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[06/23/2023]
Ahhh chesapeake is up and ready and open for RPs and collabs I'm so hyped for this mans!!!

Name: Chesapeake

Sex: Male - He/Him

Age: 01 Year, 4 months
(Born January 30th 2022)

Bloodline(s): Forest Steppe, Valley, Timber
Height: ( Above Average | 36" mature )

Weight: ( Above Average | 150 lbs mature )

Physical Description: Chesapeake was born into this world covered in a thick pelt that only continues to grow as he ages. His fur is soft and well groomed per the youth's liking. Though beneath his thick mop of fur he has a powerful and resiliant frame. His body was molded throughout his self taught moons and apprenticeship as a hunter, and that effort and determination now show in a towering and imposing physique. Chesapeake's head is blocky and his muzzle a touch shorter than average, though his strong teeth and a hard jaw strength can even take the youth at surprise. Despite this physique he is somewhat soffened as his fur becomes increasingly troublesome with age. In recent moons a thick stubborn range of fur frequantly swallows his sight like a persistant shroud. While a weighty and thick pelt continuously sprawls along his body day by day.
Rare Traits/Birth Traits: Yeti Mutation

Related Deficiencies:
Chesapeake is quite clumsy due to the extra fur on his paws, so balance and coordination have been a struggle for Chesapeke as his fur grows longer and a year of age comes to pass.
In recent moons a persistant veil of fur has bagun to bar his sight for vast swaths of time. Due to how the fur has grown around his face, his vision is constantly forced into a perception as if he gazes through a perpetual thorn thicket to the world around him.
Chesapeake has become very vulnerable to heat stroke as this summer passes over their heads. As a youth he had less of an issue, but as he grows his pelt traps more and more heat as the summer drags on. He finds repreave in shaded areas helpful, but he finds summer months rather taxing on his densely furred body.
Chesapeake's thick mop of fur can come increasingly heavy when water logged or covered in rain or snow. His fur is prone to grabbing leaf litter as he walks, and his pelt demands large swaths of time to pick his fur clean of the days' toils or the matting that seems a constant battle. His fur can become deshevaled easily, and when logged can easily weigh the wolf down. Though it utterly dominishes Chesapeake's ability to swim and causes him a phobia of the water. His fur does however provide extra barriers should Chesapeake fall, be attacked or be bitten. Others are more likely to get a mouth full of fur than Chesapeake himself.

Pack: Onni Pack

Rank: T1 Jager

Traits:

Positive Traits

[ Creative ] - [ Amiable ] - [ Jubilant ]

Negative Traits

[ Reactive ] - [ Simple-Minded ] - [ Vain ]

Personality:

Positive Traits

Creative: Chesapeake throughout his life has shown himself to be a vastly creative soul. Harbored in his youth as he crafted trinkets from bone or sticks to put on shows and games with his siblings. He as a young adult has begun to fine tune this craft. He has found a genuine outlet for the thrum of creative energy that coarse through his veins, and this growing skill is one the yearling prides himself in greatly. He for now retains his habit of gnawing on bone or sticks. Though he is one for diversity, and likes to try a little of everything life has to offer. This mentality towards the world around him has driven him to etch doodles in sand or damp earth with sticks when idle. Or to drift from one pack member to another with a more docile demeanor as he seeks others to chat with. Chesapeake has taken lately to wandering far afield with Roanoke to the borders of their territory, and this creative mindset he begun to itch a question in the back of his mind. A slow to juvenate wish to see the world beyond union grove and the lakeside in their sheltered forest glade. But the more sensible corner of his mind always replies, no, not quite yet.

