Post by rogan on Apr 2, 2008 12:23:31 GMT -5
Name: Marrow
Gender: Male
Pack: Undecided/Loner
Rank: n/a
Personality: Marrow has a very dominant personality, and it’s not to his advantage. He’s always been the best in his pack, until the day he was defeated. Even then though, he was stronger and better. He has an attitude that tells others he knows who he is. It is commonly called arrogance. His head is tough. Being a warrior he can take a lot of insult. However, it will confuse him if he doesn’t understand why. This is his major weakness. While being occupied with why he’s fighting, the opponent can easily take him down. Not only does it confuse him, but also he doesn’t have any motive for striking back.
Marrow doesn’t fight for just any reason at all; he needs motif to give him energy. Rather, he tries to be polite first. It is out of character for his physique, but he does it anyway. If that doesn’t work then he will fight. Ever since his pack abandoned him he’s been quite lonely. He doesn’t talk as much as he used to, and he often feels nervous around strangers. His spirit used to be wild and ferocious, but now its broken and he cannot bring his old self around again.
History: Marrow was born a fighter. His father was alpha, and he succeeded him as such. However, the pack believed Marrow to be a little too rough for their likes. He was young and full of it. No body dared to challenge him though. A wolf in the pack was either with Marrow on everything, or one of the whisperings in the backdrop. There was dissention that he knew nothing about. It was a well-kept secret. The day of the mutiny was a day of bloodshed. No one expected it to hit so fast.
The morning was beautiful. There was fall in the air, and the mountain dew was fresh on their noses. The smell of rain was in the air. Marrow loved it too. The rain was relieving. It fed them when they were thirsty, and fed their prey as well. They could not handle the world without it. He also loved the feel of cool drops seeping through his thick fur to nourish his skin. He looked forward to dancing with the pack if it came today. He stretched front to back as usual, and began to look for his friends.
Kiba was his beta fea. She was the first he spotted. She had been acting funny lately. He was shrugging it off, but that day was the last straw. He reached her bed and nudged for her to wake. She growled and turned away; unaware that it was the alpha calling for her. He let it slide, because he knew she didn’t mean it that way. Marrow nudged harder this time and she woke with frustration almost screaming ”What!?” He growled a little at her disrespect. She saw it was him and immediately realized her mistake. ”Sorry Marrow, I didn’t realize it was you.” He was confused anyway that she would speak like that to any pack member. ”What did you want?” She hadn’t even greeted him properly. He was pissed. ”Kiba, I don’t mean to be rude, but you’ve been off lately and I was wondering if we could have a talk. It’s serious.” At this the other pack members raised their attention. She was embarrassed, and Marrow felt slightly accomplished at that.
The pack slept in three sects, for it was too big for them to all sleep together. One was the upper hierarchy. The second was the commons, or deltas. The third was the loners. They weren’t really loners, but they preferred to be alone in the pack and slept in various places. Omegas did the same. Marrow knew everyone and made a point to speak to them at least once each day. He wanted to keep track of everything and make sure nothing went on without him knowing. It was hard to surprise him. Kiba slept with the deltas. For some reason unknown to Marrow she preferred to be like everyone else. It made sense to him when she explained it, but then later on he still didn’t understand.
She groggily got up and waddled after him. Her legs were short, and it slowed her greatly in hunts, but she was a good fighter, and at times one of the best advice givers. That was exactly what was wrong though. She had said practically nothing to him lately. Marrow prepared himself for a difficult talk. He was crappy at these sorts of things. He couldn’t get the thoughts in his head through the anxiety in his stomach, and they ended up a little too well filtered. ”I’ve needed your help on some things, but it seems every time I ask for advice from you, Kiba, you turn me down and walk away.” She was startled. He hit the spot for saying exactly what was happening. ”I can’t have a beta like that. Either tell me what to do to fix this, or I might have to ask you to step down.” She was even more startled by this.
