Vance

.::Full Name::.
Vance


.::Pronunciation::.
v ae n s


.::Nickname(s)::.
Vanny - was given to him by his deceased mate.


.::Maturity::.
five years old

.::Birth Season::.
Summer

.::Sex::.
Male

.::S.O::.
Bisexual

.::Heritage::.
Alaskan Tundra wolf.

.::Language::.
English


.::Desired Rank::.
Knight






.::Over All::.

Measures 50-64 in length and weighs close to 176Lbs.  Long hair.

.::Fur Texture::.
Soft undercoat but 'wiry' top coat.


.::Fur Color::.
White base with gray tinged with brown along his nose, back and tail.

.::Fragrance::.
Rain.

.::Voice::.


(david tannant)

.::Optics::.

Honey brown with darker flecks in them

.::Markings/Scars::.
Has a deep scar going across his left shoulder and a nic in his right ear.




.::Temperament::.
Vance has an even temper, he prefers not to be in conflict and loves others around him. He's sharp minded and strongly willed though at times his mind drifts away and he will stare off into space, he will sometimes say or do something out of the ordinary but will always apologize for it whither it was a good thing or bad thing.   He's caring and sweet and has an idea of how things should work, he most times doesn't speak his mind even if he knows what others are doing is wrong.  Like others he just wants to be accepted and loved for who and want he is.


.::Likes::.
Vance doesn't have many likes or dislikes, but he will sometimes be seen resting in a patch of flowers or sitting in the  rain with his nose angled up and his eyes sealed.


.::Dislikes::.
Vance, again, doesn't have many likes or dislikes.. But one thing that is known that he doesn't care for is conflict, he dislikes having to listen to others bicker and he hates it when he's brought into things.


.::Strenghts::.
• His even temper; With a temper that isn't easily swayed one way or another. He is someone that can possibly help break the tension around other wolves, despite his disliking to it.
• His love for rain; due to him loving rain, Vance doesn't mind traveling or hunting in it. Whither it's a harsh storm or just a light drizzle..
• His dislike for conflict; Since Vance hates fighting or listening to others fight, he will rarely be seen snarling or spitting at someone else.



.::Weaknesses::.
• Dislike for conflict; Yes, this is also a weakness. Since Vance hates being brought into a 'hissy' fit with others, he will post likely be brought into one to side with someone else on the matter at paw.
• Spacing out; Vance will constantly space out and go into another world. Worst part is, it's mostly when someones talking to him or he's in the middle of a hunt, his sense's usually are cut off and he cannot hear or tell his location.
• His mate{more will be explained in history}; Vance's only love was his mate, a beautiful pure white fae with the 'voice of an angel' she was his everything and he'd get fuzzy headed around her. Her death brought grief to him, she is part of the reason for his spacing out. He cannot seem to forget or nor does he wish to.
• Puppies; Vance, though he loves pups, can't stand to look at them and will often space off when he's around them to try and cope with his situation.



.::Sire::.


(deceased)

.::Dam::.

(deceased)

.::Siblings::.
N/A

.::Past Crush(s)::.

(deceased)

.::Significant Other::.

(deceased but not forgotten♥)


.::Offspring(s)::.

(all deceased)


.::Aquaintances::.
none

.::Friendship's::.
none


.::Enemies::.
none




.::History::.

That pain.. it's the kind of pain that just stops you from doing anything, it sticks to you like sap from an oak tree. That pain stems from losing someone you thought would always be next to you, even in death.  It's a wonder on how most can go on after something like that, but I suppose some just give up, but I cannot, it's not something she would want.

   My name is Vance and I'm alone in this world even if I do have others around me.  This is my story and how I became what I am today, love me no more then you did before and hate me no less.  Feel no remorse and no sorrow for me.  This is my life and there is no going back only moving forwards


I was born an only child in my family.  Born in the middle of summer I had the best chances of survival then those born in the winter.  My mothers name was Canary and my fathers was Phantom.  They were very loving parents and taught me everything I needed to know, despite being loners they always favored those in a pack and tended to stick close to pack territory until they were chased of or asked to join.

