Post by ~*Dream*~ on Nov 22, 2009 19:24:50 GMT -5
Name: Riatha
Age: Four
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
Breed: Gray Wolf
Colors: I carry the well-known gray wolf traits. Because I'm female I have a narrower muzzle and forehead, unlike the males. My legs are slightly shorter and my shoulders aren't nearly as massive. I have webbed toes to help me adapt to terrains of all types, and like all others I rely on my stamina to hunt. I can run for miles at a steady pace. I have powerful jaws and sharp teeth to help subdue my prey as well as make the kill quick and quiet. My fur itself is pitch black, the furs long and silky at any given time -- though they tint red during meal time. My eyes are a deel auburn, almost red -- but not quite.
Personality: I'm not nice, infact, I've been called a...um..."pregnant dog" by many. I don't CARE what you're thinking, and I don't particularly want to know. I can come across as quite arrogant sometimes, but I know when I've been beat -- an opportunity that doesn't come around often. The only wolves I would ever bow my heads to are my alpha's -- though I tend to borderline direspectful sometimes. I definitely have a sassy streak in me, and I've seemingly perfected the art of sarcasm. Other wolves rarely mess with me, as I always get them back in one way or another. I'm not afraid to speak my mind, so don't take anything I say too personally -- cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. I've been known to anger many, but I don't care.
History: Unlucky. That's probably the word that best describes my up bringing. Born in the deserts at the paws of a traveling pack, I was quickly exposed to the world's harsh world. When I turned 1 month, my health began to deteriorate and it became quite serious. My muscle mass thinned considerably and I had no appetite at all. I became weak and quickly pushed down the pup dominant line. It wasn't anything personal, but rank counted for everything there -- and I currently wasn't worth crap. I was nothing more than a hold back. My father, being leader, had a reputation he couldn't afford to loose and ordered my death. My mother, trying to protect me, took me to these strange lands were I was handed off to another pack. They lived in a more grassy place, full of more prey and I quickly felt better -- though the illness I had was never named. My new mother was Yasmine and my new father Sergent. I grew up happy there, playing and laughing at our trouble. When my parents passed away I was devastated, and left knowing it was my fault -- though how it came to be I will never say.
Password: moose
Age: Four
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
Breed: Gray Wolf
Colors: I carry the well-known gray wolf traits. Because I'm female I have a narrower muzzle and forehead, unlike the males. My legs are slightly shorter and my shoulders aren't nearly as massive. I have webbed toes to help me adapt to terrains of all types, and like all others I rely on my stamina to hunt. I can run for miles at a steady pace. I have powerful jaws and sharp teeth to help subdue my prey as well as make the kill quick and quiet. My fur itself is pitch black, the furs long and silky at any given time -- though they tint red during meal time. My eyes are a deel auburn, almost red -- but not quite.
Personality: I'm not nice, infact, I've been called a...um..."pregnant dog" by many. I don't CARE what you're thinking, and I don't particularly want to know. I can come across as quite arrogant sometimes, but I know when I've been beat -- an opportunity that doesn't come around often. The only wolves I would ever bow my heads to are my alpha's -- though I tend to borderline direspectful sometimes. I definitely have a sassy streak in me, and I've seemingly perfected the art of sarcasm. Other wolves rarely mess with me, as I always get them back in one way or another. I'm not afraid to speak my mind, so don't take anything I say too personally -- cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. I've been known to anger many, but I don't care.
History: Unlucky. That's probably the word that best describes my up bringing. Born in the deserts at the paws of a traveling pack, I was quickly exposed to the world's harsh world. When I turned 1 month, my health began to deteriorate and it became quite serious. My muscle mass thinned considerably and I had no appetite at all. I became weak and quickly pushed down the pup dominant line. It wasn't anything personal, but rank counted for everything there -- and I currently wasn't worth crap. I was nothing more than a hold back. My father, being leader, had a reputation he couldn't afford to loose and ordered my death. My mother, trying to protect me, took me to these strange lands were I was handed off to another pack. They lived in a more grassy place, full of more prey and I quickly felt better -- though the illness I had was never named. My new mother was Yasmine and my new father Sergent. I grew up happy there, playing and laughing at our trouble. When my parents passed away I was devastated, and left knowing it was my fault -- though how it came to be I will never say.
Password: moose