Amiable:  Chesapeake has retained his general liking of others company as he ages. He still much like when in his youth will ask about the small doing of other pack mates' lives with a genuine curiosity. Chesapeake has a remarkable ability to keep a conversation going, and has been noted for his ability to take both others' criticisms and ideas and perspectives into account. He is a cooperative yearling and generally flourishes in the company of his friends and family. Chesapeake while more capable of spending some time alone, finds it hard to go more than a few days with only himself and his thoughts for company. Chesapeake however will not mope as much as he used to, instead at least trying to fill the time with his crafts or with someone new's company.
Jubilant: Chesapeake is a generally outgoing and happy creature in the long term. Much like in his puppy-hood, Chesapeake continues to genuinely think the best of others intentions. He tends to look at the world through a generally happy lenses, and as a result shows himself to be resilient and steadfast, though not impervious to mood swings or the occasional temper flare. Nonetheless Chesapeake tends to bounce back in time, and go at the world with a smile on his face. He generally celebrates and focuses on his victories rather than fixating on his failures.

Negative Traits
Reactive: Chesapeake's more docile but extroverted demeanor has the unintended consequence of making him very reactive. Chesapeake tends to take the world as it comes to him, rather than using his ambitions to make rightful situations or outcomes for himself. He is seemly adrift and at the mercy of the words' waves as he rolls along the surface of life. Chesapeake while able to talk with others struggles to initiate activities with others. He is not the first to express a wish to join in, rather silently wishing to until either fate or chance merely elects him. Chesapeake is a very dopey wolf with a go with the flow attitude, but he tends to wonder why more opportunities don't come tumbling his way.
Simple-Minded: Chesapeake is a simple creature at heart. He merely wishes to live as he has, and continue on the path he thinks is predestined for him. He feels he found his purpose in providing for his pack, hastily apprenticed and eventually became a Jager. Though with his goal now resting between his paws he begins to find himself doubtful. Chesapeake tends to skim along the surface level of his interactions, and while he can be engaging with his words he tends to loose his important points if it is a lengthy account.He struggles to get to the point of things, and this too effects his mental state so that he might take longer than average to quite grasp complex thoughts or concepts.
Vain: Though Chesapeake is a social butterfly, he in truth struggles to form deep and meaningful connections to others. Weather by fear of connection or by mere simple ignorance he struggles to grasp double meanings, or pick up on another's advance or back steps from him. Chesapeake still holds onto a high opinion of himself and takes pride in his physical appearance. He hates to get his paws truly dirty. If given the chose between a murky bog or tough mountainous terrain he would pick the latter to avoid soiling his looks.

Family:

Mother: Ruth | PC | Active

Father: Twig | PC | Unknown
Aunts/Uncles: WIP
Brother(s)/Sister(s):  Roanoke, Sphynx [NPC], Ghislaine, Razz and June Berry

Pre-Group History:

Before Conception
Winter winds carried wolves from far and wide and all walks of life to Onni for the annual festivities. Friedensfest brought wolves from all over the sanctuary to a single location, and the fates of two wolves in turn. Twig was a wolf from Kinder while Ruth was a vitiligo she-wolf born and raised among the Onni pack. It seemed they were as likely to meet a the stars and the earth, though despite the odds these two would meet and grow a brief fondness for one another. Over the course of Friedensfest they grew closer, before with an impulsive decision a litter of puppies was conceived. Throughout Friedensfest the two grew closer, but upon the festival's end they were forced to part ways. Chesapeake was born two months later in January among the snow swept dens of the Onni main den site.

