Post by Silverfeather on Mar 6, 2010 8:47:55 GMT -5
PICTURE IMAGE HERE (must not stretch the page. if it does, put the url here) i191.photobucket.com/albums/z217/Keota31690/wolf.jpg
CHARACTER NAME HERE
SilverfeatherCHARACTER NAME HERE
nicknames: Silv
gender: Female
age: Two Years Old
species: Wolf
breed: Grey Wolf
pack: Loner
rank: N/A
personality: Sweet, quick to defend a pack in need without a thought about her own safety, acts like an overprotective mother despite the fact she has no pups of her own, helpful, and playful
features: Silverfeather is a silver colored wolf. Some parts of her pelt have black flecks. Her eyes are a gentle blue. She is small in stature, but can easily hold her own.
history: Silverfeather left her pack in an attempt to find a pack that would hopefully suit her own personality, but yet she has found no such pack. She has no memory of her puphood. She just seems to wander without a purpose, yet tucked away in some small part of her head lies the purpose for her wandering. She estimates her age to be around two years, but of this she is not certain.
sample rp: "My paws ache and I haven't had a bite to eat in days.." Silverfeather lets out a heavy sigh and lies down, panting while her blue eyes drift shut. "What ever happened to packs who weren't motivated by personal gain or corruption?!" She whimpers and rests her head between her paws, trying to fall asleep, but her dreams are filled with horrific images an terrible memories which she'd rather let go of. While she dreams, her leg twitches so a wolf who passed by her would think she was dreaming of hunting. "A few noises crash around me. My mind is swept into a raging current."
She mumbles this as a litany in her sleep then when she awoke, feeling some what energetic, she stands and begins to sprint in the direction she was headed. She refused to hunt because in doing so, she knew her actions would take food from packs who need it. No, she would earn her food. Even if doing so ended up killing her. After all, this was winter, and prey was scarce.
She listened to the exhausted sound of her paw falls as she ran. She allowed her ears to twitch while her tail seemed to wave behind her. A soft grunt being forced from her maw as she stumbles. "That's it..even I need rest.." This being said, she collapses and drifts off to sleep.
characters: Silverfeather
name: Silv
gender: Female
age: Two Years Old
species: Wolf
breed: Grey Wolf
pack: Loner
rank: N/A
personality: Sweet, quick to defend a pack in need without a thought about her own safety, acts like an overprotective mother despite the fact she has no pups of her own, helpful, and playful
features: Silverfeather is a silver colored wolf. Some parts of her pelt have black flecks. Her eyes are a gentle blue. She is small in stature, but can easily hold her own.
history: Silverfeather left her pack in an attempt to find a pack that would hopefully suit her own personality, but yet she has found no such pack. She has no memory of her puphood. She just seems to wander without a purpose, yet tucked away in some small part of her head lies the purpose for her wandering. She estimates her age to be around two years, but of this she is not certain.
sample rp: "My paws ache and I haven't had a bite to eat in days.." Silverfeather lets out a heavy sigh and lies down, panting while her blue eyes drift shut. "What ever happened to packs who weren't motivated by personal gain or corruption?!" She whimpers and rests her head between her paws, trying to fall asleep, but her dreams are filled with horrific images an terrible memories which she'd rather let go of. While she dreams, her leg twitches so a wolf who passed by her would think she was dreaming of hunting. "A few noises crash around me. My mind is swept into a raging current."
She mumbles this as a litany in her sleep then when she awoke, feeling some what energetic, she stands and begins to sprint in the direction she was headed. She refused to hunt because in doing so, she knew her actions would take food from packs who need it. No, she would earn her food. Even if doing so ended up killing her. After all, this was winter, and prey was scarce.
She listened to the exhausted sound of her paw falls as she ran. She allowed her ears to twitch while her tail seemed to wave behind her. A soft grunt being forced from her maw as she stumbles. "That's it..even I need rest.." This being said, she collapses and drifts off to sleep.
characters: Silverfeather
name: Silv
