Faxe Zaphidi May 22, 2010 16:27:53 GMT -5
Post by Faxe Zaphidi on May 22, 2010 16:27:53 GMT -5
Born within the unnamed desert that meets up with the Xanion Plains; so departed from this location that very few wolves know of it's exact location. What is known is that the sands spread out like a hand, diverting in to fingers of narrow desert with sparse amounts of scrub. One of these immense paths is tinted with red crystal, another with white. The palest area is the place that the Zaphidi family took as their home, building a den out of a small gathering of flat stones where the sand was torn away, where the earth bled water.
The only thing that Zap remembers about that time, is the noise. Whether it is the other children or the baying of the jackals, or even the sudden thrum of night rain - it was all too loud for his ears. The family of jackals that had adopted them were his mother's kin, a group of tiny canines with variegated pelts of browns, grays, and blacks. They were tiny, and they were quick, but after keeping the youth awake for too long things would escalate. Many of them were afraid of the hybrid, but most knew that he was too passive for his own good. The children on the other hand held a strange fascination to the boy. Their noises were always half developed, their bodies even smaller, their eyes and ears closed. Defenseless.
The first accident happened in the middle of the night. Only Zap knows what happened, and he does not speak of how, only that half of the dominant female's litter was discovered the next morning without breath in their lungs. Poised with limbs twisted in protest, or limp against the ground - three of the seven children had been suffocated. The guard upon the den was swiftly banished for his ignorance by the grieving mother.
Next, after about a month, Zap was put on babysitting duty. He knew that it would be difficult to get rid of these children as easily; it was daylight, and he was the only one to watch them. So he enlisted the assistance of his sister Basil - the happy girl was a moron, fawning over the children and mothering them. They went down to the watering hole, a massive gouge in the earth with deep, dirty water.
Perhaps he lured them in with promises of play. Maybe he convinced Basil to teach them to swim, even though their eyes had only recently begun to open. Whatever the case, the result was two small bodies floating along the shore, and an exhausted Basil having to be rescued by her older brother - fate had given him the perfect alibi that day. The mother was not pleased, but did not assume her children were being toyed with to death. Basil recovered slowly, and Zap's fear of the water began.
He was nearing his third birthday when he was set to babysit again; however Basil refused to follow this time. The children were taken a couple hours distance from the rocky den, towards the red sands of the West; however he planned to be rid of these last squealing whelps, he would have to be extra cunning. So he plopped down the male pup in his mouth, dropped the female from his back where she weakly lay, and began having a dust bath. He loved them, honestly, and the result of his romping was truly the only accident that had befallen the family - the girl was covered in sand. It was so light, so soft, that the earth simply swallowed her up.
Zap was stricken with horror. He could not go back to the family with only one child! He'd be killed! They would figure out what had been going on; and to think, his fun was spoiled by a silly thing like a bath! While trying to think of a way out of the situation, three wolves arrived. One was Basil, flanked by the jackal mother and a guarded escort. The look on Basil's face was anything but the cheery, vacant expression he was used to seeing - she looked almost as grieved as the mother (who, he would think later, looked incredibly angry). As it turns out, Basil had told the mother about what had happened at the water hole and this escapade had been a test - if her children went missing again, they would know the reason.
While Faxe Zaphidi looked at the congregation with shock, trying not to throw up his last meal of rabbit, the guard searched the sands for the little pup. It didn't take him long to find her, tinted with red from the dust, squirming weakly. The mother's decree was sharp upon her tongue, slicing the air. Leave. Get out of my sight - there is no place for the sick minded like you. As they left, Basil lingered for but a moment, barely able to look him in the eye. The sadness that welled there was almost strong enough to make Zap want to cry. Almost.
Name: Faxe Zaphidi
Breed: Red Wolf / Jackal / African Wild Dog
Pack: Lone Wolf
Parents: Tunais Zaphidi (father, AWD) / Ruby Fusion (Jackal)
Siblings: Basil Zaphidi (sister), four unnamed from same litter (stillborn / assorted deaths).
Eyes: Vibrant green.
Body Type: Lean, leggy, and somewhat delicate.
Weight: 109 lbs
Coat Color: A mixture of cream, brown, gold, yellow, black - all mottled together in a mismatched mess. The gold is splotched dominantly along his right flank and left shoulder, which then creeps up the side of his neck. Bits of gold can also be found ticking across his face in whiskers.
- Sneaking around.
- Playing games.
- Dust baths.
- Making people angry.
- The sound of laughter.
- Most males.
- When jokes backfire.
- Seems to constantly have the hiccups.
- Must run through puddles when he sees them.
- Must run through mud when he finds it.
- Is scared of the dark.
- Feels compelled to scar/scare children.
- Saved his younger sister from drowning, but nearly drowned himself.
- Thinks that the dark will consume him if he's around it for too long.
- The red around his eyes is actually a tattoo. He scares children by saying he got his eyes stolen by (insert creature here) and had to steal them back. The creature changes with each story.
Strengths & Weaknesses
- Nimble body; good for running and swimming.
- Big ears; add to his comical efforts.
- Constantly grinning; which makes others smile.
- Infectious laughter; you either love it or you hate it.
- Is extremely lazy.
- Despite the ears, he doesn't particularly like to listen.
- Various OCD tendencies (listed above).
- Avoids most large groups unless he can get something out of them.