Birth to 6 Months
Chesapeake was born one of six puppies, though it seemed from the first day his pelt would begin to outgrow his siblings around him. The first six moons if Chesapeake's upbringing was rather wholesome all and all. No major disagreements nor arguments found his ears from among his siblings. While a wide and vibrant late winter awaited the curious puppy's paws. Though Chesapeake's stout body was overly shaggy, at the time he just assumed he had a lot of growing to do in the meantime. As he aged and his pelt still yet grew Chesapeake set himself to merely just go with the flow. Should Ghislaine approach him to pester an adult about the notch in their ear to learn it's origin? He was happy to come along. Would a sunny day melt snow from the land to reveal lush grass underneath? Chesapeake was all for soaking in the day and taking things easy. This puppy tended to just soak up life like a sponge, never denying an opportunity to interact with family o meet others among the Onni pack. As spring came and bled into summer, the four month old began to pick up doodling in the form of drawing in the mud with sticks in his jaws to pass time. All the while his mind began to coax a liking for the hunters, and a growing wish to become a hunter himself one day. Still Chesapeake merely coasted along and let the days blend together. Should he meet a perceived loner a try his best to chase it off the territory? Only for him to learn moments later that this August was a prospective member to their pack? "Welcome along, no hard feelings, yeah?"
As Chesapeake neared six moons of age he found his life accelerated in away, as if the days and moons that passed him by were but a blink, and if he were to do so again it felt like sunrises more would pass like a summer breeze. As summer continued Chesapeake would have outings with family, meet extended relatives, learn expansive lore of Onni's past and even try his paw at swimming. Though perhaps too rashly, for the yeti puppy's pelt drug him beneath the waves. Chesapeake felt as close to death as he ever wanted to be as the fur ball was at last faced with some consequence to one of his swiping decisions. Though by Ghislaine's retrieval of August he was saved from drowning and taken to a Mender.
Chesapeake was taken to Jade, a mender for the pack who looked the water logged yeti wolf over for any wounds. Though not wounded physically, Chesapeake would grow a fear of the waves as he grew into his adolescence. Still it didn't keep the spunky puppy down for long. Before long Chesapeake was back to his antics with family and the wider pack. What came as occasional prodding questions to the Jagers around him grew to a genuine interest the art of hunting. In the quiet hours before sleep Chesapeake continued to gnaw bone and antlers to shape them into crude half remembered shapes he associated with the animals he had eaten before. He enacted doofy imaginary scenarios in his mind where he would become a grand hunter, and earn a name among Onni for himself. Though these imaginings became reality when thick furred paws carried him after local rabbits or squirrels he could spot. He found a quick liking to the hunt prick his mind, and his creative and imaginative outlook on life aided him in capturing these critters in unique ways. Though self taught he showed a keen aptitude for the hunt, and he set his eyes on Jager as his rightful eventual task.

