Post by venotica on Jun 7, 2007 15:17:10 GMT 1
Name: Ryo
Gender: Brute (Male)
Age: 36 moons
Clan: Nightpack
Rank: Alpha (?)
Description:
His long, white fur assist him well in the winter when there is snow on the ground. His fur is also thick, so it keeps him quite warm. His fangs always assist him in battle, and they're very sharp. His claws are also relatively sharp, and his pads are rough, but they're there. His eyes are an odd golden color that changes to blue depending on his mood. Gold when he's mad and blue when he's in happier moods. They also turn gold when he's love struck.
Personality: He's a loyal wolf. Never betrayed even a mouse in his life. If he promises something, he means it. He tends to be more on the kind side until you push him. Then he gets his evil side out and his evil side is a side you don't ever wanna meet. He is not only loyal, but he also tends to be able to deal in difficult situations. He knows all the games, so his personality often reflects his experience in difficult situations. In other words, he's calm in places where panic would be expected. He also has a more kind side that he shows in the prescence of pups or those who are injured.
History:
(I'm gonna try to give it to you in first person)
Ryo hobbled along, his little puppy paws right alongside his mothers adult paws. He was excited. He would get to see the hunt today.
His mother left him with one of the babysitters, and jogged toward his father, her white coat glistening just as bright as the snow around her. Ryo watched in awe as the pack began to chase a lone caribou. Then suddenly, everything went wrong.
The rest of the herd began a stampede, directed strait for the wolf pack. Ryo let out a terrified yip, and tore himself away from the scene, running blindly through the undergrowth. He didn't want to see what would happen, and he didn't want to be killed either.
~Few Hours later~
Ryo wondered back to the scene. He looked in horror at the bodies of his pack mates. Not a single one living. He pointed his muzzle to the sky and let out a mournful howl. He had lost everything he cared about.
Ryo walked around for days, trying to find himself. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, Ryo decided there was only one thing he could do. Leave.
Siblings: None
Parents:
Mother, Marca
Father, Keyton
Gender: Brute (Male)
Age: 36 moons
Clan: Nightpack
Rank: Alpha (?)
Description:
His long, white fur assist him well in the winter when there is snow on the ground. His fur is also thick, so it keeps him quite warm. His fangs always assist him in battle, and they're very sharp. His claws are also relatively sharp, and his pads are rough, but they're there. His eyes are an odd golden color that changes to blue depending on his mood. Gold when he's mad and blue when he's in happier moods. They also turn gold when he's love struck.
Personality: He's a loyal wolf. Never betrayed even a mouse in his life. If he promises something, he means it. He tends to be more on the kind side until you push him. Then he gets his evil side out and his evil side is a side you don't ever wanna meet. He is not only loyal, but he also tends to be able to deal in difficult situations. He knows all the games, so his personality often reflects his experience in difficult situations. In other words, he's calm in places where panic would be expected. He also has a more kind side that he shows in the prescence of pups or those who are injured.
History:
(I'm gonna try to give it to you in first person)
Ryo hobbled along, his little puppy paws right alongside his mothers adult paws. He was excited. He would get to see the hunt today.
His mother left him with one of the babysitters, and jogged toward his father, her white coat glistening just as bright as the snow around her. Ryo watched in awe as the pack began to chase a lone caribou. Then suddenly, everything went wrong.
The rest of the herd began a stampede, directed strait for the wolf pack. Ryo let out a terrified yip, and tore himself away from the scene, running blindly through the undergrowth. He didn't want to see what would happen, and he didn't want to be killed either.
~Few Hours later~
Ryo wondered back to the scene. He looked in horror at the bodies of his pack mates. Not a single one living. He pointed his muzzle to the sky and let out a mournful howl. He had lost everything he cared about.
Ryo walked around for days, trying to find himself. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, Ryo decided there was only one thing he could do. Leave.
Siblings: None
Parents:
Mother, Marca
Father, Keyton