Post by Cursico! on Dec 30, 2007 0:35:34 GMT 1
Name- Kovre
Age: 2 years
Gender- Male
Rank- Wolven Warrior
Pack- Snowpack
Appearence- Kovre is a mix of many different shades and hues of colors. The most prominent one would be the light grey that flurries over his back and upon his shoulders. His auds are tipped with black, and there is a black blaze traveling down the middle of his face. The black swirls and mixes with the grey, allowing him to move easier through the shadows then in the snow or the wide open areas. His underbelly is a moonwashed shade, and there is also a light brown shade coarsing through the darker colors, setting it apart. His eyes are a darker blue green shade, and they are filled with intelligence and bravery. His coat is thick, but he cools down during the warmer months as well. His paws are black, but the color fades upwards into white, giving him the appearance of having shoes.
He is a well built wolf, and he has conditioned himself to travel over long miles without taking much of a break. His stamina is what he was well known for at home, as well as his fighting ability. He is a large canine, and his size can be intimidating to some, depending on how they feel about him. But his size has nothing to do with his speed. His long legs allow him to carry himself at a quick pace across any type of terrain. His muscled bod gives him strength and the ability to perform. He can hunt prey easily, for silence is his best strength. He has a sharper snout that allows him to smell things that can be far away. But he isn't unmarked. Across his right eye is a deep scar that resembles a swipe of a paw. There are scars over his torso that reseble teeth marks and claw marks, but are thankfully hidden by his thick pelt. But the one across his eye is quite noticeable. He doesn't like to talk about it though. His tail is long and full, and his large form allows him to do a lot to protect and defend.
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Personality- The male wolf is a different one, but not overly so. He prefers to be by himself more often than not, but he tries to get involved with those around him. He's a solitary beast, but he's trying to change. His history molded him into one that prefers to be alone. He doesn't want his past following him, so he's making himself change. He will do anything for anyone around him, no matter if he met them five minutes ago or has known them his entire life. He tries his hardest and to the best of his ability, and he looks at no task as impossible. He strives for perfection in himself, but doesn't expect that from anyone else. He knows he's not perfect, but he can try his hardest to do things well. He likes to be capable, and he likes to know that the wolves around him believe him to be as well. But sometimes he is not always capable of doing everything alone, and he understands that. He knows he isn't right all of the time. No one is right all of the time. He listens to the views and the opinions around him without putting his own beliefs over theirs. Most of his decisions are affected by the wolves around him.
He isn't as brave as he tries to make those around him believe. He puts on a brave face, and he makes himself go into dangerous situations for the good of the ones around him. He is afraid at times, as everyone is. He isn't inpenetrable, and obviously everyone can and will get hurt. He just isn't a timid wolf anymore, and will charge into a battle if it concerns the ones he cares about. But he won't go in without thinking it through first. It doesn't take him a long time to make a decision, but he wants precision and aim in his attacks so his energy and strength don't get wasted. He is a smart and intelligent wolf, but he has a temper that can get the best of him. He doesn't like being told what to do, but he pushes past that pride and stubborness. Kovre is defiant and proud, but he doesn't do much to announce that. He will speak up if he doesn't believe in something, and he wants his opinion known just like everyone else. He is just like everyone else, with a bit of variety.
History- Kovre was born into a family of five, and his mother and father loved all of their cubs. Kovre was no exception to that rule. His unique coat coloring caught the attention of a lot of the pack members, but he was never aware of it. His father was the alpha, his mother the alphess. He didn't know that he was destined to become a leader, or one of his brothers or sisters were. He was just a normal, playful cub without a care in the world except the times he was hungry or tired, or bored. He had two brothers and two sisters. The females were Reina, Sashe, and the boys were Kane and Leron. Kovre got along best with Reina and Leron, but Sashe and Kane were a different story. They formed their own alliance against the other three, and Kovre became aware of their pots to hurt one of their brothers or sister. And he started fighting against them. He would defend his siblings, but wouldn't understand why Kane and Sashe were doing such things. It was when their mother and father were out hunting or leading, and they were never viewers to what they did. Kovre himself sustained many injuries, and it was like a war between brothers and sisters.
The fighting never stopped, even when they grew older. Sashe lightened up a little bit, not liking the fact that she only had Kane to talk to. He was becoming violent and physical even to her, and she didn't appreciate it. So she stalked away from him and to her other brothers and sister, apologizing for her actions and wishing for entry. They let her in because they couldn't push her away. But that left Kane. Kovre had a grudge against him ever since he had almost killed Reina. Kane hated Kovre the most because he was the one that stood up and made it difficult for him to do what he wanted. They were sibling rivals to the utmost degree. Kovre wouldn't stand for Kane's actions, and one day it got too far. Kovre had been out on a hunt with some of the other younger wolves, and he became aware of a chaos back in the pack. He and the others had pulled up immediately and he turned and started sprinting towards the pack. When he got there, he saw Kane and his father, snarling and attacking one another. He didn't understand. Why was Kane doing this? But their father was old, and he wasn't as agile as Kane. As his son was about to throw the final blow, he was aware of a flash of darker coloring, and was soon pushed out of the way. Kovre had jumped in and fronted himself for the attack. It caught him across the face and sent him downwards, but he was quick to roll upwards and get to his feet.