Kiba’s heart beat faster than normally. She could feel all the anger rushing through her veins. She was ready to yell, but kept her calm as best she could. ”You are the problem, not me. I’m not your friend; you just think I am because I can think. You’re the alpha; you should be able to calculate solutions yourself! What I don’t understand is why you are so willing to ask for help? You should be ashamed.” She avoided the real problem with that, and he growled deeply. She had insulted him. At Marrow’s threatening voice the rest of the pack came running; more than half on Kiba’s side. Marrow stopped growling. It seemed there was about to be a battle. He looked behind himself to see only the loners and omegas on his side. Even the upper hierarchy was more loyal to Kiba. ”What is this?” He thought out loud. At that it seemed like the other side laughed at him. He looked at Kiba questioningly. She smirked and whispered provocatively, ”If you were worthy of being alpha, you would see what’s wrong.” She laughed while saying the next part. “We hate you.”
He lost his position as alpha, and the dead count was six total. The pack was now half its regular size. Since he was such a good fighter, no one had been able to take him, not even two at a time. Four of the dead were the ones who had protected him. As the battle was over and Kiba had lead her new pack back to the grounds, Marrow limped over to the carcasses. He even gave respects to the ones who had fought against him, then took his leave as a loner.
His pride was broken; he had no clue where to go and what to do. He longed for somebody’s guidance, but there was no one.
Other:
-Appearance: Marrow is scruffy. His fur is thick, often filled with dirt. He travels a lot and gets all sort of things stuck in his coat. Not only that, but he never bothers to clean it. He thinks its worthless since it will only get just as dirty the next day. This attitude has brought him many matted patches, and they are impossible to get out. His pelt has a special way of holding in water. Of he decides to swim or if it rains, he won’t be dry for at least another day. His legs are tall and get unnaturally buff at the ankles, making his paws huge too. The rest of his leg is as skinny as any red wolf’s would be. Because of this his speed is only average. The length of his stride balances the heavy paws out.
His spine has a bend in it, a haunch. He looks fairly old, and he is. Marrow’s age consists of eight years total. He has lived through a lot of troubles, but not many of them personally affecting him. He has been alpha his whole life. Even as a puppy he was dominant in the litter. He holds his head at its highest without thinking about it. In his few months of being a loner this has earned him many scars. One of the majors ones travels down his belly. It’s the only one that can be seen.
Gender: Male
Pack: Undecided/Loner
Rank: n/a
Personality: Marrow has a very dominant personality, and it’s not to his advantage. He’s always been the best in his pack, until the day he was defeated. Even then though, he was stronger and better. He has an attitude that tells others he knows who he is. It is commonly called arrogance. His head is tough. Being a warrior he can take a lot of insult. However, it will confuse him if he doesn’t understand why. This is his major weakness. While being occupied with why he’s fighting, the opponent can easily take him down. Not only does it confuse him, but also he doesn’t have any motive for striking back.
Marrow doesn’t fight for just any reason at all; he needs motif to give him energy. Rather, he tries to be polite first. It is out of character for his physique, but he does it anyway. If that doesn’t work then he will fight. Ever since his pack abandoned him he’s been quite lonely. He doesn’t talk as much as he used to, and he often feels nervous around strangers. His spirit used to be wild and ferocious, but now its broken and he cannot bring his old self around again.
History: Marrow was born a fighter. His father was alpha, and he succeeded him as such. However, the pack believed Marrow to be a little too rough for their likes. He was young and full of it. No body dared to challenge him though. A wolf in the pack was either with Marrow on everything, or one of the whisperings in the backdrop. There was dissention that he knew nothing about. It was a well-kept secret. The day of the mutiny was a day of bloodshed. No one expected it to hit so fast.
The morning was beautiful. There was fall in the air, and the mountain dew was fresh on their noses. The smell of rain was in the air. Marrow loved it too. The rain was relieving. It fed them when they were thirsty, and fed their prey as well. They could not handle the world without it. He also loved the feel of cool drops seeping through his thick fur to nourish his skin. He looked forward to dancing with the pack if it came today. He stretched front to back as usual, and began to look for his friends.