6 Months to 1 Year
As six moons came and went for Chesapeake he really started to hit a growth spurt. Though his fur continued to outgrow him, going him a pelt that appeared to fit an ever growing adult rather than a puppy fresh into adolescence. Despite the fur that began to shroud his eyes and showed no sign of relent, Chesapeake narrowed his focus onto his newfound passion. Though he still made time to spend with his siblings, he found his paws carry him afield at night when others were asleep. His gaze contemplative as he stargazed in the nights of his adolescent. He still chased his creative itch by doodling in the dirt with sticks in his mouth, though he was a few hints more adept as he aged. Despite this he noted a stark change in Roanoke, she seemed more amiable than in her puppyhood. Her jaded and aloof demeanor in recent moons seemed to relax a hare. As if she was slowly but surely finding her own paws. Chesapeake and Roanoke made several outings to the borders f the territory during their youth, each time his leucistic sister noted the other's improving skill with growing successful catches with subsequent journeys.
Though at times the lore keepers would watch over them, they found themselves slow to draw to one another, at first by Chesapeake making jests and annoying his sister, though in time he seemed to grow on the leucistic she-puppy. As autumn came to tan the forest leaves Chesapeake found great amusement in smashing the pumpkins around the sanctuary for fun or hunting practice. When prey seemed hard to find he would often distract himself by instead making these gourds the targets. For a time it was fun, until he crushed into one directly, and his pelt was sledged with pumpkin innards. He quickly stopped after that, but kept up his self-taught lessons in hunting. Though he knew not the technical terms of a hunter's crouch or the right way to keep his body as to not make noise when in motion. He instead learned by proxy or observation of the jagers and listened intently to their hunting tales with siren like rapture. Despite his self taught nature Chesapeake was growing to be a talented hunter, though as the first signs of snow began to show once more, his yeti fur began to truly effect his livelyhood. It was a gradual overtaking, though before Chesapeake knew it his eyes were shrouded by persistent fur that sprouted from his face and around his eyes to blend in with his neck ruff. His entire frame was more rounded by the fur at this point, and while a burly and powerful physique lay under it, Chesapeake's fur gave him a rather soft and dopey physicality despite his sheer height.
As autumn waxed and waned, Chesapeake continued his outings with Roanoke, though he also made plenty strictly by himself. Whenever Roanoke was dead asleep and he was unable to rouse her, he simply drifted along with the breeze to explore the territory alone. Though the siblings had nearly mapped the territory in their minds, there were still pockets of hidden beauty Chesapeake wanted to explore before the snow set in. So he st out, with or without Roanoke. Though when in solitude he found that prickling wonder creep into his mind again. For the majority of his life so far Chesapeake thought being a hunter would make him proud, would help him find notoriety and some sort of recognition among his ranks. Though as he tried and succeeded in the end, he was noting a change in recent sunrises. Time and time again his fur would prevent him, weather by tripping him mid sprint, or by shielding his eyes in inconvenient times had begun to hinder his progress. He went from a rising star to what he felt was like an icy standstill. One that gave the yeti adolescent puppy shivers along his spine burred under layer after layer of heavy fur pelt. He once again began to feel the prick of curiosity to the world, though at first he couldn't place what it was. He kept these thoughts quiet while he worked his emotions out. Though time and time again he found himself far afield simply wandering the fields and woodlands at night. Weather by sleep walking or willingly snuck from the den he always returned. Along with a reoccurring question. I'm doind what i'm meant to do, right?
Though winter seeped into his pelt and the hunting was a rather mixed jumble now days. What once he felt he was near flawless at he found a great struggle doing. In recent times his fur in one way or another hindered his progress. He perhaps blew one too many deer hunts after he took his task as Jager. Perhaps it was all internal and his thoughts had no bearing towards the others thoughts. Though Chesapeake couldn't help but feel a strange reluctance to continue his task. He blamed his fur for his progression halt, and though he tried and tried to participate in hunt after hunt. They increasingly ended out the same as winter set in full. He kept failing at the task he once found great pride doing, but, if not a hunter, the what else was there? In a last ditch effort Chesapeake set himself to finding a mentor throughout Friedensfest, and to his surprise and joy he was taken under the wing of Konstantin. A night black wolf with sun streaks on his back, ears and snout. White flecked his tail tip, throat and face and a canvas of scars racked his pelt from his past years.

1 Year to Present
Under the mentorship of Konstantin, Chesapeake found a new wave of success with his dream of being a hunter. He was shown proper hunting technique, and given tips and pointers to avoid his continuously growing fur to be as least a problem as possible. Over the course of Friendensfest Chesapeake showed some measure of success, though by no fault of his own his questing bangs and fur hurdled him time and time again. By the end of his apprenticeship he was feeling a bit more well off. Ready at last to give a proper try with the new skills he had acquired from Konstantin. As spring overthre the winter chill Chesapeake once again set his drifting mind to work. He tried his best and gave his task as Jager everything he had. Though he still finds himself walking alone or with Roanoke at night. The two, or he alone expressing to the stars a subtle wish to venture beyond the territory. Roanoke is the only wolf alive who knows Chesapeake's silent wish to explore, though stay he will, for his family, for Onni, the pack who raised him and gave him a childhood as trouble free as it could be. He was still afraid of water, still struggled with what he might truly want in life with his fur's constant hindrance. Though he supposed he would get those answers in time. He had all the time in the world, after all.

