Post by •♣Alli♣• on Sept 24, 2006 18:09:21 GMT -5
Name: Dragon Sire
Age: 5 Summers
Peltage: Cobalt Black with a hint of redden socks, and a white 'X' shape on his muzzle
Optics: Blood reddened color, with a hue of a dry-blooded color.
Personality: Extremely aggressive. Hot tempered, and pulls of hells of fights, no one has accepted him into a single pack due to his slaughtering.
History:
Eh, so you want to know my history? Whats it to you?! Pah...you'll just think---aw...he was jus' tortured his whole life. Well...Your way off the wrong side. This is my path and I chose it...for one particular reason...to prove I don't need any help. Sure, I was the runt in the family. But I turned out to be the biggest one.
But each kin of mine, would ask if I needed help. I told 'em to back the hell away. "Aw, you're jus' kiddin Dragon Sire....you do so need my help...you haven't even tried hard enough yet in the first place." The hell! I haven' even started!
So... I get this little plan...I set a trap...heh-heh. Oh...I'll get'em this time. I wandered off, near a river--yes those alligators lived there. I placed a deal with them. For Supper. I smothered myself in Deer blood, and waddled back to the pack like I was in major pain. They all gave me this 'Aw, you poor thing...' look. Heh...I had 'em fooled. They were all mad, and hurt that was was 'injured. So...I showed them, where it came from. I then led them to the river. Invisibly those reptiles lay quietly for there prey. Within minutes...half of the pack was gone.
That moment...the sense of my humor shown, as the bloody fight and dine continued on, so I thought, well...I think I should try it out. So...I did. At first...it didn't work, which made me very mad. So, I started off with a fight. Picking a fight is rather exciting too. I had realized each moment, I fought someone bigger, it had made me feel so superior. That felt so good! Slaughtering the other half of the pack...now don't get me wrong...I didn't kill the pups, and them she-wolves. Not polite to hurt a she-wolf.
But, I decided to explore beyond my stand still...I was the only male-wolf in the pack, so I decided to leave. Apparently many packs had heard of my past, and they wouldn't let me in...so I killed them...
Thats all I'ma' given you 'bout my history. -heh- maybe I may come across you. Then we'll see what happens.....
Age: 5 Summers
Peltage: Cobalt Black with a hint of redden socks, and a white 'X' shape on his muzzle
Optics: Blood reddened color, with a hue of a dry-blooded color.
Personality: Extremely aggressive. Hot tempered, and pulls of hells of fights, no one has accepted him into a single pack due to his slaughtering.
History:
Eh, so you want to know my history? Whats it to you?! Pah...you'll just think---aw...he was jus' tortured his whole life. Well...Your way off the wrong side. This is my path and I chose it...for one particular reason...to prove I don't need any help. Sure, I was the runt in the family. But I turned out to be the biggest one.
But each kin of mine, would ask if I needed help. I told 'em to back the hell away. "Aw, you're jus' kiddin Dragon Sire....you do so need my help...you haven't even tried hard enough yet in the first place." The hell! I haven' even started!
So... I get this little plan...I set a trap...heh-heh. Oh...I'll get'em this time. I wandered off, near a river--yes those alligators lived there. I placed a deal with them. For Supper. I smothered myself in Deer blood, and waddled back to the pack like I was in major pain. They all gave me this 'Aw, you poor thing...' look. Heh...I had 'em fooled. They were all mad, and hurt that was was 'injured. So...I showed them, where it came from. I then led them to the river. Invisibly those reptiles lay quietly for there prey. Within minutes...half of the pack was gone.
That moment...the sense of my humor shown, as the bloody fight and dine continued on, so I thought, well...I think I should try it out. So...I did. At first...it didn't work, which made me very mad. So, I started off with a fight. Picking a fight is rather exciting too. I had realized each moment, I fought someone bigger, it had made me feel so superior. That felt so good! Slaughtering the other half of the pack...now don't get me wrong...I didn't kill the pups, and them she-wolves. Not polite to hurt a she-wolf.
But, I decided to explore beyond my stand still...I was the only male-wolf in the pack, so I decided to leave. Apparently many packs had heard of my past, and they wouldn't let me in...so I killed them...
Thats all I'ma' given you 'bout my history. -heh- maybe I may come across you. Then we'll see what happens.....
