Post by Zeek on Dec 17, 2008 21:35:22 GMT -5
Name:
Zeek
Gender:
Male
Age:
Three years old.
Alliance:
Good
Breed:
Wolf
Blood:
No Blood
Appearance:
A vibrant ruby streaked with white lines the stream-lined body of the wolf known as Zeek. His body was and is muscled, but not too much. He hadn't trained any besides the running that he did as he went after prey and the like. He bears witness to a triangle shaped birth-mark that he has carried for as long as he can remember on his forehead. His eyes are as red as his fur, but a little more on the brown side.
His pelt, with its white and red, makes him look nearly like a fox, the distinguishing fact being that he really isn't. His face and muzzle is a varied mixture of red and white lines; where as his sides are solid red with the exception of a ring of white around his collar. His front left paw is white as well, his other three ruby.
His tail his long and bushy, the fur on it long and vibrant red except for the tip, which is white.
Personality:
It's hard to assume just how a wolf thinks, but some facts can be gleaned from Zeek's personality:
One, he is kind. He is willing to help out others and does his best to resolve disputes peacefully.
Two, he is friendly. He likes making friends and wouldn't mind starting up a pack... He loves to be in the company of others and prefers being with others to being alone.
Three, he is wise. From his years of hunting alone, he has learned how best to approach prey and to not get roughed up in the process.
However, there are a few traits that he does not show out in the open...or at least not very often. He often hides the fact that he really is alone inside...that no matter how many other wolves he meets, none can quite fill the emptiness inside of him. He regrets his past and it still has a considerable impact on him in modern times.
He is a troubled wolf...but on the outside, he seems to be one of the happiest in the world. One slip is all it would take however...and then he would fall....
History:
The history of a peaceful, friendly, easy-to-get-along-with wolf... It should have been perfect...no less would do.
And yet... Not everything is as it seems. His life was not a perfect one... Not even close. His previous pack... It still brought shivers to Zeek in the present, but only when he was alone would he show such a public expression of how revolting his past was. The pack that he had been in so long ago, or so he hoped, had been evil... He didn't choose the pack, he was just born into it...
It wasn't his fault that the members of the pack were malevolent, including his dear old parents. Oh how his parents loved him... How they expressed their love every single revolting and nightmarish day.
He had learned very soon off as a pup to stay well away from everyone, including his parents.... What with the fights breaking out every day...just for the hell of it. Wolves dying left and right with random combat trials...
But how could he stay away from his own parents...? He had to go back to them some time...and when he did...
Many days were spent trying to rid his mind of those events that took place...but he couldn't removed them... He forced his mind into a facade that he could hold at very little effort. And so he maintained it to present day, hunting with a near separateness, as if he wasn't really there...only half. To others he uses the same facade that he as influenced upon himself, so they see him as a very well-to-do wolf...but the facade runs only so deep... And when his memories awaken again...
Auditioning Post:
Oh how he could remember those events as if they were still happening all around him in the lonely cavern...his distance from other wolves providing him with the incentive needed to pull back the memories. He could still see his parents waiting for him... Waiting for him with looks that clearly suggested pain...pain that they would inflict on Zeek.
But he hadn't done anything wrong...
Obviously he had, because as he moved within a few feet of his parents, his mother took the opportunity to briskly knock him off his feet with her snarling muzzle and then pinned him to the ground with her left fore-paw. "Where have you been?" she growled at him.
"Ma-....I was ju-" His words cut off as his mother placed her right fore-paw on his neck and pressed down, cutting off his air-flow to his lungs. His father was just watching with a satisfied, grim smile.
His mother continued, "You have no excuses... You have earned yourself death little pup...."
Zeek didn't know how he was supposed to respond...he couldn't. His breathing was cut off....he was dying. How could this of happened? He was going to die before he could even think of trying to put up a resistance.
...and then the pressure on his throat and middle was gone...as was his mother. A yelp and snarl sounded up a few feet away from him as he glanced over from his current position lying on his back. He noticed his mother in a fight with another female and his father going in to help his mother.
Making a decision that would haunt him as much as his parents did, he fled... He ran on into the forest and beyond, trying to already remove the sight from his mind, hoping that the blood-thirsty killers wouldn't follow him...
