Daniel//Folami//Male }{ I don't understand.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Daniel
I can't let her drown in this sea of hate.

Gender: male
Age: 4 years, 4 months
Species: Folami
Pack: Esson
Rank: Hunter

Eye color: Soft black (grayish)
Body Build: Slim, muscled
Fur Length: varies
Spay/Neutered/Steral: No

Mother: N/A
Father: Komrad
Siblings: N/A
Friends: N/A
Mate: Vice--panther
Children: Ashley and Jazz

Trained?: I guess you could say that...
Opposing the feline massacre?: His mate is a cat, so what do you think?
Personality:
Daniel was never the respectable, proud dog that the humans generally aimed for. But he was strong and he was loyal, so they let his flaws slip. This allowed for the foundation for a gentle dog to take root, and it flourished. Never having been forced to be a true-blooded killer, Daniel has grown into a soft-tempered dog with no real intolerances. He abides by his own rules, not willing to settle down into a constructed society, but his heart is one of gold. No matter the danger, he will defend his loved ones, whether from a threat in the world or a threat in themselves. Perhaps he can be a bit arrogant in his thinking that the world relies on him, but it does more harm to him than anyone else. He is self-concious and nervous, thinking himself worthless and only on earth to protect his precious Vice.

The boy is quick to tell a joke, liking to make a frown show glee. His chosen weapon is his humor, though he will take out the heavy guns (nails and teeth) if someone does not calm down and become harmless...especially around his precious lady. You see, the idea of cats being weak and stupid and only worthy of death is not what was drilling into his head; only the weak part. And not so much weak as the term vulnerable. He thinks they can protect themselves, but they shouldn't have to. Well, not his Vice anyway. Her ever injury is his fault. His mind is full of "if"s and "should have"s and it drives him to the brink of insanity.

To make it short, this dog believes himself the guardian of Vice and the world, but he is sure that he will fall short of the challenge.

Still part of the pack?: Never was apart of the pack.
History:
Most pups that were born rather than created never knew either of their folks. Well, Daniel did not have that luxary. Maybe he would not have been as strong willed if his past had played out differently, but he would not have been so insecure either. His father, Komrad, had always spoken illy of his son, demanding impossible things from the only child. The humans that ran his mill thought the fathers could raise strong children better than the people could, so they would set a child off with their dad once the little puppy could walk. As soon as they could begin their battle moves.

Daniel's father began getting a habit of telling Daniel things like "You see that cat over there? Kill it." and "I want the next cat you see to die by your tooth." Daniel never understood why he father insisted on saying such morbid things when he knew his son would only disobey. You see, Daniel was never an obedient child for the ones of the world. As a young dog, he had heard from a dying dog that Skoll was the god of all. The dog had been beaten to the point of death because the dog had felt it wrong to murder cats because that was what Skoll had declared. Daniel had decided with little hesitation that if death is what it took to please Skoll, then that would be the road he'd follow. Even with his fathers insistent pestering.

Because Daniel had always shown a guarded loyalty to felines, the humans had not encouraged it by placing him next to cats he could befriend. That was not until his father died, thus leaving the cage beside him vacant, that the humans decided to try placing a cat beside him. They were excited by the fact that the felines and Daniel seemed to keep a distance from each other. They were hopeful it was repulsion that had Daniel uneasy. But time soon proved that Daniel and Vice were a pair to be reckoned with. Both were hard workers and strong and, since the humans were unaware that the two had began conversing at about two and a half years of age, they placed them in the rink together.

Mortified, Daniel refused to fight. It took an hour for the humans to give up, having wasted that long watching the pair simply sit next to each other, talking in their own little languages. Daniel was taken from his friend, relieved to see she was not going to be beaten, and was ready to take his punishment like a man. It clicked then that the humans were much like his damn persistant father. They were put him and Vice in the rink together again and again. Though Daniel did not mind dying, he was aware that a prick of some warm feeling popped into his gut every time he saw Vice. He wanted a chance to explore that feeling further.

As the human wound back to whack at him, Daniel leapt forward and tore a chunk of flesh from his human's shoulder. It would heal in due time, but it was a painful reminder of what the humans had created; a monster could only be expected to act like a monster. Running, Daniel howled to Vice, ordering her to make a mad escape for the doorways. They did. They got away. But they kept running.

The two have been running for several months now, moving farther and farther from their former home. As time has passed, Daniel has began to understand the warm-fuzzy feeling; he has even verbally expressed his love for the cat, and she has returned it with her own. But Daniel is always hesitant over it, knowing they can't run forever. At some point the two will come across the pack of his kind, and when they do, Daniel will have to let Vice go or die trying to save her.

He has since come across a strange pair; a folami pup and a lioness kitten. Him and his mate adopted them and then joined Esson.