Orca

ORCA

POWER AND GRACE

Orca, the graceful hybrid, was here. not to scrounge for food or kill, but to see what was going on around here. Orca was mostly wolf, but he had been trained as a sled dog. now, he was searching to see if there was any home where he could get in the harness. he doubted it, but maybe, just maybe, he could pull a child around. the hybrid had recently fought a cougar over a large moose kill, and he had won. the male's belly was completely full, but he suffered from many gashes. one, just above his left eye, was especially bad. it was a large wound, and the blood was dripping down, trying to seep into Orca's eye. he couldn't keep it closed forever, and, if it wasn't treated soon, the blood would clog his eye, and Orca would go blind in that eye. the hybrid didn't want that to happen. Orca's other wounds were bad, too - he suffered many gashes to his shoulder, and his muscles were sore. the male's coat was soaked in blood. and yet his wolf blood was forcing him to stay on his feet. Orca wasn't all wolf - that was clear. but it was also clear that he was mostly wolf. his appearance was all wolf, though his size was definitely mastiff. but one of his worst wounds was badly ceasing his search for shelter. Orca's front right leg had a fracture - a small one, only a minor crack, but it could grow worse if it wasn't tended to. Orca's limp was extremely noticable, but lots of animals were staying away from him because of his massive size and the fierce look in his yellow eyes. now, if only somebody would come and help the wounded hybrid. Orca had been mistreated most of his long, six years. now, all the elderly wolf wanted was to relax, and maybe even retire from sledding. he was only searching for a musher - along with shelter, too - because he knew nothing else to do. but he really just seeked a friend to relax with. he would be a wonderful companion or guard dog, if he was just accepted...

he is called Orca
he is cursed a male
he is blessed 3/4 Timber wolf, 1/4 mastiff
he has lived for five years
he is painted mostly silver-white, but with a grayish mask on his face. gray bands streak through his white fur around his shoulders. he has a very strange pattern.
he stares with yellow eyes
he is a cold animal, not caring much for others. Orca is powerful and will fight continuously for alpha. if anyone threatens his rank, he will fight. he is a fierce creature with no compassion. Orca never regrets what he does, only wonders what may have happened if he did something else. he is a great teacher to younger dogs that don't know what they are doing, but if they get wild and full of themselves with so-called "dominance", Orca can put them back in their places, especially when they've used what they've learned from him against him. he is a strong and graceful animal with a mind of his own, never obeying because he thinks he needs to, but because he wants to. Orca is dominant, fierce, and is very rarely caring and gentle. if he cannot take the position of alpha, he will fight constantly for beta, and he is very protective. he uses his tremendous size to win fights, and he is grateful for his swiftness, too. he's a truly magnificent hybrid.

ORCA

Becca

Becca came out from behind the ranch house. She instantly began to growl at what seemed to be a wolf. The large hybrids hackles rose in anger. To many wolves were coming here latley. She caught his scent through a light breeze and noticed, he wasn't a wolf, but a hybrid. Another hybrid, like her. But he seemed to be only two breeds when she was three different ones. Noticing she was injured she let out a slight woof. Another friend perhaps. The large fae began to walk towards him her tail down in a friendly position. For once after her adoptive fathers death she took the time to lift her paws a little bit out of the snow. Looking at the wounds she let out a long howl for Martha. This hybrid needed medical attention and quik.

Orca

Orca winced slightly at the growl. great. he was in no condition for a fight. but his ears pricked at the woof, and his head lifted slightly. his answer was like Becca's; a woof. his was friendly, but pained and forced. Orca's tail was high, but instead of stiff and straight in the manner of a domiant dog, it wagged in greeting. Orca's ears perked once more at the howl, and he hoped that if humans came, they wouldn't hurt him worse. Orca only knew pain coming from humans, nothing good. maybe these ones would be different. ceasing his already slow pace, Orca halted. it was a relief to his pained leg. still wagging his tail, Orca woofed again.

Becca

Becca soon found herself infront of the hybrid and foundherself for once eye to eye to another canine. This was a change, normally she found herself looking down at everyone except for two-leggers.
Becca kept silent not sure what to say. Her head was tilted to one side. Her one ear that flopped lay gently against her head but her other ear was erect as she listened to the wilderness aorund her.

"That must have been one big fight you got into. I'm Becca once one of the two leggers come out to see why I howled they can help you get back to full health."

Orca

it was a surprise for Orca, too, to stand eye-to-eye with another Becca must have experienced the same thing he had - looking down at other canines. Orca had only seen one other canine equal to his height - a black wolf passing by a while ago. Orca was wondering how many of the animals here were so big, but he had passed many little dogs and wolves, too.
both of Orca's ears were straight up, unlike Becca's. both were listening intently to the surroundings. Becca's words didn't come as much of a surprise, and Orca nodded briefly.

