Lynx Vasatros Wanderer Done

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I headed back to the fence,hoping that perhaps the fence was no longer live. Dawn light trickled through the forest as I walked, tired from a restless sleep in that den. I listened to the fence and found, much to my happiness, that it was silent. I won't be spending another night outside I thought in relief, sliding under the fence and heading back to my little shack that I'd grown up in all my life. "Where have you been? I was so worried" My mother cried, throwing her arms around me. "I'm sorry, mom, I was out hunting and I got caught on the other side of the fence. It won't happen again." I said. "It had better not, now, get upstairs and bathe, you're filthy" She said, shoving me up the stairs towards a cold bath.

Months went by before I saw my wolf pup again. He'd grown quite a bit and his fur had become glossy and pure white. I smiled when I saw Bandit again. He didn't remember me and growled when he saw me. "Nice to see you too" I said under my breath. The wolf approached me wearily and stared me down. I tried to convey in my eyes that i wasn't going to hurt him. He snarled at me and turned, darting off into the woods. Thus became our relationship; him approaching till he was almost close enough to touch, then he'd meet my gaze for a few moments before snarling and running off. A few times I managed to get him to take some food but never out of my hand. It always had to be left a ways away from me otherwise Bandit wouldn't eat it.

Summer turned to fall then to winter and the winter was a cold one. Exploring became harder and snow fell fast and thick, covering the ground in a thick layer of white. I went into the forest, intent on finding something interesting to do, and that was when I found out just how much Bandit actually cared. I was exploring and had come across a jack rabbit that I startled out of it's burrow. It took off across the snow and I shot at it with my bow, hitting it in the chest. Blood speckled the snow like raindrops and the rabbit gave a squeak before going silent forever. I approached the rabbit and picked it up, not really sure of what to do with it. I knew I'd have to cook it because there was no point in wasting it. Suddenly, from behind me, I heard a snarl and when i turned, I came face to face with a Lynx. This is ironic, Lynx coming face to face with an actual lynx. I thought before the lynx lunged for the jack rabbit. "Get away, Mine." I cried, pulling out my knife. I fought with the lynx for a few moments before it managed to over power me and clawed at me. I remembered suddenly that out here I was fair game and I put up my arms to defend myself. Suddenly, i heard a ferocious snarling sound and the lynx screeched in surprise as a white shape barreled into it. My blood speckled the ground around me as the lynx and Bandit fought before Bandit sent the big cat howling and running. I tried to sit up but I felt light-headed from blood loss. I laid back down but Bandit kept nipping at me, trying to keep me awake.

I woke to find the wolf beside me. I couldn't believe it, Bandit had saved my life. He'd attacked that Lynx and had sent it running screeching. I tried to sit up but found that I was sore and couldn't really move. I groaned and laid back down. "If only you could understand me and go get help at home" I mumbled. The wolf sat up, scenting the air before padding away into the forest. Now where's he going? I thought. I closed my eyes and fell back asleep, still feeling weak.

I floated in and out of consciousness as Bandit went off into the woods and was not expecting the person he brought back with him. My mom. I opened my hazel eyes and looked at her as she scooped me up like she used to when I was like five and carried me back home, the wolf following. At the fence however, the wolf didn't follow. I realized then that it couldn't, it had been one thing for it to go find my mother but it was another thing for it to come home with us. He was a wild animal after all.

All is healed, all is health

It took a few days before I was well enough to go back into the forest but when I was, I immediately searched for Bandit. He was waiting for me where I'd slept that one night in the summer when I'd been caught out of the district. He sniffed me but was still weary. "I know, you don't trust me fully yet but I want you to know that I'm thankful to you. You saved my life" I said, knowing he probably didn't understand me but it felt good to at least say thank you. Weak late winter sunlight shone through the canopy, making the thick snow sparkle. It was beautiful. If I hadn't known Bandit was there I probably would have missed him, he blended in with the snow almost perfectly.

When the snows melted and Summer returned, I decided to leave the district. I always felt bad leaving Bandit at the fence whenever I had to go home. I told my mother and she seemed to understand. "You be safe, alright my little wolf" She said, hugging me. I nodded, gathering up the things I would need to survive in the forest. I packed my knife, a sleeping bag, some warm clothes, a small, one man tent, and some flint for fire starting. "I'll miss you mom. I love you" I said before padding out the door and darting to the fence. Bandit waited for me and together, we ran off into the forest.

High summer holds the earth

Living with Bandit has taught me many things. I've become a very self-sufficient person who knows how to survive and hunt on their own, as well, I've learned what it means to be loyal. I've learned most of it from Bandit, who's been a great teacher. He's stayed with me throughout my wandering times and has helped me to find food during the winter. Mind you he's still somewhat weary of me, not ever being able to get over being a wild animal but I don't mind, it's what makes our bond so special.

I discovered early on in my traveling times that I am deathly afraid of snakes. Luckily, Bandit's taken care of the few snakes we've come across, killing them, although, one time he was bitten. I was so scared that the snake was venomous it wasn't even funny. I remember watching as Bandit rested for a few days before he was well enough to continue. He'd been so brave to attack that snake. I don't know why I'm so afraid of snakes I just am, something about them makes me freeze up. Well, I guess we all have our weaknesses. Snakes just happen to be mine.

