Yafeu

[Yaffie]

YAFEU LONER

NAME: yafeu
GENDER: male
AGE: three years
BIRTHDAY: 19th of november, 2007
FAMILY: none.

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PERSONALITY:
A bold and energetic meerkat who seems to face the world without fear. Yafeu was raised in a mob where they followed a strict code of honor and that dying for the family was a great source of personal glory. He may be hot-tempered and cynical, but he'll always stand up and fight for others. His mother has instilled a deep-rooted belief that it's better to be killed protecting others rather than to die of old age; The thought of becoming elderly and frail actually scares him.

Yafeu is surprisingly cautious as to who he lets into his life. He tends to guard his emotions, believing that anything less that an assertive, strong male is weakness. Even towards females he seems cold and calculating, their motives seem to completely befuddle him. The male isn't used to having company that doesn't require him to be on his guard. Because of this "me first" attitude, he tends to come across as arrogant, seeming to care little for anyone but himself.

Yafeu tends to be a harsh and snarky father figure and regularly comes into conflict with other males. He's easily offended and the brashness of the younger generation rarely helps the situation. He won't beat around the bush if he doesn't like you, he'll simply flat-out say it. He's a traditionalist and if his values or way of life ever comes into question, you can bet he's not going to take mockery of either of them lightly. Yafeu is capable of empathy, but needs to be approached as if he were the commander of an army. After traversing the desert for nearly three years, the meerkat commands respect and God help you if you don't give it to him.

APPEARANCE:
An intimidating figure to behold, by no stretch of the imagination would anyone call Yafeu a 'good-looking' meerkat. He may only be slightly taller than most of the females, but he's built like a bulldog of the mongoose world. His stocky body is put together with compact, wiry muscles and thick bones. Yafeu has a wide-set face and his dark eyes watch the world with a sort of callous gaze, hardened by a rough life and even rougher living conditions. They stare out from behind black eye patches, juxtaposed against the sea of white of his wide facial mask. His fur is a dark earthy tone that's almost red in appearance. It fades to a creamy white along his underside and chest. Short, stuttering stripes run along his back and flanks. The rusty markings merge and mingle with naked, coal colored battle scars; Some of which are long enough to be mistaken for stripes themselves. His lovely pelt is marred by the raised and puckered skin of fights he can no longer remember, but his body will never forget.

PAST:
Yafeu was born to an older dominant pair in a well-established, strong mob. Life was particularly good for him, all he had to do was listen to his parents and keep an eye on his many sisters. He was very much a daddy's boy and never seemed to stray too far out of line. His father raised him to be a good, brave little soldier and the young pup was often thrown into rough playfights against his brothers. As he grew older, he would start raids against the rival mobs, though neither of his parents seemed to mind as they too, reaped the benefits. Yafeu quickly became a favorite, trusted sentry and a wise leader after the death of his parents. His sister took command of the mob and until she found a mate, he was second in command (having had several throw-downs against his brothers). Yafeu wouldn't let just anyone become her mate and came into multiple conflicts with roving males.
He was defeated by a much older, more experienced meerkat and after two months of leading the mob, he was chased off by the new dominant male. The one and a half-year old was no match and left to start on his own roving trip.

The one and a half year old Yafeu wandered for a month before managing to mate successfully with a female. Though, now that he found another mob, he wasn't so sure he wanted to leave it. In spite of fighting with the dominants every day, he never strayed to far from the object of his affection. When the mob was finally thrown into chaos after the sudden death of the lead female, Yafeu joined the frey and overthrew the old male. After all, fighting for the right as dominant was far easier than creating a mob of his own. It was his children who were born first and thus secured his mate's and his own position as dominant pair.

Yafeu's twins were raised just as he was and they grew to be tough and cunning, ready to take on the world as soon as they left the nest. His mate, Awena, gave birth to three more boys and only a few days after, more pups graced the den. Yafeu's newborns grew up alongside the two daughters of Awena's sister. Everything was grand as a two year old Yafeu settled into his leadership role and watched as their mob blossomed into a formidable force.

Awena's third litter did not go nearly as smoothly. She went into labor during a foraging trip, birthing a two stillborn pups in the open and a weak female at the mouth of a bolt-hole. Awena had lost a considerable amount of blood between the two areas and passed away a short time later.
Their daughter, Kito, was raised by her aunts as Yafeu struggled to maintain power in this time of darkness. It wasn't even a month after the death of his beloved dominant female that the massive wildfire reached into his mob's territory. Over the course of one night, only four managed to escape. Yafeu, his two neices and Kito were the only ones able to escape the blaze.

His neices left shortly and without warning, falling for the coos of roving males and eventually leaving only Yafeu and Kito. Without her another lactating female, Kito slowly starved to death in spite of her father's efforts and offerings of insects.

The loss of his family has left Yafeu a shell of himself. Confused and lost, he wanders the dunes in search of a new life.

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