidental conception, and his parents panicked; after staying by her side for the duration of the pregnancy, Solaires offered to take the pups from Deolaya and drown them. She had a last-minute change of heart, spurred on by sympathy, and told him to take one pup, she would take the other. Solaires, unable to fathom caring for a child, abandoned the little white bundle on a well-tread path and left, never expecting to see either pup nor Laya again. As things often do, none of this worked according to plan. Larson was found and adopted by the healer of Solaires's own pack, and Solaires eventually found his way back to Laya, unable to be away from her. Their own drama unfolded, unknown to their children; Larson, tucked away and coddled by youthful Xia, knew little of the outside world, and his sister, unbeknownst to him, was getting a crash-course in the abnormal from her uncle, not so far away. Neither fared terribly well with this diet of uncertainty and chaos.
In Larson's mid-childhood, he finally pulled away from his adoptive family; it wasn't hard, as Xiarnia was away with travel quite often. He began to brood. He became withdrawn and observant, not quite mopey, but realistic; he was nothing special, nothing to look at, no particular skills to mention. He had no real purpose in the pack or the world, and he was unsure what to do with himself. He had one friend, to speak of, Luna's Charm, a slightly younger pup of exuberant energy, but even she couldn't pull him from the beginnings of his downward spiral of self-loathing...
[Adolesence]
[Adulthood]
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