Windbreaker

[iScourge]

Name: Logan (Windbreaker)
Gender: Male
Age: 3 Years
Type: Timber

Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Items:

• Scales
  
• Echolocation
  
• Spikes
  
• Mane
  

Appearance: Logan is a dark chesnut colored wolf over much of his body. His stomach and bottom of his tail is white, along with his muzzle and lower jaw. His ears are a dark grey.
His throat is covered by a layer of silver scales, and his sides are protected by a flurry of three-inch long spikes. A thick, black mane covers the top of his head down to his tail.
He has no eyes. (Born blind)
He is a little bit bigger than the average wolf, but is no behemoth. (That's Hephaestus.)

Temperament: Logan is the kind of wolf you would want on a hunting party. He acts as though he understands the way the world works, and seems to have an air of knowledge about him, much like an older wolf.
Though once you get him talking, he will not shut up about it, even going so far as to keep you up at night.

History:

"C'mon, Windbreaker!" the black and white pup teased, pouncing upon her brother's muzzle, pawing at where his eyes should be.
A bark-like laugh escaped the male, and he easily shook her off. "Oh hush." he stated, pushing a paw right between her eyes.

The female only rolled both of her emerald ones, and rolled over onto her back, stretching out in the warm sun. "D'you think we'll always be friends?" she questioned, turning her white splotched muzzle to watch the male, who curled into a tight ball beside her.
"Of course, Moonrunner." He yawned widely, ears pricking instantly. "I hear Mros." he stated, pouncing up, tail wagging wildy. He was always so eager to please the alpha, his sister noticed, so to make him look good, she puffed out her chest, watching the alpha pass with an approving nod at herself, and an almost... Glare shot to her brother.

Sure, he was blind... But he could still see!

Windbreaker's ears lowered, along with his muzzle. "Am I... Worthless like some of the adults say?" he murmured gently, when suddenly, a furry back was under his muzzle.

"Of course not! One day, you'll be a big strong alpha, and I'll be your beta! Right?"

"...Right, Moonrunner."


That fall, Moonrunner lost an eye in a fight with him. It had been an accident, and they were only sparring together, but... his claws rose too fast and she was unable to duck away.

She felt betrayed; hurt by her only sibling.

Constantly worried by guilt, afraid she would no longer be able to rise in the ranks because of his mistake, Windbreaker left that year, and took on a new name-

Logan.

A nice, calm name.

He heard about his sister from word of mouth from other packs, and has returned to attempt to halt any conflict.