Post by Shining;;Talisman on Oct 17, 2007 15:05:42 GMT -5
Name: Mokaen
Clan: Nuvapack
Age: 19 months.
Gender: Male
Desired Position: Alpha Male
Picture: none.
Short Description: Black with gray stripes.
Breed(required for dogs):
Clan: Nuvapack
Age: 19 months.
Gender: Male
Desired Position: Alpha Male
Picture: none.
Short Description: Black with gray stripes.
Breed(required for dogs):
None.Appearance:
This wolf is unlike some. The ones you think about in hallowe'en stories speak this boy's identity. His pelt is of darkest black, mixing with charcoal gray stripes. His eyes are of a crimsonish colour, making him look evil. He has one white paw, his only weakness. He hunts at night, giving him an advantage. He is of medium height and medium build, making a perfect combination. He has perfect balance and is super speedy. HIs long legs can cover a lot of terrain, but for some reason, he cannot run in sand.Personality:
Don't let his looks fool you. He is a kind, caring wolf. But he has a dark side. A dark side that comes out when his clan is threatened. He usually had a sunny kind of life, but touch his clan, and your life will be put on edge. He is vicious when threatened, letting out long sharp claws. The claws don't usually show though, when he is happy. You can tell he's nervous or agitated when his one ear bends to the side slightly. When his ears are straight up, he's usually happy, and when they are flat to his head, well, watch out.History:
Born as a young, but intelligent pup, his life was normal. He would hop around, and be all puppy cute. Then came his prehunter days. As he ran aobut, tending to his mentor and learning wise things, he learned also that he was losing his cuteness. Wolves started to treat him with more respect. He became a hunter and he got the respect every hunter gets. He was a good patroller, and trained his apprentice well. Then came the fateful day. The day the beta died. Then he was chosen. He could not believe it. So he stayed loyal and in a few months, the alpha male died. He was leader. It was always his dream, but a distant dream. And now he had it. But he wouldn't abuse it. He liked always to watch out from his den over his pack and notice their gracefulness as they padded out.IC:
Mokaen looked around at the scattered pack. What would he do? A pack of hawks just bored down on them too many for them to beat off, and they had lost many. The wolves were grieving. Mokaen, with a heavy heart, noticed the body of not one, but seven wolves. All were his family. Why? Why did he lose all? His parents, and his five siblings. He knew he had to calm them, but his eyes didn't leave the blood spattered wolves. So much was gone.. His life, his family.. He knew he had none left.. What was he to do? He could not challenge the stars, but he wanted to. They took his family. He was so sad. He called to his pack, and let out some words of comfort. It did nothing. He howled out, and the pack fell silent. He told them to start organizing patrols. They needed to settle down. After he erected wolves to do that, he padded to the bodies. He organized them to their once graceful positions and lay down with them, mourning all seven. The next day, however, he knew he could mourn no more. He had a pack to watch over. So he hopped up to his new den and sat, watching for about half a day.