Picture: th09.deviantart.com/fs21/300W/f/2007/232/2/f/Red_Wolf_by_Koji_Inari.jpg
Zeek
Gender:
Male
Age:
Three years old.
Alliance:
Good
Breed:
Wolf
Blood:
No Blood
Appearance:
A vibrant ruby streaked with white lines the stream-lined body of the wolf known as Zeek. His body was and is muscled, but not too much. He hadn't trained any besides the running that he did as he went after prey and the like. He bears witness to a triangle shaped birth-mark that he has carried for as long as he can remember on his forehead. His eyes are as red as his fur, but a little more on the brown side.
His pelt, with its white and red, makes him look nearly like a fox, the distinguishing fact being that he really isn't. His face and muzzle is a varied mixture of red and white lines; where as his sides are solid red with the exception of a ring of white around his collar. His front left paw is white as well, his other three ruby.
His tail his long and bushy, the fur on it long and vibrant red except for the tip, which is white.
Personality:
It's hard to assume just how a wolf thinks, but some facts can be gleaned from Zeek's personality:
One, he is kind. He is willing to help out others and does his best to resolve disputes peacefully.
Two, he is friendly. He likes making friends and wouldn't mind starting up a pack... He loves to be in the company of others and prefers being with others to being alone.
Three, he is wise. From his years of hunting alone, he has learned how best to approach prey and to not get roughed up in the process.
However, there are a few traits that he does not show out in the open...or at least not very often. He often hides the fact that he really is alone inside...that no matter how many other wolves he meets, none can quite fill the emptiness inside of him. He regrets his past and it still has a considerable impact on him in modern times.
He is a troubled wolf...but on the outside, he seems to be one of the happiest in the world. One slip is all it would take however...and then he would fall....
History:
The history of a peaceful, friendly, easy-to-get-along-with wolf... It should have been perfect...no less would do.
And yet... Not everything is as it seems. His life was not a perfect one... Not even close. His previous pack... It still brought shivers to Zeek in the present, but only when he was alone would he show such a public expression of how revolting his past was. The pack that he had been in so long ago, or so he hoped, had been evil... He didn't choose the pack, he was just born into it...
It wasn't his fault that the members of the pack were malevolent, including his dear old parents. Oh how his parents loved him... How they expressed their love every single revolting and nightmarish day.
He had learned very soon off as a pup to stay well away from everyone, including his parents.... What with the fights breaking out every day...just for the hell of it. Wolves dying left and right with random combat trials...
But how could he stay away from his own parents...? He had to go back to them some time...and when he did...
Many days were spent trying to rid his mind of those events that took place...but he couldn't removed them... He forced his mind into a facade that he could hold at very little effort. And so he maintained it to present day, hunting with a near separateness, as if he wasn't really there...only half. To others he uses the same facade that he as influenced upon himself, so they see him as a very well-to-do wolf...but the facade runs only so deep... And when his memories awaken again...
Auditioning Post:
Oh how he could remember those events as if they were still happening all around him in the lonely cavern...his distance from other wolves providing him with the incentive needed to pull back the memories. He could still see his parents waiting for him... Waiting for him with looks that clearly suggested pain...pain that they would inflict on Zeek.
But he hadn't done anything wrong...
Obviously he had, because as he moved within a few feet of his parents, his mother took the opportunity to briskly knock him off his feet with her snarling muzzle and then pinned him to the ground with her left fore-paw. "Where have you been?" she growled at him.
"Ma-....I was ju-" His words cut off as his mother placed her right fore-paw on his neck and pressed down, cutting off his air-flow to his lungs. His father was just watching with a satisfied, grim smile.
His mother continued, "You have no excuses... You have earned yourself death little pup...."
Zeek didn't know how he was supposed to respond...he couldn't. His breathing was cut off....he was dying. How could this of happened? He was going to die before he could even think of trying to put up a resistance.
...and then the pressure on his throat and middle was gone...as was his mother. A yelp and snarl sounded up a few feet away from him as he glanced over from his current position lying on his back. He noticed his mother in a fight with another female and his father going in to help his mother.
Making a decision that would haunt him as much as his parents did, he fled... He ran on into the forest and beyond, trying to already remove the sight from his mind, hoping that the blood-thirsty killers wouldn't follow him...
Picture: th09.deviantart.com/fs21/300W/f/2007/232/2/f/Red_Wolf_by_Koji_Inari.jpg