Group History/Activity Log:
WIP

Extra: (Anything else you want to add that doesn't fit in the above sections. Stats, likes/dislikes, etc.)
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Description

[06/23/2023]
Ahhh chesapeake is up and ready and open for RPs and collabs I'm so hyped for this mans!!!

Name: Chesapeake

Sex: Male - He/Him

Age: 01 Year, 4 months
(Born January 30th 2022)

Bloodline(s): Forest Steppe, Valley, Timber
Height: ( Above Average | 36" mature )

Weight: ( Above Average | 150 lbs mature )

Physical Description: Chesapeake was born into this world covered in a thick pelt that only continues to grow as he ages. His fur is soft and well groomed per the youth's liking. Though beneath his thick mop of fur he has a powerful and resiliant frame. His body was molded throughout his self taught moons and apprenticeship as a hunter, and that effort and determination now show in a towering and imposing physique. Chesapeake's head is blocky and his muzzle a touch shorter than average, though his strong teeth and a hard jaw strength can even take the youth at surprise. Despite this physique he is somewhat soffened as his fur becomes increasingly troublesome with age. In recent moons a thick stubborn range of fur frequantly swallows his sight like a persistant shroud. While a weighty and thick pelt continuously sprawls along his body day by day.
Rare Traits/Birth Traits: Yeti Mutation

Related Deficiencies:
Chesapeake is quite clumsy due to the extra fur on his paws, so balance and coordination have been a struggle for Chesapeke as his fur grows longer and a year of age comes to pass.
In recent moons a persistant veil of fur has bagun to bar his sight for vast swaths of time. Due to how the fur has grown around his face, his vision is constantly forced into a perception as if he gazes through a perpetual thorn thicket to the world around him.
Chesapeake has become very vulnerable to heat stroke as this summer passes over their heads. As a youth he had less of an issue, but as he grows his pelt traps more and more heat as the summer drags on. He finds repreave in shaded areas helpful, but he finds summer months rather taxing on his densely furred body.
Chesapeake's thick mop of fur can come increasingly heavy when water logged or covered in rain or snow. His fur is prone to grabbing leaf litter as he walks, and his pelt demands large swaths of time to pick his fur clean of the days' toils or the matting that seems a constant battle. His fur can become deshevaled easily, and when logged can easily weigh the wolf down. Though it utterly dominishes Chesapeake's ability to swim and causes him a phobia of the water. His fur does however provide extra barriers should Chesapeake fall, be attacked or be bitten. Others are more likely to get a mouth full of fur than Chesapeake himself.

Pack: Onni Pack

Rank: T1 Jager

Traits:

Positive Traits

[ Creative ] - [ Amiable ] - [ Jubilant ]

Negative Traits

[ Reactive ] - [ Simple-Minded ] - [ Vain ]

Personality:

Positive Traits

Creative: Chesapeake throughout his life has shown himself to be a vastly creative soul. Harbored in his youth as he crafted trinkets from bone or sticks to put on shows and games with his siblings. He as a young adult has begun to fine tune this craft. He has found a genuine outlet for the thrum of creative energy that coarse through his veins, and this growing skill is one the yearling prides himself in greatly. He for now retains his habit of gnawing on bone or sticks. Though he is one for diversity, and likes to try a little of everything life has to offer. This mentality towards the world around him has driven him to etch doodles in sand or damp earth with sticks when idle. Or to drift from one pack member to another with a more docile demeanor as he seeks others to chat with. Chesapeake has taken lately to wandering far afield with Roanoke to the borders of their territory, and this creative mindset he begun to itch a question in the back of his mind. A slow to juvenate wish to see the world beyond union grove and the lakeside in their sheltered forest glade. But the more sensible corner of his mind always replies, no, not quite yet.

