Post by wolfstar on Feb 1, 2009 17:26:52 GMT -5
PLEASE ADOPT RITBANT OR ORLASS!!!
Ritbant
Gender:[/u] Male
Age: 4 years old
Pack:[/u] Loner
Rank:[/u] Loner
Personality:[/u]
He is a loyal wolf if you can gain his trust. He is short with other wolves, unless he knows them, but he really likes pups. He is brave, but self-centered. He would need persuasion to do anything that isn't in his best interest. He is quiet and confident, but he doesn't know if he even wants to join a pack. He doesn't howl much, feeling that if he wanted to announce his presence to anyone, he would walk up to them. He is curious and intelligent, always ready to try or do something new
History:
My parents were Loners, much like myself. My mother was in the Earthquake, and found my father. She helped him, and they traveled together for a time. As these things happen, she fell in love, he with her. They still traveled, but after a time, they settled down, in time for my sister and brother and I to be born. We grew. We were around 10 months old, and my father Larnac died. Poisoned meat. My mother, Rima, wasn't entirely...stable. She didn't know what was happening, or who she was, or who we were. She took us back to the nomadic ways. My sister Larand, Lara, she vanished around our second month wandering. We found her body. We wandered further and further from all we had known. Mother was slowly growing more and more confused. My brother Lorel left, since one of us was going to starve, and he wanted to go find food. We took a contest to see who would go. We were a year or so old then. He left to help us, and I never saw him again. About a month later, Rima died, of a broken heart and weak mind. I've been a Loner ever since.
Physical Description:[/u]
He's a red chestnut color, save for a black patch over an ear, and a cream chest. He is strong and muscular, but he can run pretty fast in a pinch. His tail is well feathered, and his paws are neat and well finished. His head is neat, and he is well balanced. His eyes are a gleaming green that show mischief he isn't able to implement. They are curious and intelligent.
Picture:[/u]
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Gender:[/u] Female
Age:[/u] 3 years old
Pack:[/u] loner
Rank:[/u] loner
Personality:[/u] She really doesn't like other wolves, thinking that they bring only pain. She likes no one, and never bothers half the time to talk to other wolves she encounters in the No Man's Land. She would never interact with other wolves if she could help it. Unfortunately for her, she has to on occasion. She has a few regular contacts with Loners, a sort of leave-me-alone-I-leave-you-alone. She has never had a mate, but several wolves really like the way she looks.
History:[/u] She was born in the time of the great migration of the wolves from the Earthquake. Her mother abandoned her, and she had to fend for herself. Eating Road Kill saved her, but she grew to know pain as a constant companion. She ended up drifting with the other wolves. She came to the valley, but stayed away from the other wolves. She had never met a pup except on the road, and that was a dying one. She watched the world around her with a slowly hardening heart. She has never laughed, save with bitterness and irony, never with humor.
Physical Description:[/u] She is a pale silver at her paws, slowly fading up to a dark gray all through her body. She is slender, built for speed and endurance, not strength. Orlass has pale brown eyes, almost gold, but not quite. Her paws are neat, and her body is balanced. She isn't very big, and she holds herself very erect to make up for it. Her tail is not particularly feathery, but it complements her. Her muzzle is neat and straight, and her form is strong.
Picture:[/u] needs sims picture
Other:[/u] She love the moon. When she is looking at the moon, it is the only time she is at peace. She does contemplate things, with a slightly open mind, but that springs from the idea that she will always be able to care for hersalf. She doesn't really care otherwise. But she has never known love, and uder the tough exterior, her heart aches with sorrow, sorrow that she refuses to acknowledge.
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Name:
[/u]Ritbant
Gender:[/u] Male
Age: 4 years old
Pack:[/u] Loner
Rank:[/u] Loner
Personality:[/u]
He is a loyal wolf if you can gain his trust. He is short with other wolves, unless he knows them, but he really likes pups. He is brave, but self-centered. He would need persuasion to do anything that isn't in his best interest. He is quiet and confident, but he doesn't know if he even wants to join a pack. He doesn't howl much, feeling that if he wanted to announce his presence to anyone, he would walk up to them. He is curious and intelligent, always ready to try or do something new
History:
My parents were Loners, much like myself. My mother was in the Earthquake, and found my father. She helped him, and they traveled together for a time. As these things happen, she fell in love, he with her. They still traveled, but after a time, they settled down, in time for my sister and brother and I to be born. We grew. We were around 10 months old, and my father Larnac died. Poisoned meat. My mother, Rima, wasn't entirely...stable. She didn't know what was happening, or who she was, or who we were. She took us back to the nomadic ways. My sister Larand, Lara, she vanished around our second month wandering. We found her body. We wandered further and further from all we had known. Mother was slowly growing more and more confused. My brother Lorel left, since one of us was going to starve, and he wanted to go find food. We took a contest to see who would go. We were a year or so old then. He left to help us, and I never saw him again. About a month later, Rima died, of a broken heart and weak mind. I've been a Loner ever since.
Physical Description:[/u]
He's a red chestnut color, save for a black patch over an ear, and a cream chest. He is strong and muscular, but he can run pretty fast in a pinch. His tail is well feathered, and his paws are neat and well finished. His head is neat, and he is well balanced. His eyes are a gleaming green that show mischief he isn't able to implement. They are curious and intelligent.
Picture:[/u]
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Name:
[/u] OrlassGender:[/u] Female
Age:[/u] 3 years old
Pack:[/u] loner
Rank:[/u] loner
Personality:[/u] She really doesn't like other wolves, thinking that they bring only pain. She likes no one, and never bothers half the time to talk to other wolves she encounters in the No Man's Land. She would never interact with other wolves if she could help it. Unfortunately for her, she has to on occasion. She has a few regular contacts with Loners, a sort of leave-me-alone-I-leave-you-alone. She has never had a mate, but several wolves really like the way she looks.
History:[/u] She was born in the time of the great migration of the wolves from the Earthquake. Her mother abandoned her, and she had to fend for herself. Eating Road Kill saved her, but she grew to know pain as a constant companion. She ended up drifting with the other wolves. She came to the valley, but stayed away from the other wolves. She had never met a pup except on the road, and that was a dying one. She watched the world around her with a slowly hardening heart. She has never laughed, save with bitterness and irony, never with humor.
Physical Description:[/u] She is a pale silver at her paws, slowly fading up to a dark gray all through her body. She is slender, built for speed and endurance, not strength. Orlass has pale brown eyes, almost gold, but not quite. Her paws are neat, and her body is balanced. She isn't very big, and she holds herself very erect to make up for it. Her tail is not particularly feathery, but it complements her. Her muzzle is neat and straight, and her form is strong.
Picture:[/u] needs sims picture
Other:[/u] She love the moon. When she is looking at the moon, it is the only time she is at peace. She does contemplate things, with a slightly open mind, but that springs from the idea that she will always be able to care for hersalf. She doesn't really care otherwise. But she has never known love, and uder the tough exterior, her heart aches with sorrow, sorrow that she refuses to acknowledge.
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