Full name -Valefor GA (Guardian Angel). Gender � Male. Age � 28. Owner � none. Pack|Status - currently none. Possessions � Gold headband with outward facing spikes. A dark backpack holding his herbs. Coat colour - White Markings � Gold on his belly, ears, tail blade, back spikes, and lower face, as well as tipping his paws and wings. Wings are white, with silver flashes. Yellow tuft of hair on the head. Eye colour � Mid green. Build - Fairly solid and powerful, very tall. Strength � Very strong Speed � Average. Personality � Serious and calm, unless angered. Pet - None. Mate - None Pups � None. Parents - Unknown. Siblings � Revan, two unnamed brothers, Sarina.

The clan leader rose himself to his strong, muscular hind legs. His ears flopped to either side of his head frivolously, falsely deceiving to any who might not know him, as his dark green orbs surveyed his lands. Revan was a fierce warrior, and led his Zafara clan with an iron paw. Despite his dominant durability and an unforgiving, intolerant nature, he was a good leader. None of his clan would come to harm under him, and once his trust was earned the jet black warrior Zafara was loyal to the death. Though he had no official rank within the clan, Valefor was a well-known and highly respected clan member. Being the leader�s brother, it had simply been that way for Valefor ever since he could remember. In looks, the pair could not have been more dissimilar. Valefor was a towering beast, and although Revan was not short, he was dwarfed by his younger sibling. While Revan�s fur boasted not a solitary speck of ivory � in fact he was pure, unbroken black, an imposing sight to behold � Valefor was a Zafara of golden-tipped white fur. He was also highly noticeable by another feature � his long silver-flashed wings. His tail, too � bright golden � bore three outward facing spikes. The only other colour on his self was that of lightened golden, which was the shade of the tuft of fur on his forehead. None would every pick Valefor and Revan as siblings save for one thing � both were incredible warriors. Revan was the eldest of five kits, Valefor the second. Their father had died long ago of a crippling disease, but their mother, once a lovely black and white beauty, was still with the clan. She was beautiful no longer. Lines traced deeply over her face, her faded wrinkled pelt hanging in folds. She was very, very old now and rarely moved from her home den, a lavishly decorated cave in the mountainside. She was tended to by the youngest and only female of her offspring, Sanria. The pale yellow female was sharp of both eye and wits, and stood for no nonsense. She was every bit the heart of the clan as her eldest brother. Revan tilted his head, indicating Valefor to approach. Revan was not renowned for his hospitality or friendliness, but Valefor was far used to his brother�s ways. ~You wanted me, Revan?~ He asked without grandiose. He never bothered with titles or official greetings to the clan leader. Revan nodded his sleek skull. Lifting a paw encircled by a double-stranded pawring of finest gold, he pointed to his brother. ~I have been watching you, Valefor. You grow restless. You wander from the clangrounds and return without your healing herbs. You seek solitude far more than you used to~ Valefor sighed, shaking his head, long golden-bound ears flopping. ~Yes, brother Revan~ ~You think I would miss these signs? You are restless, Valefor. You tire of sitting for the kits, of hunting for the elders, of the simple calm of our clan life. It is not the existence for you~ Valefor sighed again, heavier this time. ~Brother, I mean no disrespect for your clan, for your members�~ Revan cut him off with a wave of his paw, the gold band glinting in the sunlight. ~The Golden Night Clan, you know, values their herbalist. But I personally, value my brother�s state of mind. I would not have you stay with my clan unhappily, my brother~ ~I am not unhappy, Revan. Not could I leave, my place is here~ Revan shook his head slowly. ~No. No brother, your place is not here. Your place is wherever you choose to make it to be, and never lat another tell you otherwise. You spirit was not born to be a peaceful healer in the midst of a clan, you are a quiet beast who likes his privacy if not his peace. Your spirit is restless and far be it to me to keep you here. And so I give you an order, my last as your clan leader. I order you, Valefor StormGuardian, to leave my territory and travel for your destiny. You are hereby relieved of your membership and all obligations to my clan. You will be gone by the morrow. That is all~ Valefor stood tall � not difficult, for him � and nodded respectfully. Of course, just as he knew Revan, Revan knew him. He could not hope to hide anything from Revan�s dark emerald gaze. ~The orders of my clan leader will be seen true. I respect your wishes, clan leader, and depart at once to carry out my commands as requested~ Valefor turned, flicking his spiked tail in a final farewell. ~Clan herbalist, clan leader, wishes to thank his clan for all they have done for him~ ~I will see the clan receives this message. Travel safely, my brother.~ There was little packing for the restless zafara to complete, simply organizing his current herbs into the pack he constantly wore over his back. He made his rounds to his sister and two younger brothers, and last to their frail old mother in her cave. It was the wrinkled old female zaf who saw within her son his will, his rebellion against all that was serene and slow-moving. He was a creature of action, Valefor, and would always remain so. ~I wish for you to take this~ Valefor took the magnificent golden band, adorned with half a dozen spikes to the front. It was oddly resemblant of his own tail, just as bright a golden colour and set with dangerous barbs. ~Mother, I-~ ~I will not hear different. Take it as a gift to remember your old mother by~ Valefor looked into the old, wizened eyes boring intently into his own. ~Thank you. I wish you well, clan member~ The roads were long, harsh, unforgiving, � and exactly what Valefor enjoyed. Moving with a loose, powerful trotting gait, he pushed his large frame on steadily. When his paws grew weary, the long silver-flashed wings would unfold from their neat traveling position curved around the blades on Valefor�s spine, and he would take to the air for his travels. In this way, the solitary figure covered great distances, and was rarely seen more than once in the same place. The herbs he collected in his pack grew in number and range, his paws were cut and sliced and many times healed, his large pale green eyes seen an array of sights few had seen before � and still, the powerful Zafara journeyed on.