Post by <3Dué Le Quartz ¤ on Mar 31, 2009 15:52:21 GMT -7
Name: Arual
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Age: 37 Moons
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Pack: Broken Shadows
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Gender: Male
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Position: Omega
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Description: He is all black with a white muzzle, white paws, and fluffy white ear tips. He has a blue-gray stripe going down from his ears to his tail tip. His nose is a diluted jet black and usually moist. His ears are medium sized. His teeth are average length and razor sharp. He has long sharp claws. He is a fast runner and loves to run. He has the build for a hunter, so he hunts a lot. His eyes are a violet red. He is very small for his age and has very small paws. His paws cut very easily because his paw-pads are very soft. His paw pads are black colored and smooth when not cut. His skin has a special thin layer of oil to keep water and moistness out. Along his spine area is very coarse fur which raises into a large Mohawk when he is angry, protecting something, or not sure of another wolf or animal that he has never seen in the past. His fur shines in the bright sunlight and moonlight. His fur is very soft and fluffy and his tail is bushy. His fur is long and thick, great for winter months.
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Personality: When he is given a task of almost any kind, he will set his mind to complete the task as soon as he can, but will try to do it as correctly and with little mistakes as possible. He doesn’t do too well with new people and tends to give a bad impression. When one gets to know him over a long period of time, best is a year, he tends to be himself, not the shy shell that he has when he first meets one. He is very observant and is a great pup sitter and loves bird watching. He knows a variety of birds from the north and none from the south, but vows to someday get to the south and learn all he can about those birds. One may think he’s happy, but he’s probably not going to be ok. He hides his emotions from others. Many tend to think he is indifferent, but on the inside he is burning with strong emotions, which he succeeds to keep hidden. He’s had many of his friends tell lies straight to his face and then stab him in the back in some way. He’s always had to work to get what he needed and wanted.
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History: His first year of life was rough, and at times it was seriously debated whether he would live. His brother died young, at only 3 moons old. Both his mother and his father died not too long ago. his sister is 3 moons old and still alive. His mother and father had one last litter before dying. They were out hunting together when on a perfectly clear day a freak blizzard came from no where. His parents, along with some others, were caught in it and died. After that his life was in a rut. He eventually got out of his rut and decided to live life at it's fullest. He cared for his sister well and prayed for his family. He hopes that his sister lives longer than his brother did.
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Dreams/Secrets: He aspires to be more than an Omega, even though in wolf packs that's just about impossible.
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In-Character:
Well,” Longshadows thought for a moment, “It was…Alright…for me. Pachua and Manaba weren’t with me all my life. They found out that their mother had a sibling, me, and asked to join up with me, and I said yes. Before they came, I took care of a young wolf. He was a year younger than me, but looked much younger. He was an Albino, so he was much weaker. The Albino’s name was Yansin. When I met him, Yansin was very Ill. He was on death’s door when we met. I decided to help him out. I asked Mint, an old she-wolf who knew a lot about healing, what would happen to him. She said that their was no way to save him. She said I may be able to rid him of the side-effects, but he would never heal. She said it would come back and strike him down again.
Yansin and I became quite the good friends. He strengthened a few weeks after Mint aided me in treating him. We spent Two years together. We did everything together. Two years after He had healed, he fell ill again. This time, he would not be able to be healed. I was with him until he died. When he died, I buried him underneath the tree that we had first met and left. I vowed to come back, but I can’t. There was a great blizzard up in the mountains we lived and it had buried the general area in which we had lived. I tried to get back, but there was no way possible. I will never return there.”
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Picture: You may add a picture *real or non-real* of your wolf.
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Age: 37 Moons
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Pack: Broken Shadows
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Gender: Male
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Position: Omega
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Description: He is all black with a white muzzle, white paws, and fluffy white ear tips. He has a blue-gray stripe going down from his ears to his tail tip. His nose is a diluted jet black and usually moist. His ears are medium sized. His teeth are average length and razor sharp. He has long sharp claws. He is a fast runner and loves to run. He has the build for a hunter, so he hunts a lot. His eyes are a violet red. He is very small for his age and has very small paws. His paws cut very easily because his paw-pads are very soft. His paw pads are black colored and smooth when not cut. His skin has a special thin layer of oil to keep water and moistness out. Along his spine area is very coarse fur which raises into a large Mohawk when he is angry, protecting something, or not sure of another wolf or animal that he has never seen in the past. His fur shines in the bright sunlight and moonlight. His fur is very soft and fluffy and his tail is bushy. His fur is long and thick, great for winter months.
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Personality: When he is given a task of almost any kind, he will set his mind to complete the task as soon as he can, but will try to do it as correctly and with little mistakes as possible. He doesn’t do too well with new people and tends to give a bad impression. When one gets to know him over a long period of time, best is a year, he tends to be himself, not the shy shell that he has when he first meets one. He is very observant and is a great pup sitter and loves bird watching. He knows a variety of birds from the north and none from the south, but vows to someday get to the south and learn all he can about those birds. One may think he’s happy, but he’s probably not going to be ok. He hides his emotions from others. Many tend to think he is indifferent, but on the inside he is burning with strong emotions, which he succeeds to keep hidden. He’s had many of his friends tell lies straight to his face and then stab him in the back in some way. He’s always had to work to get what he needed and wanted.
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History: His first year of life was rough, and at times it was seriously debated whether he would live. His brother died young, at only 3 moons old. Both his mother and his father died not too long ago. his sister is 3 moons old and still alive. His mother and father had one last litter before dying. They were out hunting together when on a perfectly clear day a freak blizzard came from no where. His parents, along with some others, were caught in it and died. After that his life was in a rut. He eventually got out of his rut and decided to live life at it's fullest. He cared for his sister well and prayed for his family. He hopes that his sister lives longer than his brother did.
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Dreams/Secrets: He aspires to be more than an Omega, even though in wolf packs that's just about impossible.
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In-Character:
Well,” Longshadows thought for a moment, “It was…Alright…for me. Pachua and Manaba weren’t with me all my life. They found out that their mother had a sibling, me, and asked to join up with me, and I said yes. Before they came, I took care of a young wolf. He was a year younger than me, but looked much younger. He was an Albino, so he was much weaker. The Albino’s name was Yansin. When I met him, Yansin was very Ill. He was on death’s door when we met. I decided to help him out. I asked Mint, an old she-wolf who knew a lot about healing, what would happen to him. She said that their was no way to save him. She said I may be able to rid him of the side-effects, but he would never heal. She said it would come back and strike him down again.
Yansin and I became quite the good friends. He strengthened a few weeks after Mint aided me in treating him. We spent Two years together. We did everything together. Two years after He had healed, he fell ill again. This time, he would not be able to be healed. I was with him until he died. When he died, I buried him underneath the tree that we had first met and left. I vowed to come back, but I can’t. There was a great blizzard up in the mountains we lived and it had buried the general area in which we had lived. I tried to get back, but there was no way possible. I will never return there.”
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Picture: You may add a picture *real or non-real* of your wolf.
