Post by Pokemo~ on Mar 24, 2008 9:55:28 GMT -5
I was thinking we could have a character idea's thread? I was going to ask staff but no-one was online... So...
So err... I guess you just fill out that form, eh? If any staff want to delete this, feel free, I'm not bothered, but I wanted a place to put these guys:
Name: Dario [Dah-Ree-Oh]
Gender: Male
Age: 1 year, 4 months
Looks: Chocolate brown with a creamy-white underbelly, up his neck and half his maw (eg, Iris and Rose's maws I would say are half...) One cream paw (front right) Hazel eyes.
Personality: Dario is a gentle soul, but he can be slightly arrogant and smug. He's quite stubborn but if he's wrong he'll probably admit it, when he;s convinced he's right he'll go to any lengths to prove it, this makes him quite trustworthy. He doesn't like fighting because he can't understand why wolves pick fights in the first place. This, however, does not make him weak. He is fairly strong and very fast, but he relies mainly on cunning to outwit opponents or if he ever gets into trouble.. He would do absolutely anything for his sister.
Pack (Position): Loner
History: Dario and Zehya were separated from their mother at the tender age of 1 week. They remember their mother well. She had creamy fur and black paws. She had the most enchanting blue eyes. Her fur was soft and warm and they remember the night of their mothers death, there was a thunder storm...
Their father had dug a reasonably small den, and promised her would make it better when he got back from his hunt. So they were with their mother that night, with the rain lashing down and two small pups snuggled into their mothers warm fur, their bellies full of rich, creamy milk and slipping off to silent dreams.
Their mother talked softly to them, her words they can't recall, but her voice... It was as smooth as silk and so very comforting on a stormy night. Zehya was engulfed by her dreams, but Dario was still half awake. He opened one eye just a tiny bit, to see his mother's watchful eyes staring at the entrance of the den, ready to face any pups to guard her pups. Then he closed his eye and drifted off to sleep.
He was awoken by a thunderous growl, Dario thought it to be the storm until he looked up and saw his mother's teeth bared. He looked around, he couldn't see Zehya. He panicked, afraid of what was happening. He had only just learnt to walk, and it was still a wobble. He mewed in distress, then looked towards the den entrance. That was where he saw a pair of blood-red eyes staring in. They seemed to fade in from the darkness. It filled him with terror, he looked around frantically, then he heard familiar, shaky mews in reply to his own, sister! He wobbled to the other side of their mother and their sat Zehya, shivering with fright pressed into their mothers back.
He wobbled over to her, and together they proceeded to the back of the cave, huddled together for warmth. Then the fight broke out. Their mother bolted out the den. The pups exchanged glances, hoping she hadn't abandoned them.
Together they went to the cave entrance and peered out. They were just in time to see their mother pounce on a large, black wolf. They battled through the night, until their mother slipped on some mud and fell to the ground. The black male seized his chance and lunged at her, he clmaped his jaws around her neck, reaching her jugular vein and watching life seep away from their mother. The wold look at the pups, red eyes swimming with the need for blood. His eyes were locked onto Zeyha's. The black wolf didn't notice as the lighting cracked and thunder boomed over head, a black and brown wolf appear in the bushes. Dario yipped with delight when he saw his father, who snarled and leapt at the black male. They rest was a blur for the pups, but they remember their father sitting by their mother's side, and the black wolf laying lifeless on the ground.
But seeing as their father couldn't give them the milk they needed, he was forced to leave them with the nearest pack, where they were looked after by a foster mother. When they were one they decided to leave the pack and look for adventure!
Name: Zehya [Zay-ah]
Gender: Female
Age: 1 year, 4 months
Looks: Black as night, but has a creamy-white underbelly and underneck. Brown ears and brown paws. Light blue eyes.
Personality: Zehya is quite similiar to her brother. She's stubborn and rather rude. Unlike Dario, she enjoys a good fight, not to harm the wolf, just for fun. She's stronger than her brother, but not nearly as fast or clever. If at all she would most likely fall for a Falling Moon, but she doesn't trust anyone easily. There'll only be one guy for her, because she's loyal and doesn't love wolves easily. She fiest and smug, but not evil!
