Post by Snowmuzzle on Aug 12, 2007 8:42:31 GMT -5
Name: Lance
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Male
Species: Elk
Appearance: Downright mouthwatering, for most females. His summer coat is rich honey in colour, with a red-brown stripe down his neck, ending on his shoulders. The top of his head is a fraction different in colour, more sandy, and when he doesn't have his antlers, he has little tufts of hair where they were. A darker brown is present down his nose, with a rich, deep, even darker brown on his muzzle. He has pale-grey “socks” on his feet, and a cream rump, bordered with white. Hazel eyes look on the world with a superior air. He's well-built, but not as muscular as he likes to think, and his antlers are quite big-- not the biggest in the herd, but he's convinced they're the finest-looking. Lance walks with a bit of a strut, and likes to be seen. i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb169/Snowmuzzle/Ohbaby.jpg
History: Right from the start, Lance was lavished and spoilt by his mother. She'd never had a calf before, and thought that hers was the most beautiful of all. Whatever he wanted, he got! By sight alone, it was near impossible to tell which male fathered which calf, but the young elk was forever bragging about how HIS father was a great warrior and the finest male in the land (well, he had been, anyway, until Lance was born). Of course, it was all untrue, but nevertheless, the young elk soon gathered a sizeable number of followers, usually consisting of weaker males and a whole load of females. He's never had a problem finding a mate... or two... or more... in the mating season. Unfortunately, he got involved in rutting a little too early, when his first set of spindly antlers were just growing, and took a nasty bump to the head. For a while, ashamed and hurt, he went into hiding, and was reluctant to try again next year. Even now, if he doesn't succeed, the females are ready to flock to him.
A few years ago, Lance had his first great loss. He'd hurt himself showing off, and a puma that was watching the herd saw his limp, which he was doing his best to disguise. She stalked towards him, hungry and determined to get food for her kittens. He didn't see her until it was too late. The puma cornered him, and was coming closer, ready to strike, when there was a loud cry. Lance's mother came charging out of the trees, dust flying from her hooves, head down. She struck the puma, who screamed and caterwauled, lashing out with razor talons that drove into the elk cow's hide. When the cloud of dust cleared, both were battered and bleeding, but Lance's mother was worst off. A pool of blood spread from her throat as she lay on the ground, and her breathing was ragged and weak. She turned her glazed eyes towards her son and whispered: “I did it for you, Lance. I did it all for you.” Nothing more.. she was gone. Lance was speechless. Why had she done this? He'd always been cruel to her, telling her off for embarrassing him in front of his friends, saying bad things until she trembled and cried out. Why had she saved him and sacrificed herself? Just then, he heard a shout from down the hill-- his friends. What would they think? He couldn't stay.
For many days he ran, trying to forget what had happened, but he couldn't. He needed a new herd; a new start! He found one eventually, and he's still there today... trying to get his former popularity back. He's got a few followers, but not as many as he'd like.
Personality: As you have probably seen, Lance is a big-head and loves attention. He's vain, spending more time looking in water than actually drinking it. He's quite selfish, but not so much as he used to be before his mother's death. Lance has a habit of bullying males smaller than he is, but he's tender towards the females. He'll stop at nothing to show off or get a female. He's determined and quite brave, but hates showing any “soft” feelings to his followers. He's disliked by many males, and he frequently gets in trouble when he gets too big for his boots.
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Male
Species: Elk
Appearance: Downright mouthwatering, for most females. His summer coat is rich honey in colour, with a red-brown stripe down his neck, ending on his shoulders. The top of his head is a fraction different in colour, more sandy, and when he doesn't have his antlers, he has little tufts of hair where they were. A darker brown is present down his nose, with a rich, deep, even darker brown on his muzzle. He has pale-grey “socks” on his feet, and a cream rump, bordered with white. Hazel eyes look on the world with a superior air. He's well-built, but not as muscular as he likes to think, and his antlers are quite big-- not the biggest in the herd, but he's convinced they're the finest-looking. Lance walks with a bit of a strut, and likes to be seen. i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb169/Snowmuzzle/Ohbaby.jpg
History: Right from the start, Lance was lavished and spoilt by his mother. She'd never had a calf before, and thought that hers was the most beautiful of all. Whatever he wanted, he got! By sight alone, it was near impossible to tell which male fathered which calf, but the young elk was forever bragging about how HIS father was a great warrior and the finest male in the land (well, he had been, anyway, until Lance was born). Of course, it was all untrue, but nevertheless, the young elk soon gathered a sizeable number of followers, usually consisting of weaker males and a whole load of females. He's never had a problem finding a mate... or two... or more... in the mating season. Unfortunately, he got involved in rutting a little too early, when his first set of spindly antlers were just growing, and took a nasty bump to the head. For a while, ashamed and hurt, he went into hiding, and was reluctant to try again next year. Even now, if he doesn't succeed, the females are ready to flock to him.
A few years ago, Lance had his first great loss. He'd hurt himself showing off, and a puma that was watching the herd saw his limp, which he was doing his best to disguise. She stalked towards him, hungry and determined to get food for her kittens. He didn't see her until it was too late. The puma cornered him, and was coming closer, ready to strike, when there was a loud cry. Lance's mother came charging out of the trees, dust flying from her hooves, head down. She struck the puma, who screamed and caterwauled, lashing out with razor talons that drove into the elk cow's hide. When the cloud of dust cleared, both were battered and bleeding, but Lance's mother was worst off. A pool of blood spread from her throat as she lay on the ground, and her breathing was ragged and weak. She turned her glazed eyes towards her son and whispered: “I did it for you, Lance. I did it all for you.” Nothing more.. she was gone. Lance was speechless. Why had she done this? He'd always been cruel to her, telling her off for embarrassing him in front of his friends, saying bad things until she trembled and cried out. Why had she saved him and sacrificed herself? Just then, he heard a shout from down the hill-- his friends. What would they think? He couldn't stay.
For many days he ran, trying to forget what had happened, but he couldn't. He needed a new herd; a new start! He found one eventually, and he's still there today... trying to get his former popularity back. He's got a few followers, but not as many as he'd like.
Personality: As you have probably seen, Lance is a big-head and loves attention. He's vain, spending more time looking in water than actually drinking it. He's quite selfish, but not so much as he used to be before his mother's death. Lance has a habit of bullying males smaller than he is, but he's tender towards the females. He'll stop at nothing to show off or get a female. He's determined and quite brave, but hates showing any “soft” feelings to his followers. He's disliked by many males, and he frequently gets in trouble when he gets too big for his boots.