After that, the two were now in the fight against one another. Their father wanted to get Kovre out of there, but his son wouldn't hear of it. Kovre was in this now, taking his father's place. His father limped to the sidelines, worried now. He was going to lose one of his sons, and he was afraid that it was going to be Kovre. Kovre was bigger than Kane now, but that could give an advantage to Kane. But Kovre was holding his own and using his mass to pound into his brother. Flashes of ivories and claws were seen, and soon there was a motion of fury. Kovre launched himself athis brother, fangs bared and body tense. Kane was getting up from the last attack, and was suddenly body slammed by his brother. Kovre was upon him now, his jaws clamped around Kane's jugular. But even though he wanted to kill his brother, he couldn't do it. The pack was silent as Kovre was thinking of his decision. In another moment he had made it. He couldn't let Kane keep doing this to everyone in the pack. This would keep happening if he wasn't stopped. So he clamped his jaws down, ending the life of the black colored male. He pulled back, the blood covering him. He couldn't stay here.
He had stared at the pack members as they stared at him. They were relieved that Kane's reign was finally over, but a brother had just killed his brother to save his father. It was a noble act, but they knew Kovre would never forgive himself for that. As his father approached him, Kovre had backed up hurriedly. He fled then, feeling as if he shouldn't be part of that pack. He kept going, his pain from his fight and from what he had done swelling and filling him. He kept running, and he kept going. He was never going back there. The blood that was falling from him was making him weak and tired. Soon he couldn't go any further. He collapsed, and figured that that was the end of him. But he was discovered by another pack, and accepted without complaint. They nursed him back to health, and he was forever thankful. But he couldn't stay there either. So when he was strong enough, and when it was the dead of night, he ran off once more, never to return. He kept going until he came across this place. It was far enough from his old home, and he knew he could start over here. So he made this his home. And Snowpack became his home.
Age: 2 years
Gender- Male
Rank- Wolven Warrior
Pack- Snowpack
Appearence- Kovre is a mix of many different shades and hues of colors. The most prominent one would be the light grey that flurries over his back and upon his shoulders. His auds are tipped with black, and there is a black blaze traveling down the middle of his face. The black swirls and mixes with the grey, allowing him to move easier through the shadows then in the snow or the wide open areas. His underbelly is a moonwashed shade, and there is also a light brown shade coarsing through the darker colors, setting it apart. His eyes are a darker blue green shade, and they are filled with intelligence and bravery. His coat is thick, but he cools down during the warmer months as well. His paws are black, but the color fades upwards into white, giving him the appearance of having shoes.
He is a well built wolf, and he has conditioned himself to travel over long miles without taking much of a break. His stamina is what he was well known for at home, as well as his fighting ability. He is a large canine, and his size can be intimidating to some, depending on how they feel about him. But his size has nothing to do with his speed. His long legs allow him to carry himself at a quick pace across any type of terrain. His muscled bod gives him strength and the ability to perform. He can hunt prey easily, for silence is his best strength. He has a sharper snout that allows him to smell things that can be far away. But he isn't unmarked. Across his right eye is a deep scar that resembles a swipe of a paw. There are scars over his torso that reseble teeth marks and claw marks, but are thankfully hidden by his thick pelt. But the one across his eye is quite noticeable. He doesn't like to talk about it though. His tail is long and full, and his large form allows him to do a lot to protect and defend.
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Personality- The male wolf is a different one, but not overly so. He prefers to be by himself more often than not, but he tries to get involved with those around him. He's a solitary beast, but he's trying to change. His history molded him into one that prefers to be alone. He doesn't want his past following him, so he's making himself change. He will do anything for anyone around him, no matter if he met them five minutes ago or has known them his entire life. He tries his hardest and to the best of his ability, and he looks at no task as impossible. He strives for perfection in himself, but doesn't expect that from anyone else. He knows he's not perfect, but he can try his hardest to do things well. He likes to be capable, and he likes to know that the wolves around him believe him to be as well. But sometimes he is not always capable of doing everything alone, and he understands that. He knows he isn't right all of the time. No one is right all of the time. He listens to the views and the opinions around him without putting his own beliefs over theirs. Most of his decisions are affected by the wolves around him.
