Post by l i f e h o u s e . on Feb 21, 2010 14:03:51 GMT -5
nicknames: Lifey, Life, How, Hough, House, Lighty, Light, Lighthouse
gender: brute
age: 2 years
species: Wolf
breed: Arctic wolf
pack: Loner
rank: --
personality: Lifehouse is a neutral wolf. He snaps at any canines that are rude to him, try to steal his catch, or just are pissing him off, but he is nice to his friends and pups. He would be very easy to convince to be kind- or evil. He usually wants to stay out of fighting, even though he loves to shed blood. He trusts anyone that would trust him, making him the perfect friend for many.
features: Lifehouse is a very simple wolf. His left eye is light orange, and his other eye is very dark brown. His fur is long and quite thick, along with his fox-like tail. His snout is long. His teeth are sharp like hawk talons, but his ebony coloured claws are dull. The only part of him that is another colour is his tail, which is black splashed like it was dipped in the thickest ink.
history: Lifehouse didn't know his parents or his brothers or sisters. He only remembers that he has them, and the warmth before they disapppeared. His mother and father left him and his two sisters to die because they were horrible like that, and his sisters got eaten by falcons. His eyes weren't even open when his whole family was gone. When he did open his eyes, he was welcomed by a harsh world. Because he was born in spring- when the earth is truely green all over- it was hard to hunt because of his white pelt. Lifehouse ate berries, but they didn't take the edge off of his hunger. When he was a year old, he taught himself how to hunt rabbits and birds, and he lived from there. He didn't have any thoughts about joining a pack, but he knew it would make his life much easier.
sample rp: The white hills loomed dangerously in the distance, threatening the lives of many small creatures- or large ones if they weren't careful enough. Ice slicked the yellow-green, and on top of that was a thick pile of snow, but at least the snowflakes had subsided, leaving the earth in peace. There was not a single cloud in the sky, no ivory or charred, blackened one. Maybe spring was finally showing its face to the cold world. The animals that lived near the tall, almost mountain-like hills knew that Moore and Niroo- the wolf god and goddess- set the snow out in the middle of the night like a cuddling, yet freezing blanket. They hoped to have footsteps in them at the end of the day, but they weren't so lucky. It wasn't safe to be out at night so late, but they could tell that the sky was opening up to a brand new day. The wolves in rule saw from the opening split in the blackened sky that dawn was approaching quickly, like the famous bad god, Skoll, swiftly padding in the underworld. Slowly, minutes dragged by, and the sun shone up the sky like a bright strike of lightning in a ball form. The area of sky was streaked with what looked like blood (which would be Skoll's blood from fighting all of the time) with purple, dark blue, and orange. The yellow sun rose in the sky slower than ever, but finally, after what seemed like hours upon hours to see light, the golden circle reveled, brighter then ever. It itself seemed delighted to see the snow-covered earth. This was Niroo's form. Moore was the moon, Skoll master of death, but he was only just a legend. Not many believed in hell. The two nice wolves in rule were also gatekeepers of heaven, which only some believed that when they died, they would see the famous duo.
Jumping carefully through the thick, deep snow was me. I was handsome sight, an alaskan malamute-looking wolf (but was actually a tundra wolf) with chipping blue pools that glittered brighter than the snow or sun. On my chest were two large splotches, making me look bold and adoring. I padded forward at high speed, bred for this kind of weather, and kinda enjoying it. Normally I was against the thought of playing in the snow like a pup, but today was different. Today seemed happier than any regular day. My plume tail wagged back and forth so quickly that it blended in with the white powder. My legs were coated in a smooth black colour, covering most of my body like a leather jacket. Ears were perked, but not ready for the danger of the day. It was always there, whether it happened a few minutes from now or moonhigh. Snow crunched under my white-dipped paws, along with ice and a few strands of bracken. My tongue lolled from my jaws, creating icicles from the saliva dripped from my maw, but a grin was plastered on my face. Nothing could ruin my day, it was mine for the taking today. No animal in distress could destroy my perfect day, it was already too wonderful to- Suddenly, there was a new scent hanging in the air. And you know what? It was just my luck. Some canine that needed help was selling out some fear scent for the taking. I sighed. As an alpha of my pack, Nepenthes, I would usually jump in and run even faster to help this... I sniffed the air. This Colcannon mutt. I rolled my eyes. I choose to be a neutral pack for a lot of reasons, but my top one was that I hated Retronym for being all evil and Colcannon for being all lovey-dovey nice.
