・† ．━━ † Zenith ━━．†・
･.｡†｡.･𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄･.｡†｡.･
"𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭,
𝐀 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨."
･.｡†｡.･𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋･.｡†｡.･
✟ Name∥ Zenith
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐩."
✟ Pack∥ Lethal
✟ Rank∥ Mercenary
✟ Nicknames∥ Zen
✟ Sex + Pronouns∥ Male (he/him)
✟ Voice∥ Alex Gaskarth
✟ Scent∥ Smoky wood/pine
✟ Age∥ Three years old
✟ Species∥ Canis Lupus Signatus
✟ Orientation/Sexual Preference ∥ Bisexual
･.｡†｡.･𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄･.｡†｡.･
✟ Horizontal Height∥ 64 inches long (5’4”), head to hindquarters
✟ Vertical Height∥ 34 inches tall (2’10”), ground to shoulders
✟ Weight∥ 128 lbs
✟ Eye Color∥ Gold with hues of crimson
✟ Fur Colors∥ Toffee with a cream underbelly and streaks of bistre
✟ Scars & Birthmarks∥ None
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➢ Zenith, whose name means "the very top", was the firstborn in a litter of three. His father, Askar, was a broad-shouldered and well-respected hunter of their previous pack while his mother, Kumo, was a silver-pelted wolf from the Northwestern Mountain range. His calm demeanor and rare gift for empathy made his presence deeply valued within the pack. For the brief duration of his youth, Zenith and his brethren were sheltered, oblivious even to the savage nature of reality. Soon, would the brutal awakening shake them to their core and deliver to them a much-needed wake-up call.
And awaken, he did.
✟ Positive Traits∥ Honest, observant, ambitious
✟ Neutral Traits∥ Cautious, obscure
✟ Negative Traits∥ Skeptical, untrusting, opinionated
”𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭—
𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭.”
･.｡†｡.･𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋･.｡†｡.･
✟ Likes∥ Wooded areas, rain, autumn
✟ Dislikes∥ Lightning, loud sounds
✟ Fears∥ Floods
✟ Family∥ None
✟ Significant Other∥ TBD
✟ Trait Preferences∥ Lighthearted, brave, supportive, outgoing
･.｡†｡.･𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍･.｡†｡.･
➢ In a secluded corner of the wilderness, fir trees reached for the heavens, the minute vacancies between their leaves throwing cascades of light onto the forest floor. The nearby rivers and streams whispered their ancient songs, beckoning to passersby and urging them to come closer for a drink.Zenith, a mere six months old, was tussling with his siblings under the watchful eyes of his parents- the entire pack, ignorant of what was to come.Dark clouds gathered in the sky, obturating the sun and casting looming shadows over the earth. His mother called for them to retreat into the den, afraid that they would fall ill with a cold. He and his siblings obeyed, but that proved to be a fatal mistake.The relentless downpour continued overnight and into the late afternoon, the whispers of the nearby river growing into a lament roar as raindrops collected in the channel, fueling its current. As the sound of rushing water grew closer, his parents realized with dread that their den was in the path of an impending flood. Too late had the thought occured to them, for the rising waters had already began to creep into their refuge.In a frantic and desperate attempt, Komu ushered her pups outside, only to be met with a crashing wave which submerged their heads below the murky liquid. Water seeped into Zenith's audits as he broke free of the surface in an exasperated fit of coughs. Feeling the force dragging him back under, he hopelessly kicked in an attempt to stay afloat as he fought the draft.After narrowly escaping the den and heaving his bruised and battered body up to higher grounds, Zenith watched helplessly as the limp forms of his parents and siblings vanished amidst the torrent, their figures still trapped at the mouth of their shelter.Unattended, weak, and terrified, Zenith stumbled to the roots of a tree for seclusion where he then began to heave up muddy liquid. At nightfall, the flood receded, leaving him cold and grief-stricken, immersed in the devastation it had left in its wake.The once radiant canine was marked by tragedy, his eyes reflecting the pain he carried within his heart. Left with nothing, he set out into the wilderness, searching for purpose and a place to mend his wounded soul.