WHEAT

35 Moons ― Male ― Heterosexual
Astralridge ― Guardian

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Like many wolves who found their home amongst the treacherous cliffs of Astralridge's territory, Wheat grew into a massive body thick with muscle. Large, even for a male; he is a hulking mass of bright blond and white with thick legs meant for strength and durability. The sheer thickness of his coat doesn't help his case either, easily rivaling some wooly creature of some kind without mercy or relief no matter the season. As such- he is heavy. Clumsily so. While his tail is at a good length for his body size, it doesn't help at all in the case of his clumsy paws- always looking like he's trying to walk on ice whenever something doesn't quite match his size. Not to mention the amount of scars hidden beneath all that fluff- good thing too, he wouldn't be able to make up enough believable stories as to how he got half of them without admitting to just 'falling down'.

He's not graceful nor does he hold much charm outside his blubbering self. But the wolf can shine with optimism, most often seen in his shameless tail wagging and oddly happy-looking face. He carries himself parallel with his moods, a bounce for his happy state or a slow trudge for sadness. He can't pull a pokerface for the life of him and when he tries, it looks like his literally malfunctioning. And if that's not enough to give him away, his tail will surely be the end of him or his fat-flat paws shuffling to-and-fro.

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By his nature, Wheat is a giant walking ball of emotion. Logic doesn't come to him easily and it definitely isn't able to influence him as completely as raw emotion. He is a beast of the heart, full of a swelling pride for what he believes to be right and all the more stubborn about changes his ways because of it. With an unwavering loyalty to Astralridge and a steadfast defiance against fear in general, some could call him foolish or truly lionhearted in the defense of his birth pack. He isn't one to shy away from a challenge nor is he one to leave the hardwork to others, it's a simple fact that he tries to take on most of the work himself if he can. While not a busybody per say, he does run on his guts when it comes to taking the harder challenges. Most of his scars are from this quirk of his and he is proud of every one of them.

With that said, he is a passionate brute. A lover of Astralridge and an obvious ferocity to those who'd threaten them. Kind to youngsters and pups, especially pups; he tries his hardest to be a 'gentleman'. Though it often ends with his blundering his way through situations like a one-legged turkey on a rampage. A natural goof with good intentions, or mostly at least; he has a tendency to try and coddle his fellow wolves no matter how old they are. He wants to protect, it's in his blood; and he tries ever hard to act on that instinct. In doing so, whatever he can't fix or convey with words he often ends up trying to follow physically with little to no shame in his actions. Body-language is far more important to one like him than anything else and it isn't a wonder as to how he can read that so much easier than the secrets behind words.

Yet, instead of being overly flamboyant or just plainly kittenish; Wheat is as innocent as they come. By some key in his DNA he can't bring himself to lie or pretend very easily. Even his actions have a much higher tendency of having simple meaning behind them. Perhaps a bit clumsy in that matter, it doesn't stop him from trying to show-off in some on-hand ways of 'trying to be a role-model'. A goal in life really, one that he strives for no matter how difficult it happens to be. But he's sweet to those that matter, hardly one to shy away from the role of a 'shield'; self-sacrificing some might say whether inside the Kingdom or out.

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Pup

The first of five, the largest and quite definitely the strongest- Wheat was born the sturdiest of his four siblings. The eldest brother to one brother and three sisters, the pride of his father and the dependable one to his mother. He was a rambunctious ball of energy, endless trying to chew on his brother's ears while using his sisters as pillows much to the amusement of his mother. Quite frankly, he doesn't remember much other than that from his puphood, aside from repeatedly being brought back to the den by his father after adventuring too far out. Something both his parents found endlessly entertaining given how wobbly his legs were or that he couldn't quite see as well as the older wolves. Obviously it was never enough to stop him and with a lively bunch of pups to watch over, his mother certainly didn't have enough attention to keep him out of trouble though she tried her hardest.

