Skola Skola is a large, solid-boned, deep-chested male. His guard coat and pilage hairs are black from nose to tail along his back lightening to a golden cream color underneath. The coat is marred only by scars from the various fights he's been in. His eyes are a rich shade of amber that hold an unforgiving stare, like phantasmal lights in deep shadows. He bears himself proudly, almost arrogantly, ears erect and constantly moving and tail held straight out from his body. It would be impossible to miss the aura of power he holds around himself.
Perhaps contrary to appearances, Skola is not the leader of any pack. He is a loner who willingly left his family at the age of two when it became clear they wouldn't tolerate him much longer--or rather, he decided he wouldn't tolerate them. He is a skilled enough hunter to make do for himself most of the time and good enough in a fight to have ekked out a strip of territory for himself between those of alpha leaders. He deigns no contact with other wolves except to take occasional pleasures with females and, rarely, to coordinate a hunt for bigger game than he can take on his own. He considers himself easily superior to other loners and takes command without hesitation in these instances.
Skola is not a trouble-maker, despite being decidedly anti-social. He doesn't pick fights and he doesn't enjoy them. He just wants to be left to his own devices and to enjoy himself once in a while. He can be very courteous to females in particular. However, he is dangerous when insulted. He also doesn't like pups, which to him are whiny, hyper, and brainless and look more like food than the future of his species. Depending on his mood, a lone pup may be roughly escorted off his land or simply eaten. In short, Skola is an unpredictable rogue.
Darkstar Standing 15hh at the withers, Darkstar is a proud unicorn stallion of Friesian build. His horn is a double spiral of pearl and onyx, and his dark blue eyes are just as sharp in their glance. His ears are long, straight, and fine. His legs are straight, muscular, and smooth, and bear no horsefeathers. While his mane, tail tuft and beard are jet black, his body coat is white save for the four-point black star marking at the base of his horn. The bottom arm of the star extends down his slightly convex muzzle and comes to a point just above his nose. He is elder, but not ancient. The only other markings on his hide are scars--remnants of the battles he has won defending his position as leader of the Council Rock herd for all those long years.
This is not, of course, to say that Darkstar has been in many battles. On the contrary, over the course of his life he has actually had very little cause to fight for safety or status. He is proud and stern and expects his rules--his laws--to be followed, and he is fair. Anyone with a serious grievance may be granted an appeal to him, and he will listen once that audience is agreed to. When he is satisfied that he knows all he needs to know, he makes firm decisions that will not be swayed for any but the most urgent reason. He is wise as his experience makes him and rarely wrong. Darkstar often comes across as arrogant to those that do not know him well. In truth, it is in part his high expectations of himself and others that make him a good leader.
Darkstar considers himself too busy with his duties to land and herd to have friends, but he does not go unloved. He is a father to many offspring, including Silver Strike, son of Silverwyte, and Flame, daughter of Moondance. Moondance was his partner for several years, but passed away after birthing Flame--Darkstar's youngest child. Silverwyte was with the Council Rock herd for two years, but she relocated to the Heartland herd for reasons of her own before Silver Strike was born. Darkstar regrets the loss of both mates, for he loved them, but he isn't one to let that interfere with his responsibilities to the living herdmembers. They all respect him, including the males he allows to stay on his land, and as long as things remain thus, all is well in Darkstar's mind.
Silver Strike Silver Strike is the adolescent colt of Silverwyte by Darkstar. Striker takes after his dam in most ways, being of Shire type and sharing her markings: a jagged silver blaze down the front of the face, silver mane and tail tuft, and silver horsefeathers. Those have their beginning just below his knees (in the front) and hocks (in the back). His short beard, too, is silver. Unlike dam and sire, however, Striker's body coat is sleekly black. He has his father's noble bearing and keen blue eyes, though Striker's are a lighter shade. His horn is black, finely spiraled with a single vein of silver. As a Shire type, he is very tall--16.5hh at the withers; and muscular. He could haul his own great body weight and then some if he had to. Bulk aside, he is agile, swift, and sure-footed. With hooves the size of dinner plates, it would be hard for him to miss the ground!
Striker's personality is generally mild and inquisitive. He has a clear-cut sense of right and wrong and does his utmost best to avoid the latter. He doesn't see himself as a leader and has ambition only to be a good soul. He likes to learn and will converse in either the common speech of the body or the subtle speech of the heart with any entity willing to share its secrets. He is friendly, but too introspective to be considered particularly outgoing. He is a thinker, not a doer.
His warm heart has earned Striker many friends in his herd and others, including his half-sister, Flame. He will continue to make many more. He is not particularly comfortable around females his own age, particularly those with an interest in him. His size, perhaps, makes him nervous about his potential to do harm. Otherwise, he just doesn't have the experience to give him confidence in dealing with them. His extroverted friend Dust Devil may tease him about it, but Striker shows no signs of losing his innocence any time soon. As far as he is concerned, the fillies had just better get used to it.
If it isn't mine, it belongs to someone else. If it isn't someone else's, it belongs to me.