Post by Cross on Apr 5, 2010 17:19:31 GMT -5
Name: Ginger
Age: 1 Year
Gender: Female
Species: Timber Wolf
Rank: None
Pack: None
Mother: River (Deceased)
Father: Sky (Deceased)
Sibling(s): Rock, Mosa, and Flower (Deceased)
Mate: None
Description: So, you want to know what I look like? Well, I have beautiful ginger fur, and my eyes are a wonderful shade of amber. My tail is long and fluffy, keeping me warm while in the cold grip of winter. Now, my paws are solid black and sometimes in the dark I can't see them! The tip of my tail is also black. Most of my body is covered in ginger fur, but my underbelly and some spots around my body are white. My pretty amber eyes are usually shining with some kind of emotion. My hind legs are powerful and help me pounce on my prey. I can fit into small crevices in rocks because of my slender build. I'm not too tall, but I use that to my advantage. I can slip under my enemies and throw them off balance. Isn't that useful?
Personality: I'm usually not around others, but when I am, I can have many different attitudes. My mood can change in a heartbeat. One second, I can be happy and flirty, and the next, I'm attacking you. Most people have to watch what they say around me. I have a nasty temper and it's not too pretty. I do things without thinking them through and end up in a bad situation. I long for friends to help me out, but I end up chasing most of them away. First impressions are important for me. If you prove disloyal to me, then it's hard to regain my trust. I am very talkative. I usually bore anyone who starts a conversation with me and I just keep going on and on about whatever we were talking about.
History: My history isn't too sad for me. I have a heart made of stone, so nothing usually reaches it. It all started when I was born. My mother, River, died six months after I was born. Lucky me, huh? My father killed my brothers and sister, but he kept me alive and tortured me. He starved me and I was on the brink of death when I learned how to hunt. When I became healthy and strong, I killed him while he was sleeping. It was easy. All I had to do was close my powerful jaws around his throat and wait for him to go limp. After that, I wandered around the area for a while until I became bored of it. I now travel near another pack's territory, but I never strayed inside their borders. I don't trust most wolves I come by, but once in a while, I'll talk and just keep going on about whatever the subject was. I do miss my brothers and my sister once in a while, but not for long. Is that sad, or what?
Here's a picture of me:
Don't I look beautiful?
Age: 1 Year
Gender: Female
Species: Timber Wolf
Rank: None
Pack: None
Mother: River (Deceased)
Father: Sky (Deceased)
Sibling(s): Rock, Mosa, and Flower (Deceased)
Mate: None
Description: So, you want to know what I look like? Well, I have beautiful ginger fur, and my eyes are a wonderful shade of amber. My tail is long and fluffy, keeping me warm while in the cold grip of winter. Now, my paws are solid black and sometimes in the dark I can't see them! The tip of my tail is also black. Most of my body is covered in ginger fur, but my underbelly and some spots around my body are white. My pretty amber eyes are usually shining with some kind of emotion. My hind legs are powerful and help me pounce on my prey. I can fit into small crevices in rocks because of my slender build. I'm not too tall, but I use that to my advantage. I can slip under my enemies and throw them off balance. Isn't that useful?
Personality: I'm usually not around others, but when I am, I can have many different attitudes. My mood can change in a heartbeat. One second, I can be happy and flirty, and the next, I'm attacking you. Most people have to watch what they say around me. I have a nasty temper and it's not too pretty. I do things without thinking them through and end up in a bad situation. I long for friends to help me out, but I end up chasing most of them away. First impressions are important for me. If you prove disloyal to me, then it's hard to regain my trust. I am very talkative. I usually bore anyone who starts a conversation with me and I just keep going on and on about whatever we were talking about.
History: My history isn't too sad for me. I have a heart made of stone, so nothing usually reaches it. It all started when I was born. My mother, River, died six months after I was born. Lucky me, huh? My father killed my brothers and sister, but he kept me alive and tortured me. He starved me and I was on the brink of death when I learned how to hunt. When I became healthy and strong, I killed him while he was sleeping. It was easy. All I had to do was close my powerful jaws around his throat and wait for him to go limp. After that, I wandered around the area for a while until I became bored of it. I now travel near another pack's territory, but I never strayed inside their borders. I don't trust most wolves I come by, but once in a while, I'll talk and just keep going on about whatever the subject was. I do miss my brothers and my sister once in a while, but not for long. Is that sad, or what?
Here's a picture of me:
Don't I look beautiful?
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Just wondering since no one has replied In a bit.