Post by Ceuseri on Aug 17, 2006 11:48:11 GMT -5
Name: Fang
Age: Five years old
Species: Mackenzie Wolf
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black, black all over, except when he stand in the moonlight, he appears to be a bruised purple, spreading to the tips of his fur like a disease, infecting his pelt with colour. And his eyes, when reflecting light or when the wolf's eye change colour to see in the dark, become a demoic white or yellow glaring as though dead into the face of any who dare defy him, and are enough to make even an alpha back down. He has a long feathery tail, and long fur on the back of his legs. His muzzle is tinged with grey, the only sign of his age, but otherwise he is strong and healthy. He is, however, riddled in scars, both physically amdn mentally, like a spider's web has been dropped over his body, fine white lines weaving over his skin, shining through his fur. He can look quite intimidating, and believe me, he is...
Personality: Hatred, Anger and envy. That's it, through and through. He hates life, he hates the world, he hates himself, he hates his history and he hates everything around him. He fights wolves if he gets bored, as feeling his own blood run down his skin is a comfort to him, and seeing another's blood is merely a bonus. He's eveil, full of malice, and full of loathing. He's definately one to be avoided...he's waiting to die, really, though, hoping it will be soon, waiting to go to the hell he's been dreaming about for 3 years...
History: To be honest, his history is quite sad. When Fang was a year old, he left his pack to search for his own life, fulfill his ambition of having a family and a pack. He was a good wolf then, friendly, chatty, willing to make friends. When he met Karma, he fell head over heels in love, and they became mates. They loved eachother dearly, and got on like a house on fire. They were inseperable, and when they bore they're first litter of five, they were overjoyed.
Theylived together for only 3 months before disaster struck. It was summer, and a forest fire sprang. Fang had run to his mate, eyes watering in the smoke, screaming at her to run. But Karma fought with her instinct and she went back for the cubs in the den, seizing one, throwing another to Fang who grabbed it impatiently and urging the others to run as fast as they could.
But of course, they were too young and they fell behind. Karma had tossed the cub she was carrying to Fang and went back for the other. Fang dropped his cub and bellowed after her to leave them, knowing that instinct had to win over love, or survival would be impossibly in the life of a wolf.
Fang screamed and screamed, hearing the screams of his family, but knowing he couldn't make the same mistake as his mate. The screams fell silent. She and her cubs perished in the fire. Grabbing both cubs in his jaw, he ran as fast as he could until he crossed a river.
Safe on the otherside, sobbing bitterly, he dropped his cubs, who were shivering with horror and loss. They'd survived, and Karma had died. Fury blinding him, fury and pain, he lunged down, shook each like a rat until they were nothing but lumps of flesh in a pool of their own blood. Fang died that day. Not as you associate dying with ceasing to exist, but dying on the inside, and a new fang was born. A fang that blamed everything for his loss, and a Fang that would never let love into his life again.
A Fang who was once a wolf.
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Okay, y'all, listen up. Soph has had a good idea, and as I am away for two weeks, then Fang will be adopted until I return, or a roleplay that has many wolves within will be frozen and I feel very guilty about that. XD
So, post here if you are LITERATE // ACTIVE // AND AWARE OF FANG'S HIDDEN ABILITIES etc, and then pound him again when I get backs. That way, I'm not breaking any rules and no one suffers...
Age: Five years old
Species: Mackenzie Wolf
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black, black all over, except when he stand in the moonlight, he appears to be a bruised purple, spreading to the tips of his fur like a disease, infecting his pelt with colour. And his eyes, when reflecting light or when the wolf's eye change colour to see in the dark, become a demoic white or yellow glaring as though dead into the face of any who dare defy him, and are enough to make even an alpha back down. He has a long feathery tail, and long fur on the back of his legs. His muzzle is tinged with grey, the only sign of his age, but otherwise he is strong and healthy. He is, however, riddled in scars, both physically amdn mentally, like a spider's web has been dropped over his body, fine white lines weaving over his skin, shining through his fur. He can look quite intimidating, and believe me, he is...
Personality: Hatred, Anger and envy. That's it, through and through. He hates life, he hates the world, he hates himself, he hates his history and he hates everything around him. He fights wolves if he gets bored, as feeling his own blood run down his skin is a comfort to him, and seeing another's blood is merely a bonus. He's eveil, full of malice, and full of loathing. He's definately one to be avoided...he's waiting to die, really, though, hoping it will be soon, waiting to go to the hell he's been dreaming about for 3 years...
History: To be honest, his history is quite sad. When Fang was a year old, he left his pack to search for his own life, fulfill his ambition of having a family and a pack. He was a good wolf then, friendly, chatty, willing to make friends. When he met Karma, he fell head over heels in love, and they became mates. They loved eachother dearly, and got on like a house on fire. They were inseperable, and when they bore they're first litter of five, they were overjoyed.
Theylived together for only 3 months before disaster struck. It was summer, and a forest fire sprang. Fang had run to his mate, eyes watering in the smoke, screaming at her to run. But Karma fought with her instinct and she went back for the cubs in the den, seizing one, throwing another to Fang who grabbed it impatiently and urging the others to run as fast as they could.
But of course, they were too young and they fell behind. Karma had tossed the cub she was carrying to Fang and went back for the other. Fang dropped his cub and bellowed after her to leave them, knowing that instinct had to win over love, or survival would be impossibly in the life of a wolf.
Fang screamed and screamed, hearing the screams of his family, but knowing he couldn't make the same mistake as his mate. The screams fell silent. She and her cubs perished in the fire. Grabbing both cubs in his jaw, he ran as fast as he could until he crossed a river.
Safe on the otherside, sobbing bitterly, he dropped his cubs, who were shivering with horror and loss. They'd survived, and Karma had died. Fury blinding him, fury and pain, he lunged down, shook each like a rat until they were nothing but lumps of flesh in a pool of their own blood. Fang died that day. Not as you associate dying with ceasing to exist, but dying on the inside, and a new fang was born. A fang that blamed everything for his loss, and a Fang that would never let love into his life again.
A Fang who was once a wolf.
----
Okay, y'all, listen up. Soph has had a good idea, and as I am away for two weeks, then Fang will be adopted until I return, or a roleplay that has many wolves within will be frozen and I feel very guilty about that. XD
So, post here if you are LITERATE // ACTIVE // AND AWARE OF FANG'S HIDDEN ABILITIES etc, and then pound him again when I get backs. That way, I'm not breaking any rules and no one suffers...