Kiba was his beta fea. She was the first he spotted. She had been acting funny lately. He was shrugging it off, but that day was the last straw. He reached her bed and nudged for her to wake. She growled and turned away; unaware that it was the alpha calling for her. He let it slide, because he knew she didn’t mean it that way. Marrow nudged harder this time and she woke with frustration almost screaming ”What!?” He growled a little at her disrespect. She saw it was him and immediately realized her mistake. ”Sorry Marrow, I didn’t realize it was you.” He was confused anyway that she would speak like that to any pack member. ”What did you want?” She hadn’t even greeted him properly. He was pissed. ”Kiba, I don’t mean to be rude, but you’ve been off lately and I was wondering if we could have a talk. It’s serious.” At this the other pack members raised their attention. She was embarrassed, and Marrow felt slightly accomplished at that.
The pack slept in three sects, for it was too big for them to all sleep together. One was the upper hierarchy. The second was the commons, or deltas. The third was the loners. They weren’t really loners, but they preferred to be alone in the pack and slept in various places. Omegas did the same. Marrow knew everyone and made a point to speak to them at least once each day. He wanted to keep track of everything and make sure nothing went on without him knowing. It was hard to surprise him. Kiba slept with the deltas. For some reason unknown to Marrow she preferred to be like everyone else. It made sense to him when she explained it, but then later on he still didn’t understand.
She groggily got up and waddled after him. Her legs were short, and it slowed her greatly in hunts, but she was a good fighter, and at times one of the best advice givers. That was exactly what was wrong though. She had said practically nothing to him lately. Marrow prepared himself for a difficult talk. He was crappy at these sorts of things. He couldn’t get the thoughts in his head through the anxiety in his stomach, and they ended up a little too well filtered. ”I’ve needed your help on some things, but it seems every time I ask for advice from you, Kiba, you turn me down and walk away.” She was startled. He hit the spot for saying exactly what was happening. ”I can’t have a beta like that. Either tell me what to do to fix this, or I might have to ask you to step down.” She was even more startled by this.
Kiba’s heart beat faster than normally. She could feel all the anger rushing through her veins. She was ready to yell, but kept her calm as best she could. ”You are the problem, not me. I’m not your friend; you just think I am because I can think. You’re the alpha; you should be able to calculate solutions yourself! What I don’t understand is why you are so willing to ask for help? You should be ashamed.” She avoided the real problem with that, and he growled deeply. She had insulted him. At Marrow’s threatening voice the rest of the pack came running; more than half on Kiba’s side. Marrow stopped growling. It seemed there was about to be a battle. He looked behind himself to see only the loners and omegas on his side. Even the upper hierarchy was more loyal to Kiba. ”What is this?” He thought out loud. At that it seemed like the other side laughed at him. He looked at Kiba questioningly. She smirked and whispered provocatively, ”If you were worthy of being alpha, you would see what’s wrong.” She laughed while saying the next part. “We hate you.”
He lost his position as alpha, and the dead count was six total. The pack was now half its regular size. Since he was such a good fighter, no one had been able to take him, not even two at a time. Four of the dead were the ones who had protected him. As the battle was over and Kiba had lead her new pack back to the grounds, Marrow limped over to the carcasses. He even gave respects to the ones who had fought against him, then took his leave as a loner.
His pride was broken; he had no clue where to go and what to do. He longed for somebody’s guidance, but there was no one.
Other:
-Appearance: Marrow is scruffy. His fur is thick, often filled with dirt. He travels a lot and gets all sort of things stuck in his coat. Not only that, but he never bothers to clean it. He thinks its worthless since it will only get just as dirty the next day. This attitude has brought him many matted patches, and they are impossible to get out. His pelt has a special way of holding in water. Of he decides to swim or if it rains, he won’t be dry for at least another day. His legs are tall and get unnaturally buff at the ankles, making his paws huge too. The rest of his leg is as skinny as any red wolf’s would be. Because of this his speed is only average. The length of his stride balances the heavy paws out.
His spine has a bend in it, a haunch. He looks fairly old, and he is. Marrow’s age consists of eight years total. He has lived through a lot of troubles, but not many of them personally affecting him. He has been alpha his whole life. Even as a puppy he was dominant in the litter. He holds his head at its highest without thinking about it. In his few months of being a loner this has earned him many scars. One of the majors ones travels down his belly. It’s the only one that can be seen.