Post by Zavi on Aug 12, 2008 8:42:16 GMT 10
Name
Zavi
Breed
100% Grey Wolf
Age
About four years old (approaching fifty moons).
Gender
Female
Description
Zavi bore common markings for a wolf; she had a grey coat with streaks of black running down her spine. Every color was distinct from the rest with no blending between any mark.
Even in warm seasons her coat shed little. Thick fur hid a lanky body, but who wanted a long, bushy tail in the summertime?
Her dark yellow eyes were framed by many bold marks, making it her distinguishing feature. Her stare could be recognized a mile away.
Personality
Zavi has always been quiet and pensive. She rarely speaks unless spoken to, but her mind is always racing with thoughts and ideas. If she does have something to say, she makes it worth listening to. Such reservedness makes her slow to trust but a sweetheart to anyone she does.
Her intelligence makes up for her lack of brute strength. While too young to be wise, Zavi is keen to learn from anyone she meets. She gives her full attention when the gift of knowledge is passed to her.
Zavi is an opportunistic fighter: whether in hunt or in battle, she will wait until the exact moment to strike. This makes her slow to act. If cleverness fails her, she has lost both kill and fight.
History
Zavi was born from a Beta's litter and was destined to be a pack warrior. Her father, though heavily scarred, had never lost a fight. He tried to teach her everything he knew, but Zavi never came up to par. She couldn't go into battle and savage her opponent. She was never comfortable on the offensive.
Try as she might to teach her father her way, she disappointed him. A wolf like her was not even the shadow of a warrior. She knew he was wrong, but as he drove her out she realized wisdom alone couldn't help her at this age. She needed a pack, a family to which she could share her skills.
Sample Post
Another day, another kill escaped. If I don't eat soon, I'll never have the strength to cross the mountains.
Zavi walked in what should have been her element -- snow whirled all around her, blanketing the crystals until the landscape was an ocean of white. A row of mountains barred the path to any filling game. What could she do if only mice and rabbits were in this valley?
She calmed herself, sinking into thought. "Hmm," murring to herself, her nose sunk to the ground. Shallow footprints drove eyes up, and then back down. They smelled of mouse: barely enough to sustain her, but it would have to do.
Picture
(Linked because of size and not uploaded to my own server)
Zavi
Breed
100% Grey Wolf
Age
About four years old (approaching fifty moons).
Gender
Female
Description
Zavi bore common markings for a wolf; she had a grey coat with streaks of black running down her spine. Every color was distinct from the rest with no blending between any mark.
Even in warm seasons her coat shed little. Thick fur hid a lanky body, but who wanted a long, bushy tail in the summertime?
Her dark yellow eyes were framed by many bold marks, making it her distinguishing feature. Her stare could be recognized a mile away.
Personality
Zavi has always been quiet and pensive. She rarely speaks unless spoken to, but her mind is always racing with thoughts and ideas. If she does have something to say, she makes it worth listening to. Such reservedness makes her slow to trust but a sweetheart to anyone she does.
Her intelligence makes up for her lack of brute strength. While too young to be wise, Zavi is keen to learn from anyone she meets. She gives her full attention when the gift of knowledge is passed to her.
Zavi is an opportunistic fighter: whether in hunt or in battle, she will wait until the exact moment to strike. This makes her slow to act. If cleverness fails her, she has lost both kill and fight.
History
Zavi was born from a Beta's litter and was destined to be a pack warrior. Her father, though heavily scarred, had never lost a fight. He tried to teach her everything he knew, but Zavi never came up to par. She couldn't go into battle and savage her opponent. She was never comfortable on the offensive.
Try as she might to teach her father her way, she disappointed him. A wolf like her was not even the shadow of a warrior. She knew he was wrong, but as he drove her out she realized wisdom alone couldn't help her at this age. She needed a pack, a family to which she could share her skills.
Sample Post
Another day, another kill escaped. If I don't eat soon, I'll never have the strength to cross the mountains.
Zavi walked in what should have been her element -- snow whirled all around her, blanketing the crystals until the landscape was an ocean of white. A row of mountains barred the path to any filling game. What could she do if only mice and rabbits were in this valley?
She calmed herself, sinking into thought. "Hmm," murring to herself, her nose sunk to the ground. Shallow footprints drove eyes up, and then back down. They smelled of mouse: barely enough to sustain her, but it would have to do.
Picture
(Linked because of size and not uploaded to my own server)
