Restless Sandstorm / M / Northern Islands / Medicine Wolf

[Earth Hearted]

RESTLESS SANDSTORM the basics Full Name • Restless Sandstorm (Earth Hearted ) Nicknames • Restless, Sandstorm, Sandy Age • 150 years old Affiliation • Northern Islands/Transport wolf Rank • Medicine wolf Gender • Male Sexuality • Asexual Power • Transport/psychic the appearance Voice claim • British voice. c: Fur length and color • Long white fur.  identifying features • Golden wings overall appearance • Restless Sandstorm is a golden-and-white wolf with large golden wings. He has golden-amber eyes, and a white base coat with golden-tipped paws and muzzle, and splashes of gold on other parts of his body. He has a large chest fluff and golden-tipped mane on his neck. His chest appears bigger with the fluff (but it was already quite broad to begin with) and he is quite large, even for a 300-year-old.  the personality Overall personality • Restless Sandstorm has always been... well, restless. His mind is constantly turning, and there is rarely a time when he is truly relaxed. He has a quirky way of shifting his paws whenever he is agitated, which is more often than not. There's many things he worries about: the sake of the Pack, the sake of all the Packs collectively, the sake of all the individuals of the Pack, the sake of SparkPack, the dark plotting of DullPack. For a wolf who's as old as he is, he knows things are constantly changing, and he feels the need to anticipate any changes; they can't afford to be thrown by surprise again.  It's obvious that Restless cares deeply about things. However, he easily gets annoyed at those who continuously make the same mistake over and over again (history repeats itself too many times). There will never be a time where a wolf is "wasting" his medical supplies, but he does wish that some wolves are less impulsive and stop tripping over the same damn tree root. Restless Sandstorm values efficiency as well as insightfulness, both of which he has a lot of. He feels that everything can be analyzed, and, in his free time, spends a lot of time mulling things over. He can be, though, often overthinking things when everything is just turns out to be very simple.  Over the years, Restless's ability to care about what others think about him have more or less burned away. It's like someone stranded in the woods for a long time; over the years, the body fat burns away, leaving only lean muscle. His self-consciousness has gone the same way. However, the problem is is that he doesn't listen at all. He thinks that his opinion (of anything) is the best and only one, and all others are bullsh*t, even if they are comments that have a potential. If Restless is to do something, they're going to do it his way. There's also many things that Restless can fix about himself, but he doesn't listen to others to see what those things are.  Positives: Caring, efficient, insightful Negatives: Constantly worried, waspish Neutrals: Deeply analytical, invulnerable, stubborn the history Father • Bravespark (SparkPack, formerly of Southern Snow) Mother • Singing Laurel (SparkPack, formerly of Northern Islands) Siblings • Thunderspark (Purgatory, formerly of Southern Snow): half-brother Important people • anyone else important, from family to close friends Birthplace • Northern Islands... islands Overall history • Restless Sandstorm was the illegal pup of Bravespark of Southern Snow, who took a Northern Islands mate after they fell in love. They kept their relationship secret, but the birth of Sandpup threatened to leak it. Though it broke his heart, Bravespark left Sandpup with Singing Laurel to take care of so he could watch his Pack. Sandpup grew up without a father figure in his life, and was angered, for a long time, at whoever his father was for ditching him and his mother at birth.  Sandcub itched to know who Dad was, but he had no way of knowing-- except one way. He approached Blackspark and asked to be the pupil of the medicine wolf. Blackspark accepted, and soon Sandcub was on his way to meet SparkPack. He had one very important question in mind as he laid himself at the SparkPool.  A black wolf appeared before him. "Greetings, Sandcub," she said.  "Who are you?" he stammered.  "Welcome to SparkPack. I know why you are here, and what you want to ask."  "So who is he, then?" Sandcub demanded impatiently. "Is he... is he here?"  "No, he is alive and well. But you will meet him when the time comes..."      "Did you meet SparkPack?" asked his mentor after they woke up.  "Yes."  "What'd they say?"  "Nothing important," Sandcub muttered bitterly.    Sandcub grudgingly accepted medicine duties, and eventually grew to love them, even if they weren't the reason he chose the job in the first place. His mentor named him Restless Sandstorm for his personality, and his constant habit of worrying.  