Post by Ziare on Mar 29, 2009 21:37:18 GMT -7
Name: Ziare
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Age: 3 years
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Pack: Freezing Rivers
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Gender: Male
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Position: Alpha
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Description: Ziare is of about average size with a rich, thick coat of honey-coloured fur. His underside and the tip of his tail are white, his legs and ears a soft hue of deep chocolate. A cinnamon maple leaf marks his right shoulder, giving him an unmistakable identity, and a pair of deep golden eyes gaze out of his finely chiselled face, filled with keen intelligence.
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Personality: Ziare has a heart of gold but the temper of a tazmanian devil. He would be a kind understanding wolf if he could hold on to his temper at all times. His temper can mostly be set off if a member of his pack, or any other wolf for that matter, opposes him or Makuyi. However even for this massive fault he is a good wolf. He cares deeply for his mate, Makuyi, and the pack that he helps her lead.
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History: Ziare was born into the Freezing Rivers Pack. His mother had been a rouge and his father,Scorch, the Healer of the pack. After his birth his father took him in and had another nursing female suckle him. Once he was old enough to eat meat the other female completly ignored him. This is when his father finally took over rasing him. Zaire was taught never to back down to anything. His father had high hopes that his son might actually become alpha even though his temper was well known in the pack. Scorch's plans were crushed when Makuyi took over the pack. Ziare didn't mind since he had always admired the strong fea. Shortly after Ziare became Makuyi's mate his father disappeared.
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Dreams/Secrets: Ziare wants to be a father more than anything, although he is afraid of how to be a father to his pups with his temper. Ziare knows where both his father and his mother is and wants to seek the two of them out.
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In-Character: Ziare growled to himself as he threw his body to the ground. Today was not a good day, already he had snapped at a memember of the pack for some small issue. If he didn't learn to control his angry outbursts he feared his mate would abandon him. With a sigh he lowered his head to his paws and tired to drift off to sleep. The only time he was at peace was when he was sleeping.
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Picture:
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Age: 3 years
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Pack: Freezing Rivers
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Gender: Male
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Position: Alpha
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Description: Ziare is of about average size with a rich, thick coat of honey-coloured fur. His underside and the tip of his tail are white, his legs and ears a soft hue of deep chocolate. A cinnamon maple leaf marks his right shoulder, giving him an unmistakable identity, and a pair of deep golden eyes gaze out of his finely chiselled face, filled with keen intelligence.
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Personality: Ziare has a heart of gold but the temper of a tazmanian devil. He would be a kind understanding wolf if he could hold on to his temper at all times. His temper can mostly be set off if a member of his pack, or any other wolf for that matter, opposes him or Makuyi. However even for this massive fault he is a good wolf. He cares deeply for his mate, Makuyi, and the pack that he helps her lead.
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History: Ziare was born into the Freezing Rivers Pack. His mother had been a rouge and his father,Scorch, the Healer of the pack. After his birth his father took him in and had another nursing female suckle him. Once he was old enough to eat meat the other female completly ignored him. This is when his father finally took over rasing him. Zaire was taught never to back down to anything. His father had high hopes that his son might actually become alpha even though his temper was well known in the pack. Scorch's plans were crushed when Makuyi took over the pack. Ziare didn't mind since he had always admired the strong fea. Shortly after Ziare became Makuyi's mate his father disappeared.
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Dreams/Secrets: Ziare wants to be a father more than anything, although he is afraid of how to be a father to his pups with his temper. Ziare knows where both his father and his mother is and wants to seek the two of them out.
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In-Character: Ziare growled to himself as he threw his body to the ground. Today was not a good day, already he had snapped at a memember of the pack for some small issue. If he didn't learn to control his angry outbursts he feared his mate would abandon him. With a sigh he lowered his head to his paws and tired to drift off to sleep. The only time he was at peace was when he was sleeping.
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