Amiable:  Chesapeake has retained his general liking of others company as he ages. He still much like when in his youth will ask about the small doing of other pack mates' lives with a genuine curiosity. Chesapeake has a remarkable ability to keep a conversation going, and has been noted for his ability to take both others' criticisms and ideas and perspectives into account. He is a cooperative yearling and generally flourishes in the company of his friends and family. Chesapeake while more capable of spending some time alone, finds it hard to go more than a few days with only himself and his thoughts for company. Chesapeake however will not mope as much as he used to, instead at least trying to fill the time with his crafts or with someone new's company.
Jubilant: Chesapeake is a generally outgoing and happy creature in the long term. Much like in his puppy-hood, Chesapeake continues to genuinely think the best of others intentions. He tends to look at the world through a generally happy lenses, and as a result shows himself to be resilient and steadfast, though not impervious to mood swings or the occasional temper flare. Nonetheless Chesapeake tends to bounce back in time, and go at the world with a smile on his face. He generally celebrates and focuses on his victories rather than fixating on his failures.

Negative Traits
Reactive: Chesapeake's more docile but extroverted demeanor has the unintended consequence of making him very reactive. Chesapeake tends to take the world as it comes to him, rather than using his ambitions to make rightful situations or outcomes for himself. He is seemly adrift and at the mercy of the words' waves as he rolls along the surface of life. Chesapeake while able to talk with others struggles to initiate activities with others. He is not the first to express a wish to join in, rather silently wishing to until either fate or chance merely elects him. Chesapeake is a very dopey wolf with a go with the flow attitude, but he tends to wonder why more opportunities don't come tumbling his way.
Simple-Minded: Chesapeake is a simple creature at heart. He merely wishes to live as he has, and continue on the path he thinks is predestined for him. He feels he found his purpose in providing for his pack, hastily apprenticed and eventually became a Jager. Though with his goal now resting between his paws he begins to find himself doubtful. Chesapeake tends to skim along the surface level of his interactions, and while he can be engaging with his words he tends to loose his important points if it is a lengthy account.He struggles to get to the point of things, and this too effects his mental state so that he might take longer than average to quite grasp complex thoughts or concepts.
Vain: Though Chesapeake is a social butterfly, he in truth struggles to form deep and meaningful connections to others. Weather by fear of connection or by mere simple ignorance he struggles to grasp double meanings, or pick up on another's advance or back steps from him. Chesapeake still holds onto a high opinion of himself and takes pride in his physical appearance. He hates to get his paws truly dirty. If given the chose between a murky bog or tough mountainous terrain he would pick the latter to avoid soiling his looks.

Family:

Mother: Ruth | PC | Active

Father: Twig | PC | Unknown
Aunts/Uncles: WIP
Brother(s)/Sister(s):  Roanoke, Sphynx [NPC], Ghislaine, Razz and June Berry

Pre-Group History:

Before Conception
Winter winds carried wolves from far and wide and all walks of life to Onni for the annual festivities. Friedensfest brought wolves from all over the sanctuary to a single location, and the fates of two wolves in turn. Twig was a wolf from Kinder while Ruth was a vitiligo she-wolf born and raised among the Onni pack. It seemed they were as likely to meet a the stars and the earth, though despite the odds these two would meet and grow a brief fondness for one another. Over the course of Friedensfest they grew closer, before with an impulsive decision a litter of puppies was conceived. Throughout Friedensfest the two grew closer, but upon the festival's end they were forced to part ways. Chesapeake was born two months later in January among the snow swept dens of the Onni main den site.

