Eugenides

[Imorta Thaw]

Name:

Eugenides (call him that and feel the wrath of his tiny milk teeth!)

Pronunciation:

[Eg-e-NI-deez]

Nickname:

Gen, Rat.

Gender:

Male

Age:

Two year old, and lovin' it.

Species:

Maned Wolf

Height:

2ft at the shoulder now, but will mature to be about three feet)

Weight:

30 pounds now, but will be up to 40.

Appearance:

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As a Maned wolf, Gen looks sorta like a very long legged fox. His fur is a rusty red that slowly darkens to the smoky black of his legs. He has a black tuff of fur on the back of his neck that may one day become a mane. More than half of his tail is white to match his chest.
But that is all normal for a maned wolf. The thing that sets him apart is a large scar going from the top of his right shoulder to the center of his chest. He is also missing the tip of his left ear.
Gen has light green eyes which rarely let you in farther than the very surface. In the rare case that you do see something other than his well made mask, you will likely be frozen with shock for a few minutes. Gen's orbs can convey more emotion than most wolves feel in a lifetime.

Personality:

One can almost say Gen has three personalities. One, which he made himself; another, that is more sensitive than a baby's behind; and the third? Well, that one is has only ever been seen by his former pack.
The side of Gen which is usually visible is rather likable. It is very childish and honest. This side is just as likely to try walking on his front paws as on all fours. When Gen is in this mood, he is funny and absurd and pup like. Of course, he isn't all fun and games. This side of Gen tends to be extremely curious as well as fearless. Not a good combination for a two year old pup.
But that is only a well made mask under which is an extremely sensitive and loving wolf. This wolf finds it hard to eat even the lowest of the mice. But this side of Gen is also very easy to hurt. A single word can send him into a deep depression. It is fortunate that few wolfs see this side of Gen.
But it was not always hidden. Before he created his mask, Gen was very often sent into a deep depression during which he would hardly eat, and well... he was pretty much as good as dead. Fortunately, it's been almost a year since he's gone this low. Perhaps, as his mask hardens, this side of Gen will be forgotten altogether.

Likes:

Snowflakes, swimming, running, playing, learning about the way nature works.

Dislikes:

Sleeping, boredom, bugs that bite, rules, being lectured, the cold.

History:

No one knows how it happened that a maned wolf pup was found so far north. Most say magic, and not even Gen knows that he was part of a human experiment at adaptation. But it is this very experiment that sent the young pup's life in turmoil.
It was autumn when the pup was found by a large pack. He was small, starving, and would have died if not for the alpha's twisted sense of humor. Instead, he was chased around for a bit, and then given to the lowest member of the pack to be the alpha's personal servant. He was treated as scum when noticed, but thankfully, he was mostly ignored.
That period of his life was rather awful, he was not made for the winter, and the pack's treatment helped none at all. Neither did his sensitive nature. After a year, Gen finally managed to escape.
His second winter nearly killed him. But luck was on his side. He spent most of the winter hiding out on a nearly abandoned farm, eating rats and mice. Once spring came, he set out to search for wolves that look like him. There was only one problem. He was going farther North, right into the lands of Autumn mist.

Picture:www.cosmosmith.com/images/maned_00.jpg

Notes: Umm... well, I think that's it. If you want something changed, feel free to point it out.

[Imorta Thaw]

A Muse too old for Me
It was early morning when the small form of a wolf settled himself at the edge of the bridge. It was near noon now, and he had yet to move. For more than five hours the two year old was unnaturally still. He was not hunting, or stalking any thing. He was thinking. Thinking about life, and death, and good and evil. He was so deeply lost in thought that he did not move for five hours straight. His chest rose and fell, but only just barely. His breath so shallow that it seemed to have frozen deep in his chest. He blinked as well. Sometimes. His eyes? They were focused on the bridge he was facing. The bridge which faded off into the distance, just like his life seemed to.

For five hours the wolf sat freezing. He was not made for winters like this, and he was definitely not made to sit in the cold for five hours. But he sat anyway. Not to die a cold death, but to distance himself enough from the world. To be able to think. It was true, at first he had shivered, but soon enough his body got used to the cold. His ears began to block out sounds, and his eyes saw only the bridge. As his body got colder, his mind fell into a deep trance.

The sun had risen to it's peak before Gen moved. First, his ears twitched a little, then his nose. His tail followed, sweeping the collected snowflakes away. He had come to the conclusion, that he was too young yet to think like this, and that freezing would do him no good. A perfect waste of a nice clear morning. He thought grumpily. What the hell was I thinking! Sitting around all day! He shook his head in mock disgust, and rose to all fours. Rather stiff, he made a feeble attempt to shake out some of the kinks. Then, he opened his mouth for a long and proper yawn. Sitting still can make one rather tiered, dontcha know.

[Seventh Lass]

that's CUTE!!! Yay. i love it, tat. especially the little writing-ette. it's cute, and smart, and it thinks.

[Imorta Thaw]

Oh, and the foxlike pic in the work in progress is for him.
Btw, are you talking about Gen, or me? (I'm assuming Gen... but you never know)

[Seventh Lass]

technically, i was talking about the piece of writing itself. but ok. gen works, too.