Only recently have I discovered my passion for exploring. What can I say, I'm curious about everything I come across and that curiousity has almost gotten me killed a few times. Heh heh. I've found caves and I've even been to district thirteen, it's not ruins like the capitol would have us believe, it's actually quite a well oiled machine of a district, the Capitol should watch it's back. I stayed with them for a while but I'm an explorer, someone who's not meant to live underground plus Bandit was prohibited from entering the district otherwise he would be shot on sight. If anything happened to him, I would never be the same. Anyways, I also love to tell stories. Bandit is a good listener and he seems to enjoy it whenever I tell them. On cold nights, it's as if he knows that I'm not going to be as warm and will usually snuggle next to me, keeping me nice and warm. I can think of no better way to live than this way, out here in these wide open spaces, living off the land like the wolves have done for some many years.

Speaking of other wolves, Bandit and I have come across a few packs in our wanderings, usually they're wary of us and won't come anywhere near us, however, this one pack came right up to us. I've learned from Bandit how to act a little bit like a wolf and I know the respectful greeting of an alpha. The alpha sniffed me and I wasn't sure if he'd accept me but much to my surprise, he didn't attack me, he just seemed curious. Bandit isn't a pack wolf, he's a lot like me in that he prefers solitude to company. I guess you could say, we're the perfect match.

With food, I've learned not to be such a picky eater. I can survive a few days without eating much however, anything I do eat must be cooked well over a campfire. With any hunt, I usually leave the entrails for Bandit cuz I know that those are his favorite. Speaking of hunting, I've also learned a lot about that from Bandit, in fact we have our own little hunting technique, Bandit tracks, I chase the pray, and Bandit kills, unless I have my bow in which case Bandit just tracks the pray and chases it to me. We've made a silent agreement that if I have my bow, I kill. We make a good team.

Hearts all whole

If you asked me what I looked like, I would say that not much has changed about me. I've still got the hazel eyes and the dark hair although my hair is usually a bit of a mess now, considering I don't have a comb or anything but whatever. One thing that has changed though is that I'm not as clumsy as I used to be. I don't trip over my own two feet and I'm actually quite graceful If you want to call being like a wolf graceful. I've grown a bit of stubble on my cheeks because of course, the one thing I forgot to pack when I left my little shack in district 12 was a razor. I know I fail. The stubble though, surprisingly, doesn't bother me that much. I actually kind of like the stubble, it makes me feel more like a man than a boy. My face is very angular, an angular jaw and a nice nose. Not to brag or anything but my nose is quite nice. It's not huge but it's not tiny either, in fact it's quite proportional to the rest of my face.

Beneath my nose are my lips. The bottom lip is slightly larger that the top lip but whatever, who really cares about appearance when you live in the forest. I certainly don't and I don't think Bandit does either At least I hope he doesn't. My body has become lean, any baby fat I used to have is gone from surviving and my body has learned how to get the most out of every piece of food it gets, you never know when your next meal will be out here. My stomach is pretty much flat, with maybe a bit of ab but mostly it's just flat. Sometimes, if food is scarce, I can count my ribs under my sun-tanned skin. I know that's probably not a good sign, but I'm thankful I'm like that instead of fat like the Capitolites who stuff themselves so full, they feel the need to vomit just to fill there stomachs again. It's sick and wrong. As you can tell, I don't think very highly of the people who run this country. Anyways, Bandit has grown too. He's no longer the scrawny little pup I met three years ago, he's a good size, he'd be taller than me if he put his paws on my shoulders and stood on his hind paws which is huge considering I'm at least six foot one inches tall.

During the winter months, my weight can vary anywhere from 180-200lbs depending on the food supply although during the summer I tend to even out around 200lbs. That's a good weight for me. Especially considering how much protein I eat, not to say that I don't eat fruits, I do, but only when I find them. I don't go out of my way to eat berries or fruits, I had an incident with rotten berries about a year ago and got sick don't ask. I don't store them because they don't keep for too long and usually by the time I need them, they're rotten so I just don't bother. I do wear clothes, despite what you may think. Usually, it's just a pair of loose fitting capree's and a tank top unless it's winter, during which time I will wear a pair of sweat pants and a thermal top which I brought with me when I left, although I seriously need to fix it or get a new one because it has holes galore in it. Usually on my hands is a pair of fingerless gloves which I traded for in one of the districts on my way through and on my feet are a pair of hiking boots which are slightly too small for me and sometimes hurt my feet. I don't have the resources though to buy a new pair and plus, if I need to, I've learned how to make mocassins, which were a popular choice of footwear for people who lived here long before Panem was created. I've heard they're quite comfortable. Anyways, I guess that's all there really is to tell about myself, Bandit and I had better get out of here before someone finds us and separates us. Bye fore now.

Sure on this shining Night

[Notes] Done yay^^

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This bio is beautifully written, but unfortunately some things I'm going to have to have you fix. I'll allow the taming of a wolf simply because he's a wanderer so that makes it more plausible; if he were still living in the district it wouldn't work. However, he can't have hunted outside the district; we've specified that there are strict rules against that, so he'd have to have just snuck out behind the fence for other reasons.

As for the wolf's perspective in the bio and not use it in future posts, I'm going to have to ask you to remove that just because this is a human RPG, therefore writing from the mind of an animal doesn't fit that distinction and I don't really want to set that precedent now and have to allow people to roleplay as animals in the future. So I apologize, but everything else looks wonderful!

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