Kvasir

Design Created by Jericho: #4308

Kvasir: | Excellent Communicator | Trusting | Loyal | Outspoken | Adventurous | Moralistic | Fanciful | Free Spirited | Curious | Observant | Energetic | Enthusiastic | Friendly | Overthinker | Easily Stressed | Independent | Unable to Focus |

"It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Kvasir looked around the watering hole with a pleased smile on his face. All different types of wolves were conversing politely. He was still in awe that so many wolves, all from different walks of life, could get along. Up until this point, he was a sheltered individual. There wasn't much he knew besides his tribe and their funny mutation. Now that he took the time to look around, he realized most wolves didn't have protruding fangs. He was the outcast, now. 

Without thinking much of it, Kvasir began to walk around. He didn't know where to start. Wolves were marketing pups, offering goods and services, and just catching up with old friends. Loneliness nipped at his heels, but he was confident he could find a pack within this clearing that would accept him. So lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the female walking in front of him until the two crashed into each other. Rolling to his paws quickly, he turned to face the dame. His eyes widened as they met a vibrant crimson gaze. "Don't just stare!" The words came out as a low hiss. Her eyes narrowed but a smirk crossed her lips. "I know my eyes are red, boy. Either move along or introduce yourself."

Kvasir blinked before chuckling nervously. "For a second there I thought you were going to bite my head off. I'm sorry for staring... Your eyes just pop against your pale coat. I do admit, I was a bit mesmerized."

"Mesmerized," the canine scoffed, "Well, I can't say I've ever gotten that one before." She eyed the brute up for a moment. "My name is Kalani... Lorekeeper and huntress of The Banished Lands. And who might you be?"

For some reason, Kvasir couldn't wipe a smile from his lips. Though he had only known the damsel for a moment, her witty nature and sly grin had worked its charm. "My name is Kvasir. I am a mere loner, but I am seeking a pack" His tail waved back and forth. "I don't suppose The Banished Lands is accepting new members?"

"We are," Kalani chuckled softly. Nodding to his pelt, she added, "But I doubt we're a right fit for a Southerner."

"How..."

"Your coat," she answered. "The Banished Lands is in the far North. I doubt you could cut it." Kalani offered him a halfhearted shrug.

Kvasir grinned. "Is that a challenge?"

"Perhaps."

Kvasir (originally named Kota) got his start when two wolves from different worlds intertwined. Rine and Ura were his parents. Rine was a tribal wolf who had been sent out to find his own way in the world. Ura was a huntress of a fairly large, superstitious pack.  When Ura had her pups, her already unstable mental condition began to worsen. On a night when Rine snuck in to see his pups, she snapped. Luckily, Kvasir's Uncle Koja was there to swoop in and save the day. Kvasir was the only living pup aside from the youngest, Jahla, who was taken away by the barren alpha female to raise.

Koja gave the pup the name Kvasir, since he didn't know what name Ura had given him. Kvasir was raised in the tribe. He was well-liked and well-cared for. Like most wolves, he had his fair share of heartbreak and frustration. His past was hidden away from him. One day, he discovered the truth. Saddened that he had been "protected" by his pack, he eventually made the choice to leave and discover new lands.

With a luxurious liver coated pelt that is marked with all sorts of natural colors, Kvasir sports a relatively natural, earthy appearance. His pelt is a bold mix of browns and blacks with a hint of white here and there. His dark skin and dark marks beneath his yellow eyes make their color pop. In the darkness and shadows, his eyes seem to glow. One peculiar thing about this wolf is his canines - they protrude from the top of his mouth. They don't hinder him in any was, but he can appear intimidating with his lethal fangs peeping out. Kvasir is slightly taller than most males, and he has a slender, elegant, and toned appearance. In the winter, he grows a very dense undercoat, which gives him the impression of being more bulky then he really is.

Kvasir, though he is a scout, is also the Beta Male of the pack. He is second in command when it comes to handling the responsibilities of the group. Voyager and Kvasir are relatively friendly with one another. Kvasir's down-to-Earth mind and his observant, loyal nature make him a trustworthy wolf. Voyager has confided in Kvasir more than once about the stresses in his life. Kvasir takes his duties to the pack quite seriously. He puts responsibilities first and enjoyment beneath them. He loves his job, adores his pack, and hopes for a bright future.