"it sure was. I wish that cougar hadn't come in then. I guess I'm lucky to have escaped with my life, but I didn't get to finish much of my meal." he paused for a moment before adding, "I'm Orca, by the way.
"that's good. once they come, I guess I'll be staying. that's what usually happens."

Becca

The large hybrid heard something in the barn. Her head lifted compleyly up.
"Not again.." She mumbled

She ran up to the front dark barking and ramming the door for Martha.

"You stay here, there are wolves in the barn again. So soon after the last attack. I have to go get rid of them. Martha, John, or Mark should be here sometime to help you. I hope they're soon. Sorry to be leaving you so soon."

Becca jumped the two steps from the porch landing in the snow and running towards teh barn at full speed. Those wolves were at it again.

John

The teenager was inside, watching his mother treat a wounded collie he had just recently brought in. But Becca had caught his attention and John peered out the window. If Becca hadn't looked so friendly towards Orca before she ran off, John would have quickly put on his guard and assumed the worst at seeing such a large hybrid in the yard. Another coming to kill or steal. But luckily, he had seen Becca reaction. And having lived around dogs all his life, he know enough to trust their reactions to things, especially concerning other canines.

John stepped outside, but stayed on the porch as he leaned out and gazed at the large hybrid. Despite his knew assumption that Orca must be somewhat friendly, he was reluctant to just approach such a large creature. Instead, he clucked his tongue and held his hand out in a gesture for Orca to come to him. Noting how close the hybrid had come to the house, John figured he might be accustom to humans, or at least had experience with them at some point in his life.

Although there had been a fairly large amount of dogs appearing at the Ranch, John and his parents had no concerns about taking in even more. They had enough money to feed them all, and besides, so many pets could save them money by detering predators and loss of livestock.

Even though John was an older teen, he greatly enjoyed sledding and other such things. And so did his friends. But it would take a hint from Orca to let John know of his sledding experiences, for John had never harnessed a dog for sledding before and the idea never crossed his mind to try it.

Orca

Orca's keen ears and nose picked up the sound and scent of John before his eyes spotted him. the bloodied male's ears perked up at the cluck, and his nose stretched forward towards the hand. Orca was nice enough to humans, but he would always protect these ones - with his life - if they helped save his own life. maybe Orca had never showed affection to other people he had known, and maybe he had never considered them "masters." but that never stopped him from taking a liking to a few of them. stepping lightly forward, Orca winced with the terrible pain in his front leg. oh, how it hurt! the hybrid limped painfully towards the teen. his yellow eyes weren't very sad, so he might not be appealing to many young children. but the pain was clear in his eyes - or, at least to older people. younglings wouldn't understand it. but he was obviously in great pain. why he had fought a yearling cougar for a moose meal? he had no clue. maybe it was because he could tell from smells that the moose in the new area he had decided to go to were declining. he didn't know, but he had known that moose was his favorite meal at that place just hours ago. he had worked long and hard to get that meal, and he probably had decided that he wasn't going to give it up to some pushover little amateur. now, Orca halted in front of John. he was showing no signs of groveling for mercy, but was apparently and clearly ordering one simple thing - "help me."

Martha, John, & Cali

To John, it was clear the pain that Orca must be suffering and he could see the plea of help. He had been with dogs all his life, and such signals came easily to him. As it did to his parents too. Cautiously but without showing fear, John leaned towards the hybrid to stroke his head in a gesture of caring and trust. He would be quick, however, to pull the apendage back if Orca showed his displeasure for it. While John went to pet the hybrid, he talk in a loud voice, calling to his mother.

It wasn't long before the woman came outside, carrying a bucket of warm water, bandages, and a bottle of dark liquid that was an antibiotic. The two humans spoke back in forth in a curious manner. There was a mix of clear intruige, sympathy, and alertness to their tones even if the exact words couldn't be deciphered by Orca. The woman knelt down near to Orca, setting the bucket of water nearby. She held out the bottle and bandages towards him, letting him sniff them. She had to be sure that he was comfortable with all this before she dared to treat his wounds.

A juvanile tabby padded across the porch, attratced by the sounds and scents. Her body was mostly black, but with a variety of tan and cream splattered about, especially on her paws and face. Mustard-tinted eyes blinked back at Orca from her new perch of the porch's railing. "Are you staying here?" she questioned, eyes wide with wonder. Her tail flicked from side to side, a bit quicker than a calm cat's would.