Greenhorn

His life as a pup had been overly simple. No plagues to steal his siblings, no fights between his parents (a little too much love for his young tastes though), and nothing to threaten them into adulthood faster than necessary. Which left Wheat and his siblings to grow into their Greenhorn statuses with an overabundance of youthful energy. Children, all of them; so full of themselves and always trying to outplay each other. It was a comforting sight to his mentor, or so the burly male had often told the young Wheat; laughing into the air in most of his memories about how this was how young wolves were supposed to be. Of course, that only encouraged young Wheat- more so when a rivalry built up between him, his brother, and the eldest of his younger sisters. Several times they tried to outshine each other, his mentor always encouraging this; leading them to foolish follies.

Several times more did they end up with scars that wouldn't heal right due to their relentless attempts, more times than he'd like to count he'd heard a lecture from the Astralridge Corvidae of the time. He'd been a regular to the medicine den sometime in the height of young youth- yet always he found himself laughing alongside his mentor as they'd recount the events (after he'd get a second scolding of course). A wiser mentor might have warned him off the path but his mentor still encouraged it, nurturing the wolf's brazen bravery. That bravery that would evolve to the iron-bound stubbornness of fearlessness. Definitely a foolish move for a foolish youth but Wheat was none the wiser, wouldn't even change it if he had the chance to go back in time.

Guardian

Whether out of luck or love from the Stars or pure sturdiness, Wheat survived his Greenhorn apprenticeship alongside his siblings. While his body grew out in his youth, by the time he'd been acknowledged as a full-fledged Guardian he'd grown into a hulking mass of a mountain wolf. Supremely proud in his heritage, his parents ever prouder of all their pups. Their fellow former Greenhorns celebrated with them with their still-rambunctious play, they never did grow out of that; creating bonds that would strengthen them to their Kingdom. For Wheat, it was the time he'd meet the first crush he'd meet, a pretty female who reminded him of a quartz rock.

Following his duties as faithfully as any follower, Wheat was determined to prove himself worthy of protecting their home. Keeping to his foolish endeavors, now inflamed by his one-sided love; he went out of his way to throw himself into dangerous situations. Close-border patrols, brawls with mountain lions, hunting the wily bighorns in their territory among the cliffs- you name it, he did it. Yet for all his courage he could never find a time to show his affections outside his clumsy attempts at being 'friendly'. Always making a fool of himself in front of her while trying to seem brave or otherwise competent always left him with bruises and more than a few lasting scars to further decorate underneath the fluff.

Moons would pass and, at times; he'd find himself lost in his endeavors. But he'd persevere, it was all he knew; even as he found his crush eyeing another wolf. His attempts too impress her, to woo her, all ended the same (some worse than others) as before: leaving him looking like an utter fool. It didn't help that he didn't quite know how to be 'romantic', let alone anything less than a bumbling sheep going headfirst into a rock at social events... something his brother and younger sisters often teased him with. His youngest sister was kind enough to offer a shoulder for him to wallow in despair on. That seemed to be a growing theme as his affections turned more and more fruitless.

But, as fate would have it; his emotional state was hardly satisfying for whatever cruel twist of fate nature pulled on them. On the verge of finally giving up after moons of trying and failing, making a name (unknown to him) for himself; a plague struck Astralridge. Rampant as a forest fire in a drought, wolves were falling left and right. By sheer dumb luck, Wheat managed to survive a bout with it... but his brother had not. After him, his mother. Then his father. Two of his sisters caught it but only one survived, the oldest of the trio. The middle sister was gone. A horrid time that left them without an alpha, without a Corvidae, without hope and only an indescribable fear against something he could couldn't crush with his jaws. His crush managed to avoid the sickness altogether, something he thanked the Stars for day-in and day-out, but he had focused himself on protecting his sisters after that time. The oldest and youngest of the girls became his priority, his new alpha barely trumping them.

For the first time in his moons of existence, he never thought he'd find something so devastating and so terrifying- and now he was determined to protect them for as long as breath flowed through his lungs.

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Mother: Moonstone (decease) ― Father: Ram (deceased) ― Siblings: Brother (decease), Sister (deceased), 2 Living Sisters
Notes: He did (does still) have a crush on a female wolf in Astralridge.