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GreatWarg · 08-18-2004, 05:49 PM

Here's Khelek's biography and first post. It took a lot longer than previously thought to get it posted.

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NAME: Khelek.

AGE: Roughly four to six months at the beginning of the story.

RACE: White wolf of the North.

GENDER: Male.

WEAPONS: I suppose teeth would have to count.

APPEARANCE: A pale, ghostly white coloration for which the white wolves of the North were named for; his features are still rather soft and round; inquisitive blue eyes: a characteristic of wolf pups; a small, compact body, made for preserving body heat, but is swiftly growing into a lean adult wolf.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Still in a state of “puppy hood,” Khelek can be over-zealous at times, and easily excitable, especially with new smells and noises. Not much of a hunter yet, the young wolf lacks experience in subtlety and stealth, preferring the much more direct route of handling problems by tackling them head-on and biting them in the hand (literally, as the case may be), although his small size keeps the pup from being much of a threat to anything. Though small in stature, Khelek is a loyal companion and sees the small fellowship as a sort of adoptive pack.

HISTORY: Born in the far North of Middle-earth, nigh to the region of Forodwaith, and akin to the same wolves that had invaded Eriador in the Fell Winter of TA 2911. He had been taken for breeding purposes among the Wargs, but was found and rescued by Rûdhchamion’s party.

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The forest was incredibly still, as was the air; his sensitive ears could not hear the low mutterings of the trees as they talked amongst themselves, nor could he hear the bated breath of the wind. Occasionally, he would discern some movement on the very edges of his sight, some unusual squirrel hoarding nuts for its winter store, or perhaps even a doe and her fawn passing by before they disappeared into the darkling woods. Or it could be something much nastier.

Sleep eluded him for the better part of an hour, though the pup was exhausted from the day’s march. Khelek thought Mirkwood smelt too musty, felt too stifling, and was in general a Very Bad Place to be in. This practical sentiment only grew as the small company traveled further south, and there were less wild beasts and more things that crept in the dark, out of sight but not out of mind. He found it hard to believe that Elves lived in any part of this murky and unwholesome place, though Khelek had never been very far north where the Wood Elves lived.

Speaking of Wood Elves… The wolf stirred as Rûdhchamion landed, his “puppish” curiosities subdued by lack of sleep, and could only offer the Elf a questioning look. If he was planning on leaving their makeshift campsite alone, Rûdhchamion had another thing coming—it seemed impractical and out of character of the Elf for him to leave Taralphiel and Anarya unprotected.

Sleep lightly. I will scout a bit and forage. Keep alert. Khelek would have liked to insist he come along, or at least persuade Rûdhchamion from leaving, but was simply too tired to argue. Rûdhchamion, after all, knew the ways of the wood better than anyone else. I will not wander far and too long, he promised.

Sighing, the pup yielded and settled down again. I should hope so. Rûdhchamion’s smile, though meant to be reassuring, seemed all too grim.

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GW

08-18-2004, 05:49 PM	#28
GreatWarg Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2002 Location: East of the Misty Mountains Posts: 339	Here's Khelek's biography and first post. It took a lot longer than previously thought to get it posted. ==== NAME: Khelek. AGE: Roughly four to six months at the beginning of the story. RACE: White wolf of the North. GENDER: Male. WEAPONS: I suppose teeth would have to count. APPEARANCE: A pale, ghostly white coloration for which the white wolves of the North were named for; his features are still rather soft and round; inquisitive blue eyes: a characteristic of wolf pups; a small, compact body, made for preserving body heat, but is swiftly growing into a lean adult wolf. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Still in a state of “puppy hood,” Khelek can be over-zealous at times, and easily excitable, especially with new smells and noises. Not much of a hunter yet, the young wolf lacks experience in subtlety and stealth, preferring the much more direct route of handling problems by tackling them head-on and biting them in the hand (literally, as the case may be), although his small size keeps the pup from being much of a threat to anything. Though small in stature, Khelek is a loyal companion and sees the small fellowship as a sort of adoptive pack. HISTORY: Born in the far North of Middle-earth, nigh to the region of Forodwaith, and akin to the same wolves that had invaded Eriador in the Fell Winter of TA 2911. He had been taken for breeding purposes among the Wargs, but was found and rescued by Rûdhchamion’s party. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- GreatWarg's post The forest was incredibly still, as was the air; his sensitive ears could not hear the low mutterings of the trees as they talked amongst themselves, nor could he hear the bated breath of the wind. Occasionally, he would discern some movement on the very edges of his sight, some unusual squirrel hoarding nuts for its winter store, or perhaps even a doe and her fawn passing by before they disappeared into the darkling woods. Or it could be something much nastier. Sleep eluded him for the better part of an hour, though the pup was exhausted from the day’s march. Khelek thought Mirkwood smelt too musty, felt too stifling, and was in general a Very Bad Place to be in. This practical sentiment only grew as the small company traveled further south, and there were less wild beasts and more things that crept in the dark, out of sight but not out of mind. He found it hard to believe that Elves lived in any part of this murky and unwholesome place, though Khelek had never been very far north where the Wood Elves lived. Speaking of Wood Elves… The wolf stirred as Rûdhchamion landed, his “puppish” curiosities subdued by lack of sleep, and could only offer the Elf a questioning look. If he was planning on leaving their makeshift campsite alone, Rûdhchamion had another thing coming—it seemed impractical and out of character of the Elf for him to leave Taralphiel and Anarya unprotected. Sleep lightly. I will scout a bit and forage. Keep alert. Khelek would have liked to insist he come along, or at least persuade Rûdhchamion from leaving, but was simply too tired to argue. Rûdhchamion, after all, knew the ways of the wood better than anyone else. I will not wander far and too long, he promised. Sighing, the pup yielded and settled down again. I should hope so. Rûdhchamion’s smile, though meant to be reassuring, seemed all too grim. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ==== GW Last edited by piosenniel; 08-18-2004 at 08:14 PM.