Post by Stream on Jul 23, 2008 7:35:33 GMT 10
Name
Stream
Breed
Wolf
Age
1 years (17 moons old)
Gender
Female
Description
Scrawny shape with long strong legs. Her jaw muscles are weaker than most young wolves should be. A long thin muzzle. Her pelt is a light mix of white, grey, and brown. Hazel eyes.
Personality
Usually timid. Shy and modest to other wolves, but fierce in battle and short tempered. Kind and caring. She never likes to be alone. She's inquisitive and wants to understand the world around her better. She dislikes humans, of course, and dogs.
History
(It’s not my best but it’s the best I could come up with right now ) Stream was born in late summer. Being raised in the frost of fall and winter, stream is more comfortable in the cold. She had two brothers and a sister. The pack she lived in was small with only a few strong wolves. On a short hunt with one of her brothers, her mother, and two den mates, they heard the distressed howl of one of their den mates calling them back to the dens for help. They arrived to find they were too late, the dens were caved in and fresh blood scents of the others washed over the area. Another scent hung in the air as well, human and dog. Human hunters had hunted and attacked their pack, killing mercilessly adults and pups. The only surviving wolves in the pack, were those who had gone on the hunt. Stream worked with the others to keep the pack alive, but soon winter had come again. The lack of prey and hunters had weakened the pack to where only Stream and her brother survived that winter. Her and her brother traveled and found other wolves that would accept them into their large pack.
Sample Post
Stream walked over an old pine tree and sat beneath it. She scanned the area around her, sniffing the air gently. A scent caught her attention and she followed it. The scent had brought her to a small puddle on the forest floor. She trotted over to the puddle, sniffing around it before lapping some of the cool water.
Her ears pricked as a squirrel scurried up a tree in front of her. She watched it disappear into the thick braches, tilting her head. Some water drops had fallen onto her pelt from an overhead tree branch and she shook the drops off absently, continuing her lapping of the water. Stream sat up with a sigh, and walked on through the clearing. A twig snapped close by, Stream’s ears pricked again. She froze, something was coming through the bushes ahead. She sniffed the air picking up the familiar scent of a pack mate. Stream licked her shoulder as she waited for the other wolf to come into view.
Picture
Stream
Breed
Wolf
Age
1 years (17 moons old)
Gender
Female
Description
Scrawny shape with long strong legs. Her jaw muscles are weaker than most young wolves should be. A long thin muzzle. Her pelt is a light mix of white, grey, and brown. Hazel eyes.
Personality
Usually timid. Shy and modest to other wolves, but fierce in battle and short tempered. Kind and caring. She never likes to be alone. She's inquisitive and wants to understand the world around her better. She dislikes humans, of course, and dogs.
History
(It’s not my best but it’s the best I could come up with right now ) Stream was born in late summer. Being raised in the frost of fall and winter, stream is more comfortable in the cold. She had two brothers and a sister. The pack she lived in was small with only a few strong wolves. On a short hunt with one of her brothers, her mother, and two den mates, they heard the distressed howl of one of their den mates calling them back to the dens for help. They arrived to find they were too late, the dens were caved in and fresh blood scents of the others washed over the area. Another scent hung in the air as well, human and dog. Human hunters had hunted and attacked their pack, killing mercilessly adults and pups. The only surviving wolves in the pack, were those who had gone on the hunt. Stream worked with the others to keep the pack alive, but soon winter had come again. The lack of prey and hunters had weakened the pack to where only Stream and her brother survived that winter. Her and her brother traveled and found other wolves that would accept them into their large pack.
Sample Post
Stream walked over an old pine tree and sat beneath it. She scanned the area around her, sniffing the air gently. A scent caught her attention and she followed it. The scent had brought her to a small puddle on the forest floor. She trotted over to the puddle, sniffing around it before lapping some of the cool water.
Her ears pricked as a squirrel scurried up a tree in front of her. She watched it disappear into the thick braches, tilting her head. Some water drops had fallen onto her pelt from an overhead tree branch and she shook the drops off absently, continuing her lapping of the water. Stream sat up with a sigh, and walked on through the clearing. A twig snapped close by, Stream’s ears pricked again. She froze, something was coming through the bushes ahead. She sniffed the air picking up the familiar scent of a pack mate. Stream licked her shoulder as she waited for the other wolf to come into view.
Picture