Post by Cursico! on Dec 28, 2007 22:39:46 GMT 1
Name: Necoryn
Gender: Male
Age: 4 Months.
Pack: None
Rank: Loner
Description: He is mostly black, though some of his black is really dark brown. He was light-blue eyes that didn't change from age. Necoryn has a white stomach that ends between his legs. The tip of his tail is also white, though it is a dirtier sort of greyish white than his underside.
He has small rounded ears upon his skull. His paws are also round with coal-black claws that are sharp. He is born to be a fighter, with a stocky build and long teeth. Though still being a puppy, he just looks more like an over-sized fur-ball with legs. He resembles a bear cub, which helps keep predators away unless they're derranged.
Personality: He is usually calm and well-mannered, though he loves to play and is actually quite bold given the opportunity to show his true self. He, too, is slightly rebellious, and loves his family with all of his heart. He is a bit of a showoff and often proud of any good act he does.
He shows potential to grow into a "Ladies-man" or "Womaniser" if you prefer. The type who brings you up and lets you down. Necoryn thinks alot of himself, and often carries himself in a dominant posture.
History: The beginning of his life was fine, but the infection caught his mother while she was out hunting. The father seemed to be more concerned with looking over his pack (Nightpack) and probably didn't even notice Nyshatu was wandering around slavering and growling.
Necoryn could only stay in the den with his sisters, there wasn't much else he could do. His mother seemed to have forgotten where the den was in her delirium. One of his sisters died first, and being so hungry, Necoryn and his remaining sister ate her remains.
Eventually his other sister died, and like before Necoryn took sustinance from his sibling. By then he was old enough to sort of waddle, and he knew he had to find someone to help him or he'd die. Not exactly in terms of words, but he understood the concept of dying without needing any explaination.
So he took off, trying his best to keep low, looking for a wolf with no disease.
Father: Lupe
Mother: Nyshatu
Siblings: 2 Sisters.
Gender: Male
Age: 4 Months.
Pack: None
Rank: Loner
Description: He is mostly black, though some of his black is really dark brown. He was light-blue eyes that didn't change from age. Necoryn has a white stomach that ends between his legs. The tip of his tail is also white, though it is a dirtier sort of greyish white than his underside.
He has small rounded ears upon his skull. His paws are also round with coal-black claws that are sharp. He is born to be a fighter, with a stocky build and long teeth. Though still being a puppy, he just looks more like an over-sized fur-ball with legs. He resembles a bear cub, which helps keep predators away unless they're derranged.
Personality: He is usually calm and well-mannered, though he loves to play and is actually quite bold given the opportunity to show his true self. He, too, is slightly rebellious, and loves his family with all of his heart. He is a bit of a showoff and often proud of any good act he does.
He shows potential to grow into a "Ladies-man" or "Womaniser" if you prefer. The type who brings you up and lets you down. Necoryn thinks alot of himself, and often carries himself in a dominant posture.
History: The beginning of his life was fine, but the infection caught his mother while she was out hunting. The father seemed to be more concerned with looking over his pack (Nightpack) and probably didn't even notice Nyshatu was wandering around slavering and growling.
Necoryn could only stay in the den with his sisters, there wasn't much else he could do. His mother seemed to have forgotten where the den was in her delirium. One of his sisters died first, and being so hungry, Necoryn and his remaining sister ate her remains.
Eventually his other sister died, and like before Necoryn took sustinance from his sibling. By then he was old enough to sort of waddle, and he knew he had to find someone to help him or he'd die. Not exactly in terms of words, but he understood the concept of dying without needing any explaination.
So he took off, trying his best to keep low, looking for a wolf with no disease.
Father: Lupe
Mother: Nyshatu
Siblings: 2 Sisters.