He isn't as brave as he tries to make those around him believe. He puts on a brave face, and he makes himself go into dangerous situations for the good of the ones around him. He is afraid at times, as everyone is. He isn't inpenetrable, and obviously everyone can and will get hurt. He just isn't a timid wolf anymore, and will charge into a battle if it concerns the ones he cares about. But he won't go in without thinking it through first. It doesn't take him a long time to make a decision, but he wants precision and aim in his attacks so his energy and strength don't get wasted. He is a smart and intelligent wolf, but he has a temper that can get the best of him. He doesn't like being told what to do, but he pushes past that pride and stubborness. Kovre is defiant and proud, but he doesn't do much to announce that. He will speak up if he doesn't believe in something, and he wants his opinion known just like everyone else. He is just like everyone else, with a bit of variety.
History- Kovre was born into a family of five, and his mother and father loved all of their cubs. Kovre was no exception to that rule. His unique coat coloring caught the attention of a lot of the pack members, but he was never aware of it. His father was the alpha, his mother the alphess. He didn't know that he was destined to become a leader, or one of his brothers or sisters were. He was just a normal, playful cub without a care in the world except the times he was hungry or tired, or bored. He had two brothers and two sisters. The females were Reina, Sashe, and the boys were Kane and Leron. Kovre got along best with Reina and Leron, but Sashe and Kane were a different story. They formed their own alliance against the other three, and Kovre became aware of their pots to hurt one of their brothers or sister. And he started fighting against them. He would defend his siblings, but wouldn't understand why Kane and Sashe were doing such things. It was when their mother and father were out hunting or leading, and they were never viewers to what they did. Kovre himself sustained many injuries, and it was like a war between brothers and sisters.
The fighting never stopped, even when they grew older. Sashe lightened up a little bit, not liking the fact that she only had Kane to talk to. He was becoming violent and physical even to her, and she didn't appreciate it. So she stalked away from him and to her other brothers and sister, apologizing for her actions and wishing for entry. They let her in because they couldn't push her away. But that left Kane. Kovre had a grudge against him ever since he had almost killed Reina. Kane hated Kovre the most because he was the one that stood up and made it difficult for him to do what he wanted. They were sibling rivals to the utmost degree. Kovre wouldn't stand for Kane's actions, and one day it got too far. Kovre had been out on a hunt with some of the other younger wolves, and he became aware of a chaos back in the pack. He and the others had pulled up immediately and he turned and started sprinting towards the pack. When he got there, he saw Kane and his father, snarling and attacking one another. He didn't understand. Why was Kane doing this? But their father was old, and he wasn't as agile as Kane. As his son was about to throw the final blow, he was aware of a flash of darker coloring, and was soon pushed out of the way. Kovre had jumped in and fronted himself for the attack. It caught him across the face and sent him downwards, but he was quick to roll upwards and get to his feet.
After that, the two were now in the fight against one another. Their father wanted to get Kovre out of there, but his son wouldn't hear of it. Kovre was in this now, taking his father's place. His father limped to the sidelines, worried now. He was going to lose one of his sons, and he was afraid that it was going to be Kovre. Kovre was bigger than Kane now, but that could give an advantage to Kane. But Kovre was holding his own and using his mass to pound into his brother. Flashes of ivories and claws were seen, and soon there was a motion of fury. Kovre launched himself athis brother, fangs bared and body tense. Kane was getting up from the last attack, and was suddenly body slammed by his brother. Kovre was upon him now, his jaws clamped around Kane's jugular. But even though he wanted to kill his brother, he couldn't do it. The pack was silent as Kovre was thinking of his decision. In another moment he had made it. He couldn't let Kane keep doing this to everyone in the pack. This would keep happening if he wasn't stopped. So he clamped his jaws down, ending the life of the black colored male. He pulled back, the blood covering him. He couldn't stay here.
He had stared at the pack members as they stared at him. They were relieved that Kane's reign was finally over, but a brother had just killed his brother to save his father. It was a noble act, but they knew Kovre would never forgive himself for that. As his father approached him, Kovre had backed up hurriedly. He fled then, feeling as if he shouldn't be part of that pack. He kept going, his pain from his fight and from what he had done swelling and filling him. He kept running, and he kept going. He was never going back there. The blood that was falling from him was making him weak and tired. Soon he couldn't go any further. He collapsed, and figured that that was the end of him. But he was discovered by another pack, and accepted without complaint. They nursed him back to health, and he was forever thankful. But he couldn't stay there either. So when he was strong enough, and when it was the dead of night, he ran off once more, never to return. He kept going until he came across this place. It was far enough from his old home, and he knew he could start over here. So he made this his home. And Snowpack became his home.