When I was four moons old, they finally accepted an invitation to join a pack, my mother was happier then a bird in the spring time and my father was right along side her.  It didn't take long before the pack fell in love with the pair and made them beta's  of the pack and they took their job seriously.  I also fit in quite well there were pups my age that I could play with, each one of them was rather nice and accepting to the new wolves that 'invaded' their home.  Now, I enjoyed being with each of those pups, because each had their own personality and mind set on things, I befriended this male pup named Rascal, now with my partner in crime we could easily get into trouble, but there was one fae that seemed to dislike me, she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and yes, even as a pup I knew that she was my first love.

As we grew, my feelings towards her grew as well.  Zahra, turned into a beautiful, dazzling wolf that held the voice of an angel.  Rascal and I had become hunting partners and he soon found himself a mate, this dazzling fae named Rose.  Both my parents insisted on me asking Zahra to become my mate but I also told them no, that she was my friend and I couldn't do that.  But, it soon came to the point where she was all that was on my mind, I'd slip up on a hunting trip or I'd stumble and run into a tree... She was the alpha's daughter and I, well, I may have been the beta's son but I still stood no chance in having her as my own.

What I didn't know was that my parents had talked with the alpha's and they agreed that we would make a perfect match and put her in my hunting group, along side Rascal and Rose.  Zahra and I became closer and closer as the days and months past.

Finally, I had my chance, it was the night that the alphas and betas would meet with other alphas and betas from a rival pack to discuss some things.. With her at my side, I could feel my heart pounding and just when i was fading from the real world I heard her angelic voice.  

"Vance.. I cannot keep my feelings guarded anymore and you shouldn't either, I can tell that it pains you to be around me and it pains me to.. I love you and I don't want to be with anyone else nor do I wish to continue living without you."

My ears instantly swiveled in her direction, I thought she hated me.  "You are mighty sure of yourself princess" I muttered towards her in a teasing way.. "But, yes.. I love you, i feel the same way you do.

That was the night we became mates and the pack became allies with the rival pack that set towards the north of us.   Zahra and I soon became two that you couldn't tear apart, we told each other everything; our worries, fears, our happiness, and our sadness.

During one winter, the pack suffered a major loss and we knew the pups that were born only a month before wouldn't survive. Prey was scarce and we all starved.  It seemed like a lesson was being taught to us for taking advantage of the good times, ever since my parents and I had joined the pack seemed to have a good luck streak with prey and when I learned that my mate was expecting pups I was scared, I stuck close to her and when it came time to have the pups, everything went smoothly and we had three beautiful darlings.


Rose, Dante, and Vladmir. They, along side my mate were my pride and joy, watching them grow and intertwine with pack life was the most amazing feeling ever. But little did i know that my life along side the packs would fade away.  Our allies became our enemies and we were in constant war with them over territory, we all fought our hardest, my mother and father had lost their lives as had many other notable wolves including my best friend and his family... Everything was crashing down around me, but I didn't think i'd lose everything that was important to me until one cold night when that pack was asleep, our camp was raided, our enemies flooded into it with great numbers and before i had a chance to get to my mate and pups, there was already a wolf leaving the den, one i didn't recognize... Blinded by anger I sent up a howl and leapt into action, tearing at my enemy, tasting his blood before i was ripped off by a bigger brute, the alpha of the other pack.  That night, my 3month old pups and first love as well as my pack had died..

Our enemies left, thinking i had perished along side them, for the longest time i laid there wanting my life to ebb away into the darkness but it never came.. When i stood, a horrid sight caught my view and my heart shattered, blood and limp bodies of my companions were laying scattered on the forest ground, instantly i ran to my mates den but was greeted by the strong smell of blood and i knew i had lost everything.  That day, i spent my time burying my comrades, friends, and my beloved mate and pups, after that I turned away and left that territory never to return.


Now, a year later I have found another pack, but I know better then to get to attached to it, i know better then to allow my emotions run away, my heart still aches for what could have been, for what once was.. My heart aches for my mate and her voice, I still believe if i listen hard enough i can hear her voice in the wind and that is all that keeps  me going, that keeps me moving forwards.




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