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Dalrosk
Dalrosk is a strange black; primarily a slightly faded matte shade, most of his hide looks like velvet that's been left out in the sun too long. Along his back, however, a stripe of fresh, glossy darkness grows, extending down his flanks in rough patches. there is also a patch of darkness that is shaped like a very vague sideways heart across his eye, and another patch on the back of his neck. More glossy-dark patches sit on his shoulders, tail, and his lower left hock. These are only visible in light; in shadow, the whole hide looks dark. His shape is fairly light for a wher, with shorter then average wings.
Dalrosk wears a thick black leather collar, padded on the inside to prevent chafing with black fleece. It's also soft on his neck, which he seems to love. Affixed to the leather are decorative strips of colored leather; paradoxically, these strips are pink. The rest of the collar is studded with blunt spikes, completely for decoration; Dalroia commissioned it at a gather 10 years ago, and Dalrosk thinks it's very smart.
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Hatching Messages
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Personality
Dalrosk is generally a very patient creature. He is calm and relatively friendly; he'll tolerate strangers [unless he's explicitly guarding], and he likes people he's been introduced to. He seems especially fond of children and young things— he'll tolerate creatures of youth climbing all over him with the long-suffering patience of someone who deals with it regularly. He hasn't got quite as much patience when things are older and should know better, but he usually won't snap or resort to violence of any kind.
He's a very affectionate wher; he likes being touched and scratched and bathed and rubbed.. he absolutely loves it when his wing-joints are massaged, and scratches under the chin are some of his favorite things— but only from his very favorite people, of course. Not just anyone can touch him; he doesn't like that. But Dalroia, she can touch him whenever he wants, and some of her closer friends can to, if they really want.
He;s not very independent; he likes to be around people, even if it's not Dal. He likes following her around best, of course, but if she's busy, he'll wander out of his den and trundle off after the first person he finds. It's disconcerting, having a large black male wher wandering after you as placid as any lamb.
He's very vocal— he'll chirp, chirrup, croon, mutter, grumble, and all of that, to anyone. He'll bespeak only a few people, in relatively short bursts of words, but Dalrioa is not the only one who's privy to his thoughts or vocalizations.
If he absolutely can't find anyone to give him attention, he'll wander off and do his own thing. He enjoys digging, and hiding things. Anything that's within reach that he can lift and carry, he will take back to his den, if no one's around to stop him. Likewise, he'll dig large wallow holes and lay in them whenever possible. He seems to like soft things, and Dalrioa has provided him with several thick, soft blankets for him to sleep on— this thrills him entirely.
Dalrosk seems very fond of cats, possibly because he hatched within the lifetime of Dalroia's last cat, who used his face as a pillow for the duration of her lifetime. Mixer has taken up this habit, and is usually sleeping on the wher somehow, duri
Mindvoice
Thick, pleasant, slightly chilly and echoing as if backed by the deeps of space.
Credits
| Name | Dalrosk |
| Dam | Lost |
| Sire | Lost |
| Created By | Me! |
| Impressee | Dalroia |