Birth to 6 Months
Chesapeake was born one of six puppies, though it seemed from the first day his pelt would begin to outgrow his siblings around him. The first six moons if Chesapeake's upbringing was rather wholesome all and all. No major disagreements nor arguments found his ears from among his siblings. While a wide and vibrant late winter awaited the curious puppy's paws. Though Chesapeake's stout body was overly shaggy, at the time he just assumed he had a lot of growing to do in the meantime. As he aged and his pelt still yet grew Chesapeake set himself to merely just go with the flow. Should Ghislaine approach him to pester an adult about the notch in their ear to learn it's origin? He was happy to come along. Would a sunny day melt snow from the land to reveal lush grass underneath? Chesapeake was all for soaking in the day and taking things easy. This puppy tended to just soak up life like a sponge, never denying an opportunity to interact with family o meet others among the Onni pack. As spring came and bled into summer, the four month old began to pick up doodling in the form of drawing in the mud with sticks in his jaws to pass time. All the while his mind began to coax a liking for the hunters, and a growing wish to become a hunter himself one day. Still Chesapeake merely coasted along and let the days blend together. Should he meet a perceived loner a try his best to chase it off the territory? Only for him to learn moments later that this August was a prospective member to their pack? "Welcome along, no hard feelings, yeah?"
As Chesapeake neared six moons of age he found his life accelerated in away, as if the days and moons that passed him by were but a blink, and if he were to do so again it felt like sunrises more would pass like a summer breeze. As summer continued Chesapeake would have outings with family, meet extended relatives, learn expansive lore of Onni's past and even try his paw at swimming. Though perhaps too rashly, for the yeti puppy's pelt drug him beneath the waves. Chesapeake felt as close to death as he ever wanted to be as the fur ball was at last faced with some consequence to one of his swiping decisions. Though by Ghislaine's retrieval of August he was saved from drowning and taken to a Mender.
Chesapeake was taken to Jade, a mender for the pack who looked the water logged yeti wolf over for any wounds. Though not wounded physically, Chesapeake would grow a fear of the waves as he grew into his adolescence. Still it didn't keep the spunky puppy down for long. Before long Chesapeake was back to his antics with family and the wider pack. What came as occasional prodding questions to the Jagers around him grew to a genuine interest the art of hunting. In the quiet hours before sleep Chesapeake continued to gnaw bone and antlers to shape them into crude half remembered shapes he associated with the animals he had eaten before. He enacted doofy imaginary scenarios in his mind where he would become a grand hunter, and earn a name among Onni for himself. Though these imaginings became reality when thick furred paws carried him after local rabbits or squirrels he could spot. He found a quick liking to the hunt prick his mind, and his creative and imaginative outlook on life aided him in capturing these critters in unique ways. Though self taught he showed a keen aptitude for the hunt, and he set his eyes on Jager as his rightful eventual task.

