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Name: Kallisto
Species: Wusky (Hybrid)
Gender: Male
Age: 4 1/2
Build: Typical Masculine type, maybe slightly bigger than average.

Appearance:

Pelt: A very striking black and red color prominently with some lighter grey/silver
Eyes: Same striking shade of red found on his coat
Markings: Much like his brother Solaris, they are a combination of lightning bolt diagonal marks in an array of shapes and directions
Picture: Click here for Pic

History: Kallisto is the long lost brother of Solaris whom he searches night and day to reunite with. He has not seen any of his kin since he was only 5 months old when he was seperated in a freak accident not of his making. Details are very blurry and vague from the incident and from that day his story has been heavily shrouded in mystery and not too many even know they're even related except for the two of them themselves, but only vaguely as many years have passed. He has managed to live in isolation until recently when he chose to move out and continue his lifelong to this point search for his long lost brother as well as to rediscover and reestablish his own identidy. He has high hopes that his journey will not be all in vain. But for now only time and fate will tell where his journey will lead him from here. (To Be Continued....)

Behavior: Very mysterious since not many know he still exists so because of this he is very timid with strangers until he knows for sure he can trust them But once he can he is a good guy to be in the company of. You might say he is a bit of a strange character but if you can gain his trust he can be the best friend you can ever ask for. He will stand by you until the bitter end if need be it.

Personality: Extremely timid to strangers at first but those that he trusts and is close with know he is a very approachable, warm soul that only wants to be in the presence of what friends and family he has. He values these relationships above all else and would gladly put their lives and safety before his own. He will not stand for any kind of greed or corruption and because of this and a big flaw of his is that he will fight for what he believes is right even if it is not which sometimes can get him in a lot of trouble with strangers fast. He also can be quick to judge others and harsh in doing so because of his insecurity.

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Until now for Kallisto life had all been a blur at best, Lost in his own thoughts and this relentless search for someone he'd likely never find. The vastness of these mountains he found himself in now reminded him of his own eternal void from within. His life was really ALL that he had to call his own and It was hell but he still carried on with the hope that perhaps one day his prayers would be answered.

This day was no different than any other day he'd come to know in the last few years, after a day of lonesome journeying He found himself deep in the deafening silence of thought that he knew all to well from these last four years of lonely wandering, mostly about his want for companionship and compassion, And just for once another sign of life in his presence. To this point he had fought for life on a daily basis, and his constant daily fight for life taught him to shut it all out. But it did keep him safe and sound and for that he was thankful. Safe to say all he wanted was an accomplice that would acknowledge his existence and find some solace from within his tormented soul.

In his wondering earlier he noticed a clearing in this section of brush he'd been exploring and decided perhaps he should scan this area a bit more thoroughly so he began his descent into this vast new unknown with high hopes that he'd find something here. On his way down he looked around for any sign of life that might be out there, Sure enough there was plenty of it. Perhaps the answer to his prayers would be now.

"Is anyone out there?" he called out. It was worth a shot at least, he thought

(Lyrics (C) 2010 Iron Maiden from the song "The Man Who Would Be King")

As he journeys across mountain passes
And significant sweeps overhand
His reflection of the beauty around him
Feeling empty inside

He is running from his wildest thoughts
He is running from his everything
He is looking now to find something
Hoping he could be saved

He's searching for the answer now
Is something that he's managed to avoid up 'till now
Looking for the conviction that he craves
He needs to find the answer sooner than later

Pushed himself to the limits
He had to strife for all the harder things in life
But what the cost to give him now
His life and time are the only things that he has

Hey,

I know that it's now 2015, but I like this story...so...

NAMES: Meroo and Melucorey "Corey" (Mother and Pup)
SPECIES: Red Wolf
GENDERS: Female and male
AGE: Meroo (2 yrs.)/ Corey (3 months?)
BUILD: Meroo is of a strong and healthy, graceful build, and Corey is a fluffy, but substantial pup

PIC:



CREDIT: http://www.kimbellstock.com

HISTORY: Meroo is a "Child of The Forest"; she knows her way around, and she's wary of strangers. One day, however, she fell for a handsome stranger, a wolf of mysterious origins, but he told her that he couldn't stay, and she never knew why. She now has his pup, and she wonders if she'll ever see her old sweetheart again, or if she should ever trust any other male wolves.