For a long while, he gave up on finding his father, and pondered and fretted about other matters that were more important to the Pack. Singing Laurel never talked about it, but he saw that she disappeared into the forests alot. But she disguised her scent so well, he could never follow and find exactly where she went.  One day, she returned, and he was waiting for her. She looked tearful.  "What's wrong, Mom?"  She looked away. "You mustn't tell the rest of the Pack," she began in a low whisper, "but I've... I've been meeting with your father for a while."  "You mean he wasn't a Northern Islander in the first place?" he interrupted.  She nodded, flinching at his judgmenta look. "It's not up to Pack boundaries to decide who loves who," she snapped. "We're over now, anyway... he has taken another mate, in his own Pack, to prove his loyalty to them. You have no father now."  "I never did!" he hissed, now livid. "You couldn't see that?"  "I meant for him to see you sometime," she said. "And now it's too late."  "Who is he?" he asked urgently.  "I will not say."  "Come on, mom!" Restless Sandstorm growled.  She turned away, and refused to answer.    Then came the Battle. It wasn't anything major, but it was a little war between Southern Snow and Northern Islands when two wolves (one of them being Singing Laurel) had come to blows over a reindeer that had ran from the Northern Islands over to the Souther Snow area. Singing Laurel had reached over the border to yank the reindeer's leg back towards their side, and a Southern Snow soldier had spotted her. Soldiers were summoned to defend what could've been just a small skirmish. Then, many came back with scratches and wounds. One staggered in with a bloody eye. She looked straight at Restless Sandstorm.  "You might want to fly out there," she said, "your mother's not in the best condition..."  "I'll take it from here," his mentor said, "go."  Restless Sandstorm disappeared without another word, flying as fast as he could to Singing Laurel's side. He saw her, on the Southern side of the border, her sides heaving, and her flanks bleeding quickly. She was dying.  "Mom, mom!"  "Son..." she looked up blearily. "I love you, Sandstorm."  "Mom, you're not dying." Restless could feel tears welling up. "Mom, don't go!"  But her eyes had already closed. Restless let out a wail. He didn't care if he sounded like a pup. He would always be a pup to his mom.  Suddenly, Blackspark saw Singing Laurel's corpse. "Oh my sparks, we killed a wolf," he gasped. Restless frowned at him.  "Stop the battle!" Blackspark screeched. "Look at what we've done! We have commited an unnecessary murder. What have we become? Fighting over such a small thing? We are bigger than that."  "I am ashamed of you all," Bravespark added, his eyes shining with something akin to embarrassment and misery. "This fight is over, and never escalated like this."  Stunned, all the wolves departed. Some Northern soldiers indicated that they were to drag Singing Laurel's body back to the stronghold for burial.  "No," Restless murmured. "I'm going to sit with her for a bit."    He had dozed off beside his mother's body. Suddenly, she appeared as a dream figure.  "Hello, son," she said, dipping her head.  "M-mom?"  "I cannot stay for long. But wake up, for your father is beside you."  Restless Sandstorm woke with a jerk. A wolf was standing over him and Singing Laurel. A familiar looking wolf...  "Bravespark!"  Bravespark looked startled. His eyes widened. "S...Sandpup?"  "It's Restless Sandstorm," he corrected, standing up as well. "Dad?"  Bravespark's eyes clouded. "It's me," he agreed. "I'm so sorry to leave you. But I had a Pack to care for."  Restless Sandstorm's childhood anger had melted away long ago. "I understand," he murmured. "I'm the medicine wolf now. I know the responsiblity... are you... are you proud of me?" "More than ever," Bravespark breathed. "You have your mother's eyes... and my golden streaks..."  "I just wanted to know you," Restless said, his voice cracking. "I just wanted to know you."  "And now you do." Bravespark smiled.    Comments • Ugh, cringeworthy writing. ;_; My muse was rather low for that story, and I was just kinda going off of whatever.  They have since reconciled, and Bravespark is Restless's chief consultant in SparkPack. c: Yay, happy ending! POWERS Description • Aside from being a Transport wolf, Restless Sandstorm, like his mother, is a psychic wolf. Many of his powers revolve around his emotions and his mental stability, so large amounts of meditation was required for him to master his powers.  Major Powers • Travelling between realms, generating forcefields, imaginative manifestation* (can create things from imagination) Minor Powers • Telekinesis**, flying at lightspeed *Cannot create an organism  **Cannot move around organisms or elements.

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