Alias: Seb
Age: 15
Way of contact: ediblecrayonz7 -AIM

Name: Theron
Age: 4
Species: coyote
Gender: male

Appearance:
Theron is the typical coyote, his coat being comprised of mixtures of blacks, grey,s and tans, the most vivid of these being, of course, the grey. From his tail extending onto his back and encircling his golden eyes the grey stands forth, while his legs and ears hold the beige coloring. Tipping his tail, ears, and spread subtly throughout black emerges, adding a slight varriation. On his underside a creamy white fades from the common grey hues, extending down his inner legs and up his throat.

His frame is far from large, actually lying on the lower end of the average scale. Lanky legs support his undersized body, rendering him rather quick on the draw; while he does not possess brute force he does pack enough punch to prove fatal if led by an agile attack. Likewise his bodies length is slightly elongated, spreading what little bulk he has both out and up.

History:
Theron and his sister, Jaina were born only days after all Hell broke loose, born just in time to see many a pack member around them slowly seap into insanity, they not being infected themselves by some freak miracle. Alas their luck was not carried by their mother, for soon she as well became a ravenous beast like so many before her. Her decline was not as swift as the other's had been, however, rather the Infection took it's time while spreading, and as a result her milk was contaminated in the process.

His sister had always been stronger and larger, eager to squable over the least little thing. Because of this she always demanded the first chance at their nursing mother, and thusly unwittingly suckled much of the infection right from the sick coyote, while the tiny whelp Theron was left to look on whistfully from the corner. Soon enough both daughter and mother sunk deep into a violent stuppor, their derangement increasingly daily until finally it happened.

The pack turned on one another, their tainted blood ignighting a bloodlust that could only be quenched by the flesh of their companions. From out of the mouth of the den he watched as one by one his brethren killed themselves off, leaving only he and Jaina trapped together in a confined space. Within a blink of an eye she was on him, her blunt puppy teeth grappling for a hold on his throat though having to settle for the less fatal shoulder meat. With many a cut and much loss of blood he stumbled from his den, managing a slim escape into the inhospitable walls of the city.

It was here that he met a collie mother who, by the grace of the stars, took the battered pup in along side her own two youths. Alas his wounds soon grew infected and he was faced with yet another trial, though this too he too managed to overcome without death or contaminated by the disease that had destroyed his family. Under the supervision of his adoptive mother he was raised until her life came to an end as well, though far from as tragic for her demise came from, a much more natural, old age. At this point the two dogs went on their way while the wild drive of the coyote sent Theron off on a different quest intirely, a quest that would end with the formation of a pack and the potential for a future.

[-] loner
[x] pack
pack name: Fouke

(this is far from my best work, but I'm kinda in a hurry)