BEHAVIOR: Meroo behaves like a wild wolf. She hunts expertly, and she makes life as normal for Corey as she possibly can, raising him as she herself was raised, so that he will know exactly what to do in order to survive. Corey, for his part, is only a pup. He tries to learn from his mother, but he is an independent little cuss sometimes, and he reminds Meroo of his father, who was always a born leader, and sort of stubborn.

PERSONALITY: Meroo is mistrustful. She hides much of her disappointed sorrow behind a show of primal practicality, but, beneath her thick, fluffy, fleetingly flirtatious fur beats a frightened, and sometimes ultra warm heart. Corey is headstrong and curious, always wanting to know more than Meroo thinks is necessary for him to know. He is her sweetheart, her pride and joy, and her favorite creature in the world; she'd do anything in order to keep him safe, because, to her, he is so dear to her that if she ever lost him, she'd search until she could search no more, and/ or she'd lie down and howl until she expired. Meroo's world is Corey, and Corey's world is all the world itself.

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STORY:

Meroo scanned the edges of the clearing. She saw only a few birds, so she lowered her nose, in a gesture of good will, and she gave a slight nod to little Corey, who came trotting back to her side.

"More softly!", she urged, an ever so slight hint of warning in her graceful voice. The pup slowed his trot to a polite pad, pad, pad, but, a moment later, he yipped out loud, scampering away.

"Corey!" Her lovely, golden eyes widened, and she took a step forward, but the pup ignored her, so she padded after him; grasping him by the scruff of his neck, she shook him as harshly as she dared, looking up instantly, scanning the land for any sign of obvious intruders.

With a snarl, she set him down, and he turned his little head around, looking for all the world as though she'd just bitten him; his big, deep, red-brown eyes stared up at her defiantly, searingly, and she softened, falling to the ground, nuzzling his little face with hers, and ultimately rolling over onto her back, so that Corey could assume his favorite position.

The little pup brightened instantly, and he took full advantage of the situation, struggling to stay atop the larger wolf's chest, gnawing playfully on Meroo's left paw, so that she winced at the strength of her son's growing choppers.

"Corey!", she laughed, forgetting for a moment to check for danger. "Corey, stop chewing on me! I am not your dinner, you know!" She licked the pup's adorable face, and then, all at once, a noise stopped her cold.

Her ears perked up, and, turning onto her side, she pushed Corey out of the way as she sat up, then stood, turning round, scanning the land once more with heavy, anticipatory breaths.

Little Corey yipped loudly, his little tail waving like a leaf in a storm, his chest moving from the rapid breathing that he was experiencing, due to the excitement of the moment. Against his mother's warnings, he dashed off, towards the most obvious entrance to the clearing, but Meroo caught him by the neck again, padding slowly, softly, and deliberately towards the center of the clearing.

This time, she set him down, turned him towards her, and set her most serious, scolding glare upon him, so that his eyes widened pleadingly.

"DANGER is out there, Corey! You must learn to mind me, or...what's to become of you? You must survive, but you cannot do that unless you mind me!"

The little pup's rich, dark eyes fell defiantly, slyly, and Meroo sank down onto all four paws, staring her son down until he looked at her.

"Do you understand?" She tried not to smile.

The little wolf son cocked his head to one side.

"Stay out of danger, Mother?"

"Yes, and..."

"M...mind you all the time?"

"Yes, and..." Her golden eyes finally smiled fully, and the baby wolf touched his nose to hers, but he said not a word.

"And I love you, Silly!", laughed Meroo, taking Corey's ear into her mouth playfully.

Suddenly, the wolf pup yipped, and his eyes widened. He panted and whined, and when he broke away from his mother's grasp, she turned...to see a stranger, a stranger who looked all too familiar. Were her eyes playing tricks on her? Was this him, or was this one of his relatives?

"Corey!", she shouted, but her voice sounded weak to her own ears, and when she stood, her breath caught in her throat, and her front legs nearly gave way. Slowly, cautiously, she padded silently across the clearing, lowering her head, pinning her ears back, and narrowing her glowing eyes, turning her head every so often, and ever so slightly, so that she could make certain that this new stranger was not going to harm her son.
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See Ya' Later,
Dixie Baby

This roleplay has nothing to do with Balto.
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