Instincts took over my frozen body, and I raced up to where the sound came from, the first, smallest, not steep white hill. As I quietly trotted forward, I saw a little black speck up there, not even a bit far up. I sighed at the youngster's stupidity, then easily climbed up to it. I stopped and sat down on a rock next to the Colcannon mutt, just looking down innocently as I could. I couldn't stop myself from laughing, though. My chuckles seemed endless, and they echoed all around me, dancing with me in delight. When I finally finished, I stared down at the large dog. It looked almost exactly like me, except it was pitifully small compared to I. It's black jacket was more grey-ish, unlike my sleek, dark fur. I proudly held my posture, standing up on the rock and curling my tail over my back. The sunlight caught my fur, and the land around me glistened. I looked down at the stupid sibierian husky dog and snarled, "Why didn't you just go around the damn hill? It would have been much easier. Anyway, you are a Colcannon mutt, so you must have to climb these to catch prey, no? Am I wrong, or do you steal food like Retronym? Or do these rumors hold up to your pathetic pack? Are you lean and thin from eating nothing for weeks on end, or are you simply a human toy, too lazy to stomp up a stump like this?" I snorted after my fairly short speech. I would offer this retarded dog clinging to a sticking-up weed help, not like I would enjoy it, but I would. Well, later, not right now. This husky looked almost my age- four years- so it could easily take care of itself, like I could. I was no pup. I was Prosper.
But not for long.
characters: Bernese, Lifehouse
name: Casey, Lifehouse, Bernese
gender: brute
age: 2 years
species: Wolf
breed: Arctic wolf
pack: Loner
rank: --
personality: Lifehouse is a neutral wolf. He snaps at any canines that are rude to him, try to steal his catch, or just are pissing him off, but he is nice to his friends and pups. He would be very easy to convince to be kind- or evil. He usually wants to stay out of fighting, even though he loves to shed blood. He trusts anyone that would trust him, making him the perfect friend for many.
features: Lifehouse is a very simple wolf. His left eye is light orange, and his other eye is very dark brown. His fur is long and quite thick, along with his fox-like tail. His snout is long. His teeth are sharp like hawk talons, but his ebony coloured claws are dull. The only part of him that is another colour is his tail, which is black splashed like it was dipped in the thickest ink.
history: Lifehouse didn't know his parents or his brothers or sisters. He only remembers that he has them, and the warmth before they disapppeared. His mother and father left him and his two sisters to die because they were horrible like that, and his sisters got eaten by falcons. His eyes weren't even open when his whole family was gone. When he did open his eyes, he was welcomed by a harsh world. Because he was born in spring- when the earth is truely green all over- it was hard to hunt because of his white pelt. Lifehouse ate berries, but they didn't take the edge off of his hunger. When he was a year old, he taught himself how to hunt rabbits and birds, and he lived from there. He didn't have any thoughts about joining a pack, but he knew it would make his life much easier.
