Post by Lyra WhiteShadow on Mar 30, 2010 20:59:46 GMT -5
Where else would you find ****************?
Name: Solstice
Sex: Male
Age: 4 and one half years
Height: 3ft 2in tall at the shoulder
Weight: 230 lbs.
Species: Dire Wolf
Pack/Clan/Loner: Loner (at the moment)
Rank Desired (If in a pack or clan):
Stature/Form/Appearance/Coloration: Heavy and strong, Solstice is solidly built and all male. Under coat is cream shading to white, over coat is tan shading to brown. The one distinctive mark about him is the heavy scar on his left rear leg. The injury that caused this mark is obviously old, and was clearly painful. After long runs or heavy activity, he may sport a limp. Cold weather plauges his injury from time to time.
Personality: Quiet to the point of brooding, he is a difficult one to get to know. He is reluctant to talk about his past, and has been known to snap if pestered to long, particularly about his scar. Deep down he is intensely loyal. Should he find a mate, she will discover one willing to go above and beyond to tend her.
Special Markings: Scar mentioned above.
Accessories /jewelry /ect: None
Pic:
History: To be discovered
Sample Rp: (From a pair of characters I played on Blossom Forest for a short time. Yes it's long, but this is NOT my normal post length. This was an introductory post.)
| My days are numbered... |
A pair of wolves walked slowly among the silent stones. The older, Keena, a silvery-black female limped painfully, her hind leg injured and swollen with an infection that was slowly killing her. She paused often, at times even stopping entirely, trying to regain her breath and ease the searing pain that shot through her at every step. Alongside her ran the younger, Schism, a tannish-grey male, enough similarities between the two to mark them as family, perhaps even mother and son. His adult frame was betrayed by his youthful actions, he was barely a teen, and still carried all his cubhood hopes and fears. He often bounded forward to pounce into large tufts of grass, scattering insects, mice and small birds, then running back to pace his mother's side once again, before taking off in another direction entirely.
| My nights are cold... |
It was easy to tell he had a deep devotion to his mother, the only parent he had ever known. He had always taken care of her, since she hadn't seemed able or willing to stand up for herself. He knew some of her past, having heard it thrown at her as insults from higher ranked pack members. Having heard of her past, he wondered why she would allow the punishments she had recieved. But whenever he tried to ask her about her past, she grew distant, and would only say that, 'That creature is dead now. Let her remain dead.' In time, he stopped asking, and accepted that whatever had happened to change her, would remain forever a mystery, unless she chose to reveal it to him.
| The spark within... |
But, despite the cruel things done to them in their past, he did remember some good things. Though the Alphas had merely tolerated the pair, the Betas had if not taken care of them, they had taken care not to harm them. In fact, the young wolf remembered many months playing with the Beta cubs, a boy and girl, and their older brother. On the other hand, the Alpha cubs, the heirs apparent, had done their best to pretend he hadn't existed. He remembered many a time he sould have gotten in trouble, but Jaron and Selah had stood up for him, and more than once, he had taken the blame for something they had done. At least, until that night...
| Has faded so low... |
It had been several months since the metal trap had ironically saved her and her son's life from the destruction of their pack. Ironic, because in saving her, it had killed her. She wasn't sure if it had been the trap itself, or something on the trap, but whatever it was, poisons were coursing through her body, and she was growing weaker all the time. She found it hard to sleep mostly because of the pain but also because she couldn't seem to keep warm anymore. The nightmares didn't help either. She kept seeing the burned ground and twisted bodies of her former packmates. She wondered if anyone else had survived.
| Slow down my son... |
She knew that Jaron had survived, for he had been with them when the disaster struck. But they had not seen him since he had left off to find Selah, whom he swore was still alive. She hoped that he did find her, and that she was alright. But was worried about her son more. She was afraid that her time was close, and she didn't know what her death would do to her son. She had thought she would always be there to help him, and then, when he was ready, she would be able to die peacefully. But that wasn't going to happen now, and she only hoped she could prepare him for being alone, before he was alone...
| This, I fear, could be my last run... |
Name: Solstice
Sex: Male
Age: 4 and one half years
Height: 3ft 2in tall at the shoulder
Weight: 230 lbs.