6 Months to 1 Year
As six moons came and went for Chesapeake he really started to hit a growth spurt. Though his fur continued to outgrow him, going him a pelt that appeared to fit an ever growing adult rather than a puppy fresh into adolescence. Despite the fur that began to shroud his eyes and showed no sign of relent, Chesapeake narrowed his focus onto his newfound passion. Though he still made time to spend with his siblings, he found his paws carry him afield at night when others were asleep. His gaze contemplative as he stargazed in the nights of his adolescent. He still chased his creative itch by doodling in the dirt with sticks in his mouth, though he was a few hints more adept as he aged. Despite this he noted a stark change in Roanoke, she seemed more amiable than in her puppyhood. Her jaded and aloof demeanor in recent moons seemed to relax a hare. As if she was slowly but surely finding her own paws. Chesapeake and Roanoke made several outings to the borders f the territory during their youth, each time his leucistic sister noted the other's improving skill with growing successful catches with subsequent journeys.
Though at times the lore keepers would watch over them, they found themselves slow to draw to one another, at first by Chesapeake making jests and annoying his sister, though in time he seemed to grow on the leucistic she-puppy. As autumn came to tan the forest leaves Chesapeake found great amusement in smashing the pumpkins around the sanctuary for fun or hunting practice. When prey seemed hard to find he would often distract himself by instead making these gourds the targets. For a time it was fun, until he crushed into one directly, and his pelt was sledged with pumpkin innards. He quickly stopped after that, but kept up his self-taught lessons in hunting. Though he knew not the technical terms of a hunter's crouch or the right way to keep his body as to not make noise when in motion. He instead learned by proxy or observation of the jagers and listened intently to their hunting tales with siren like rapture. Despite his self taught nature Chesapeake was growing to be a talented hunter, though as the first signs of snow began to show once more, his yeti fur began to truly effect his livelyhood. It was a gradual overtaking, though before Chesapeake knew it his eyes were shrouded by persistent fur that sprouted from his face and around his eyes to blend in with his neck ruff. His entire frame was more rounded by the fur at this point, and while a burly and powerful physique lay under it, Chesapeake's fur gave him a rather soft and dopey physicality despite his sheer height.
As autumn waxed and waned, Chesapeake continued his outings with Roanoke, though he also made plenty strictly by himself. Whenever Roanoke was dead asleep and he was unable to rouse her, he simply drifted along with the breeze to explore the territory alone. Though the siblings had nearly mapped the territory in their minds, there were still pockets of hidden beauty Chesapeake wanted to explore before the snow set in. So he st out, with or without Roanoke. Though when in solitude he found that prickling wonder creep into his mind again. For the majority of his life so far Chesapeake thought being a hunter would make him proud, would help him find notoriety and some sort of recognition among his ranks. Though as he tried and succeeded in the end, he was noting a change in recent sunrises. Time and time again his fur would prevent him, weather by tripping him mid sprint, or by shielding his eyes in inconvenient times had begun to hinder his progress. He went from a rising star to what he felt was like an icy standstill. One that gave the yeti adolescent puppy shivers along his spine burred under layer after layer of heavy fur pelt. He once again began to feel the prick of curiosity to the world, though at first he couldn't place what it was. He kept these thoughts quiet while he worked his emotions out. Though time and time again he found himself far afield simply wandering the fields and woodlands at night. Weather by sleep walking or willingly snuck from the den he always returned. Along with a reoccurring question. I'm doind what i'm meant to do, right?
Though winter seeped into his pelt and the hunting was a rather mixed jumble now days. What once he felt he was near flawless at he found a great struggle doing. In recent times his fur in one way or another hindered his progress. He perhaps blew one too many deer hunts after he took his task as Jager. Perhaps it was all internal and his thoughts had no bearing towards the others thoughts. Though Chesapeake couldn't help but feel a strange reluctance to continue his task. He blamed his fur for his progression halt, and though he tried and tried to participate in hunt after hunt. They increasingly ended out the same as winter set in full. He kept failing at the task he once found great pride doing, but, if not a hunter, the what else was there? In a last ditch effort Chesapeake set himself to finding a mentor throughout Friedensfest, and to his surprise and joy he was taken under the wing of Konstantin. A night black wolf with sun streaks on his back, ears and snout. White flecked his tail tip, throat and face and a canvas of scars racked his pelt from his past years.

1 Year to Present
Under the mentorship of Konstantin, Chesapeake found a new wave of success with his dream of being a hunter. He was shown proper hunting technique, and given tips and pointers to avoid his continuously growing fur to be as least a problem as possible. Over the course of Friendensfest Chesapeake showed some measure of success, though by no fault of his own his questing bangs and fur hurdled him time and time again. By the end of his apprenticeship he was feeling a bit more well off. Ready at last to give a proper try with the new skills he had acquired from Konstantin. As spring overthre the winter chill Chesapeake once again set his drifting mind to work. He tried his best and gave his task as Jager everything he had. Though he still finds himself walking alone or with Roanoke at night. The two, or he alone expressing to the stars a subtle wish to venture beyond the territory. Roanoke is the only wolf alive who knows Chesapeake's silent wish to explore, though stay he will, for his family, for Onni, the pack who raised him and gave him a childhood as trouble free as it could be. He was still afraid of water, still struggled with what he might truly want in life with his fur's constant hindrance. Though he supposed he would get those answers in time. He had all the time in the world, after all.

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Voice Claim: Kazuha - Genshin Impact

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