Post by Blackfang on Apr 20, 2007 19:57:22 GMT -5
Name :Blackfang
Description :Blackfang has white-black fur. He has a long bushy tail, but it is not spiky, it is quite soft. His eyes are bright yellow, and are deathly looking. His ears are always perked and attentive. His face has black markings on it, that have been there since birth. Blackfang's front right paw, and his back left paw are both black, while the other two are white. He also has a scar across his right shoulder.
History : Blackfang's mother and father were both wolves. They believed wolf-dogs were of bad blood, and taught him to kill any half-wolves he met. Thinking this was right, he did as his parents commanded. One day when he was coming back from a hunt, he found his parents in the cave, dead. Their throats were ripped out, and blood stained the ground. Hearing a growl behind him, he found a wolf-dog, and he killed him on the spot. Knowing there were probably more, and already tired, he ran away. Blackfang grew up on his own, knowing to trust no one.
Personality : Blackfang doesn't trust anyone. He has rarely had a friend, and the only one he had, betrayed him. His life was harsh and cruel, and this has made him tough. Although it is very hard to crack his 'shell', when someone succeeds, he is a kind animal. He never had thought killing a half-breed was right until they killed his parents.
Role Play Example : Blackfang prowled through the undergrowth, his tail, alert, and his ears perked up. He was hungry, and the first thing that was in his way, was his dinner. Hearing a sound, he pinpointed it, and crouched low, aiming, and pouncing succedingly on his prey. Killing it easily, he devoured it in a couple bites. Blackfang ran back to his cave, the only home he knew, and sat there, looking out into the trees. A slow rainfall began, and he padded back outside. the rain soaked his fur, and he closed his eyes, and faced the sky. He loved that new scent of rain falling on dry timber.
Description :Blackfang has white-black fur. He has a long bushy tail, but it is not spiky, it is quite soft. His eyes are bright yellow, and are deathly looking. His ears are always perked and attentive. His face has black markings on it, that have been there since birth. Blackfang's front right paw, and his back left paw are both black, while the other two are white. He also has a scar across his right shoulder.
History : Blackfang's mother and father were both wolves. They believed wolf-dogs were of bad blood, and taught him to kill any half-wolves he met. Thinking this was right, he did as his parents commanded. One day when he was coming back from a hunt, he found his parents in the cave, dead. Their throats were ripped out, and blood stained the ground. Hearing a growl behind him, he found a wolf-dog, and he killed him on the spot. Knowing there were probably more, and already tired, he ran away. Blackfang grew up on his own, knowing to trust no one.
Personality : Blackfang doesn't trust anyone. He has rarely had a friend, and the only one he had, betrayed him. His life was harsh and cruel, and this has made him tough. Although it is very hard to crack his 'shell', when someone succeeds, he is a kind animal. He never had thought killing a half-breed was right until they killed his parents.
Role Play Example : Blackfang prowled through the undergrowth, his tail, alert, and his ears perked up. He was hungry, and the first thing that was in his way, was his dinner. Hearing a sound, he pinpointed it, and crouched low, aiming, and pouncing succedingly on his prey. Killing it easily, he devoured it in a couple bites. Blackfang ran back to his cave, the only home he knew, and sat there, looking out into the trees. A slow rainfall began, and he padded back outside. the rain soaked his fur, and he closed his eyes, and faced the sky. He loved that new scent of rain falling on dry timber.