Species: Dire Wolf
Pack/Clan/Loner: Loner (at the moment)
Rank Desired (If in a pack or clan):
Stature/Form/Appearance/Coloration: Heavy and strong, Solstice is solidly built and all male. Under coat is cream shading to white, over coat is tan shading to brown. The one distinctive mark about him is the heavy scar on his left rear leg. The injury that caused this mark is obviously old, and was clearly painful. After long runs or heavy activity, he may sport a limp. Cold weather plauges his injury from time to time.
Personality: Quiet to the point of brooding, he is a difficult one to get to know. He is reluctant to talk about his past, and has been known to snap if pestered to long, particularly about his scar. Deep down he is intensely loyal. Should he find a mate, she will discover one willing to go above and beyond to tend her.
Special Markings: Scar mentioned above.
Accessories /jewelry /ect: None
Pic:
History: To be discovered
Sample Rp: (From a pair of characters I played on Blossom Forest for a short time. Yes it's long, but this is NOT my normal post length. This was an introductory post.)
| My days are numbered... |
A pair of wolves walked slowly among the silent stones. The older, Keena, a silvery-black female limped painfully, her hind leg injured and swollen with an infection that was slowly killing her. She paused often, at times even stopping entirely, trying to regain her breath and ease the searing pain that shot through her at every step. Alongside her ran the younger, Schism, a tannish-grey male, enough similarities between the two to mark them as family, perhaps even mother and son. His adult frame was betrayed by his youthful actions, he was barely a teen, and still carried all his cubhood hopes and fears. He often bounded forward to pounce into large tufts of grass, scattering insects, mice and small birds, then running back to pace his mother's side once again, before taking off in another direction entirely.
| My nights are cold... |
It was easy to tell he had a deep devotion to his mother, the only parent he had ever known. He had always taken care of her, since she hadn't seemed able or willing to stand up for herself. He knew some of her past, having heard it thrown at her as insults from higher ranked pack members. Having heard of her past, he wondered why she would allow the punishments she had recieved. But whenever he tried to ask her about her past, she grew distant, and would only say that, 'That creature is dead now. Let her remain dead.' In time, he stopped asking, and accepted that whatever had happened to change her, would remain forever a mystery, unless she chose to reveal it to him.
| The spark within... |
But, despite the cruel things done to them in their past, he did remember some good things. Though the Alphas had merely tolerated the pair, the Betas had if not taken care of them, they had taken care not to harm them. In fact, the young wolf remembered many months playing with the Beta cubs, a boy and girl, and their older brother. On the other hand, the Alpha cubs, the heirs apparent, had done their best to pretend he hadn't existed. He remembered many a time he sould have gotten in trouble, but Jaron and Selah had stood up for him, and more than once, he had taken the blame for something they had done. At least, until that night...
| Has faded so low... |
It had been several months since the metal trap had ironically saved her and her son's life from the destruction of their pack. Ironic, because in saving her, it had killed her. She wasn't sure if it had been the trap itself, or something on the trap, but whatever it was, poisons were coursing through her body, and she was growing weaker all the time. She found it hard to sleep mostly because of the pain but also because she couldn't seem to keep warm anymore. The nightmares didn't help either. She kept seeing the burned ground and twisted bodies of her former packmates. She wondered if anyone else had survived.
| Slow down my son... |
She knew that Jaron had survived, for he had been with them when the disaster struck. But they had not seen him since he had left off to find Selah, whom he swore was still alive. She hoped that he did find her, and that she was alright. But was worried about her son more. She was afraid that her time was close, and she didn't know what her death would do to her son. She had thought she would always be there to help him, and then, when he was ready, she would be able to die peacefully. But that wasn't going to happen now, and she only hoped she could prepare him for being alone, before he was alone...
| This, I fear, could be my last run... |