Post by Starz on Apr 30, 2005 11:44:36 GMT -5
My Name: Arloose
My Age: 3
My Breed Is: Artic Wolf
My optics are: He has brilliant grass green eyes, a trait she inherited from his wise and mute mother.
The Color Of My Pelt: As an Artic wolf, he has a striking light cream coat, with a few hair of silver. He has black mittens on all his legs. The mittens on his front limbs reach to his chest, white th back ones look as if he'd steped in a puddle. He also has a dark grey mask and stripe down his back. The stripe widens near his tail, and the top half of his tail is grey. When he swishes it, it looks more-so like it is all grey. He has no particular markings, exept for a rusted looking dimond on his forhead, which stands out on his grey mask. The mark insn't very large, and can't be seen fro afar, but when closer, it's rather hard not to point out. He also has a small scar on the back of his left ear, a the place his father bit him while chasing him away.
My Gender: Brute (Male)
My Personality: Usually on the quite observer side, he tends to think alot. When he speaks, it's usually nice, for he has a very rich, rolling voice. He is always in a good mood, though he never truley shows it, and will easly put another in it's place if he must. He has little intrest in vain wolves, and easly prefers thoughs who are kind and respect others for how they control themsevles. He may think alot, but knows much more than an average wolf his age, as said below. A he loves to play with pups, and always respects a mothers wishes. He's usually up for a game, yet only with those he know well. However, even then he'll speak little. Though many may want him to speak, there is a very slight chase he will. He's much better known to chat by random, with no one really knowing when that may be.
My Crush: Arloose has no crush. He has a mate, though the person who plays her isn't registered here.
My Love: Zael, forever and nothing shall split them. Untill she registers here, he has no mate. He's very loyal to those he loves.
My History: Born to a mute mother and busy father, he never got to speak much. In fact, his father never spoke around his mother, so that she'd never feel bad. He had no siblings and way an only cub. He learned to read body language very well, and grew to respect others for what they were and act, not their plain attitude. His father taught him many tricks, such as how to catch fish easy and how to advoide human traps. When he grew older, their den was raided by a wolf, and his mother died protecting him. His father took his away and told him to find his own home, blaming Arloose for what had happened. While his father led him away, a skirmish broke out. Arloose got away with minor injuries, and learned new moves. He fled from his fathers lands in search of his own, only to stumble upon more trouble. He met a small pack of young males, who ganged up on him. He maaged to drive three of the five off him before they tore off. Since then, he's been much more careful on how he travels, which is now very silent.
My Age: 3
My Breed Is: Artic Wolf
My optics are: He has brilliant grass green eyes, a trait she inherited from his wise and mute mother.
The Color Of My Pelt: As an Artic wolf, he has a striking light cream coat, with a few hair of silver. He has black mittens on all his legs. The mittens on his front limbs reach to his chest, white th back ones look as if he'd steped in a puddle. He also has a dark grey mask and stripe down his back. The stripe widens near his tail, and the top half of his tail is grey. When he swishes it, it looks more-so like it is all grey. He has no particular markings, exept for a rusted looking dimond on his forhead, which stands out on his grey mask. The mark insn't very large, and can't be seen fro afar, but when closer, it's rather hard not to point out. He also has a small scar on the back of his left ear, a the place his father bit him while chasing him away.
My Gender: Brute (Male)
My Personality: Usually on the quite observer side, he tends to think alot. When he speaks, it's usually nice, for he has a very rich, rolling voice. He is always in a good mood, though he never truley shows it, and will easly put another in it's place if he must. He has little intrest in vain wolves, and easly prefers thoughs who are kind and respect others for how they control themsevles. He may think alot, but knows much more than an average wolf his age, as said below. A he loves to play with pups, and always respects a mothers wishes. He's usually up for a game, yet only with those he know well. However, even then he'll speak little. Though many may want him to speak, there is a very slight chase he will. He's much better known to chat by random, with no one really knowing when that may be.
My Crush: Arloose has no crush. He has a mate, though the person who plays her isn't registered here.
My Love: Zael, forever and nothing shall split them. Untill she registers here, he has no mate. He's very loyal to those he loves.
My History: Born to a mute mother and busy father, he never got to speak much. In fact, his father never spoke around his mother, so that she'd never feel bad. He had no siblings and way an only cub. He learned to read body language very well, and grew to respect others for what they were and act, not their plain attitude. His father taught him many tricks, such as how to catch fish easy and how to advoide human traps. When he grew older, their den was raided by a wolf, and his mother died protecting him. His father took his away and told him to find his own home, blaming Arloose for what had happened. While his father led him away, a skirmish broke out. Arloose got away with minor injuries, and learned new moves. He fled from his fathers lands in search of his own, only to stumble upon more trouble. He met a small pack of young males, who ganged up on him. He maaged to drive three of the five off him before they tore off. Since then, he's been much more careful on how he travels, which is now very silent.