sample rp: The white hills loomed dangerously in the distance, threatening the lives of many small creatures- or large ones if they weren't careful enough. Ice slicked the yellow-green, and on top of that was a thick pile of snow, but at least the snowflakes had subsided, leaving the earth in peace. There was not a single cloud in the sky, no ivory or charred, blackened one. Maybe spring was finally showing its face to the cold world. The animals that lived near the tall, almost mountain-like hills knew that Moore and Niroo- the wolf god and goddess- set the snow out in the middle of the night like a cuddling, yet freezing blanket. They hoped to have footsteps in them at the end of the day, but they weren't so lucky. It wasn't safe to be out at night so late, but they could tell that the sky was opening up to a brand new day. The wolves in rule saw from the opening split in the blackened sky that dawn was approaching quickly, like the famous bad god, Skoll, swiftly padding in the underworld. Slowly, minutes dragged by, and the sun shone up the sky like a bright strike of lightning in a ball form. The area of sky was streaked with what looked like blood (which would be Skoll's blood from fighting all of the time) with purple, dark blue, and orange. The yellow sun rose in the sky slower than ever, but finally, after what seemed like hours upon hours to see light, the golden circle reveled, brighter then ever. It itself seemed delighted to see the snow-covered earth. This was Niroo's form. Moore was the moon, Skoll master of death, but he was only just a legend. Not many believed in hell. The two nice wolves in rule were also gatekeepers of heaven, which only some believed that when they died, they would see the famous duo.
Jumping carefully through the thick, deep snow was me. I was handsome sight, an alaskan malamute-looking wolf (but was actually a tundra wolf) with chipping blue pools that glittered brighter than the snow or sun. On my chest were two large splotches, making me look bold and adoring. I padded forward at high speed, bred for this kind of weather, and kinda enjoying it. Normally I was against the thought of playing in the snow like a pup, but today was different. Today seemed happier than any regular day. My plume tail wagged back and forth so quickly that it blended in with the white powder. My legs were coated in a smooth black colour, covering most of my body like a leather jacket. Ears were perked, but not ready for the danger of the day. It was always there, whether it happened a few minutes from now or moonhigh. Snow crunched under my white-dipped paws, along with ice and a few strands of bracken. My tongue lolled from my jaws, creating icicles from the saliva dripped from my maw, but a grin was plastered on my face. Nothing could ruin my day, it was mine for the taking today. No animal in distress could destroy my perfect day, it was already too wonderful to- Suddenly, there was a new scent hanging in the air. And you know what? It was just my luck. Some canine that needed help was selling out some fear scent for the taking. I sighed. As an alpha of my pack, Nepenthes, I would usually jump in and run even faster to help this... I sniffed the air. This Colcannon mutt. I rolled my eyes. I choose to be a neutral pack for a lot of reasons, but my top one was that I hated Retronym for being all evil and Colcannon for being all lovey-dovey nice.
Instincts took over my frozen body, and I raced up to where the sound came from, the first, smallest, not steep white hill. As I quietly trotted forward, I saw a little black speck up there, not even a bit far up. I sighed at the youngster's stupidity, then easily climbed up to it. I stopped and sat down on a rock next to the Colcannon mutt, just looking down innocently as I could. I couldn't stop myself from laughing, though. My chuckles seemed endless, and they echoed all around me, dancing with me in delight. When I finally finished, I stared down at the large dog. It looked almost exactly like me, except it was pitifully small compared to I. It's black jacket was more grey-ish, unlike my sleek, dark fur. I proudly held my posture, standing up on the rock and curling my tail over my back. The sunlight caught my fur, and the land around me glistened. I looked down at the stupid sibierian husky dog and snarled, "Why didn't you just go around the damn hill? It would have been much easier. Anyway, you are a Colcannon mutt, so you must have to climb these to catch prey, no? Am I wrong, or do you steal food like Retronym? Or do these rumors hold up to your pathetic pack? Are you lean and thin from eating nothing for weeks on end, or are you simply a human toy, too lazy to stomp up a stump like this?" I snorted after my fairly short speech. I would offer this retarded dog clinging to a sticking-up weed help, not like I would enjoy it, but I would. Well, later, not right now. This husky looked almost my age- four years- so it could easily take care of itself, like I could. I was no pup. I was Prosper.
But not for long.
characters: Bernese, Lifehouse
name: Casey, Lifehouse, Bernese