Post by bronze on Aug 17, 2007 16:09:31 GMT -5
Name: Shadow
Gender: Brute
Breed: Rocky Mountain WolfxGerman Shepherd
Age: 4 years
Pack: West-Good
Appearance:
Gender: Brute
Breed: Rocky Mountain WolfxGerman Shepherd
Age: 4 years
Pack: West-Good
Appearance:
Shadow is big, strong, and friendly. His long pelt is a solid glossy black. He looks like his father, the wolf, but his hard muscles and immense strength were inherited from his mother. He has unusually long fangs and claws. His size and weapons make him quite intimidatiting to other wolves, which isn't a problem to him. However, if one comes closer, his friendly nature is revealed by his sparkling emerald eyes.Personality:
He's a very social animal. He is lively and open, and often seems less intelligent than he really is. Don't make that mistake. He can take control of a situation in an instant. It might not be his first choice, but he's willing to fight. The only things faster than his mind are his ivory canines. He likes being in the middle of things. He is very well mannered around faes. The only sign of irritation he ever shows of is a slight narrowing of his eyes.History:
Shadow's mother was an ill-mannered German Shepherd. Her owner sold her to a company in need of sled dogs. She soon broke free, and lived in the wilderness until she ran into a lone male. They became mates, and she had four pups. Shadow was the only survivor. He grew up, and learned to hunt and fight. In due time, he left his mother. The young brute wandered the wilderness for about three years. In that time, he was given the name Shadow for his dark fur. He stole from the "people with dogs" often. The humans and the young brute became enemies. He was born with some tameness in him, but that grew smaller as he learned only about the kind of man who killed his kind. He came to Silicon Valley with a heart of wildness and pride, but friendliness toward his fellow wolves.Image: RP Example:
A ray of sunlight streamed through the dead branches onto the snow, illuminating the area with a rainbow of sparkles. A wolf yawned from behind a tree. His snow covered pelt was deep black. He shook himself thuroughly, filling the air with flurries. He blinked happily. With his tail held high, he trotted off.
At the bank of a frozen river, he stopped. Until this day, it's deadly current had kept him from exploring any more of the wilderness he called home. He padded carefully to a hole in the ice. The flashing scales of fish were too tempting. His paw flashed, and a fish landed on the ice surface, and was immedietly snatched up into his black muzzle. With his prize clutched firmly in his jaws he continued on his way.