Beta Nazareth, Moonstone

Name: Nazareth
Gender: Male
Breed: Canadian Timber Wolf
Age: 4 1/2
Arrived Here: Spring
Coat Color: Nazareth's coat is a variety of brown hues, with highlights of copper and honey and lowlights of chocolate and caramel. There are dark black hairs scattered along his back. Underneath lies a mixture of beige and cream that coats his legs, belly, and muzzle blending nicely throughout the pelt.
Eye Color: Tangerine
Scars/Deformaties/Disabilities: Although he is healthy and strong, you will find across his right should a decent sized gash where his previously injury harmed his body leaving a limp in his gait and a disadvantage during fights. The scar runs along his shoulder blade and perpendicular to his spine, curving around the blade and up into his neck. It was sliced open on a rock in the peak's. Only when Nazareth is racing, do you notice a slight limp in his gait.
Desired Pack or Rogue: Moonstone
Desired Rank: Alpha or Beta
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Personality: Nazareth is a 'shoot first, ask questions later' brute, with a mouth and attitude to back it up. Although gentle and kind to those he trusts, he can come off a rude and nasty to those who don't know him. Nazareth is used to being a leader and a ruler and constantly see's himself above others. Nazareth is very strict and wearvy of people, but it noble to the pack he leads or works for.
Example Post: With the sun high in the sky it blazed down and warmed his back, his whole body shaking from the attack, yet now the enemy lie lifeless before him, his cream paws now soaked in blood. Torn flesh and fur hung from his jowels as he heaved and sighed to catch his breath. The chocolate male was stronger than most and was lean in his body structure, making him quick on his feet but surely not the fastest. It was all about strategy with him, the brute would never charge head first into a battle without analyzing his options. If anything, when words failed, he sought out his plan and would follow through until his pads were deep in blood and dirt. Nazareth lowered his head, relaxed now as he dropped the mangled piece of wolf back to the shredded body lying a few feet from him. His voice was strong and booming as he tossed his head back, releasing out a mournful howl as he cried to the night sky. It was final, he could now take his place as ruler of the lands but htat was not what he longed for, all he wanted was freedom, not to take over his father's pack. Turning his face to the onlookers, Nazareth snarled viciously, a fair warning that if any were to follow they would end up like his father. With a leap, he bounded off into the night in search of a new place, where he could rule or assist. A place where he could start over. For years, he traveled, not knowing where he was going, but enjoying the journey along the way.
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