Pack (Position): Loner
History: I was wondering if the mother that fostered them could be a wolf from this forum's mother that never came here, [eg, Mudd.]
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So err... I guess you just fill out that form, eh? If any staff want to delete this, feel free, I'm not bothered, but I wanted a place to put these guys:
Name: Dario [Dah-Ree-Oh]
Gender: Male
Age: 1 year, 4 months
Looks: Chocolate brown with a creamy-white underbelly, up his neck and half his maw (eg, Iris and Rose's maws I would say are half...) One cream paw (front right) Hazel eyes.
Personality: Dario is a gentle soul, but he can be slightly arrogant and smug. He's quite stubborn but if he's wrong he'll probably admit it, when he;s convinced he's right he'll go to any lengths to prove it, this makes him quite trustworthy. He doesn't like fighting because he can't understand why wolves pick fights in the first place. This, however, does not make him weak. He is fairly strong and very fast, but he relies mainly on cunning to outwit opponents or if he ever gets into trouble.. He would do absolutely anything for his sister.
Pack (Position): Loner
History: Dario and Zehya were separated from their mother at the tender age of 1 week. They remember their mother well. She had creamy fur and black paws. She had the most enchanting blue eyes. Her fur was soft and warm and they remember the night of their mothers death, there was a thunder storm...
Their father had dug a reasonably small den, and promised her would make it better when he got back from his hunt. So they were with their mother that night, with the rain lashing down and two small pups snuggled into their mothers warm fur, their bellies full of rich, creamy milk and slipping off to silent dreams.
Their mother talked softly to them, her words they can't recall, but her voice... It was as smooth as silk and so very comforting on a stormy night. Zehya was engulfed by her dreams, but Dario was still half awake. He opened one eye just a tiny bit, to see his mother's watchful eyes staring at the entrance of the den, ready to face any pups to guard her pups. Then he closed his eye and drifted off to sleep.
He was awoken by a thunderous growl, Dario thought it to be the storm until he looked up and saw his mother's teeth bared. He looked around, he couldn't see Zehya. He panicked, afraid of what was happening. He had only just learnt to walk, and it was still a wobble. He mewed in distress, then looked towards the den entrance. That was where he saw a pair of blood-red eyes staring in. They seemed to fade in from the darkness. It filled him with terror, he looked around frantically, then he heard familiar, shaky mews in reply to his own, sister! He wobbled to the other side of their mother and their sat Zehya, shivering with fright pressed into their mothers back.
He wobbled over to her, and together they proceeded to the back of the cave, huddled together for warmth. Then the fight broke out. Their mother bolted out the den. The pups exchanged glances, hoping she hadn't abandoned them.
Together they went to the cave entrance and peered out. They were just in time to see their mother pounce on a large, black wolf. They battled through the night, until their mother slipped on some mud and fell to the ground. The black male seized his chance and lunged at her, he clmaped his jaws around her neck, reaching her jugular vein and watching life seep away from their mother. The wold look at the pups, red eyes swimming with the need for blood. His eyes were locked onto Zeyha's. The black wolf didn't notice as the lighting cracked and thunder boomed over head, a black and brown wolf appear in the bushes. Dario yipped with delight when he saw his father, who snarled and leapt at the black male. They rest was a blur for the pups, but they remember their father sitting by their mother's side, and the black wolf laying lifeless on the ground.
But seeing as their father couldn't give them the milk they needed, he was forced to leave them with the nearest pack, where they were looked after by a foster mother. When they were one they decided to leave the pack and look for adventure!
Name: Zehya [Zay-ah]
Gender: Female
Age: 1 year, 4 months
Looks: Black as night, but has a creamy-white underbelly and underneck. Brown ears and brown paws. Light blue eyes.
Personality: Zehya is quite similiar to her brother. She's stubborn and rather rude. Unlike Dario, she enjoys a good fight, not to harm the wolf, just for fun. She's stronger than her brother, but not nearly as fast or clever. If at all she would most likely fall for a Falling Moon, but she doesn't trust anyone easily. There'll only be one guy for her, because she's loyal and doesn't love wolves easily. She fiest and smug, but not evil!
Pack (Position): Loner
History: I was wondering if the mother that fostered them could be a wolf from this forum's mother that never came here, [eg, Mudd.]