Post by Zeek on Dec 27, 2008 0:37:08 GMT -5
Name:
Xanath
Gender:
Male
Age:
Four years old.
Alliance:
Undecided
Breed:
Wolf
Blood:
None
Location:
Wolf Realm
Appearance:
His pelt is a faded ruby mixed with tainted white. He harbors a slight scar above his left eye. Also, he shows signs of wear from over the years. These signs encompass several tiny scratches on his legs and back, along with a long, hair-breadth scar that trails along the inside of his left legs, running across his side. His eyes are emerald.
Personality:
Reclusive, the wolf with the emerald eyes seeks no friendship. Rather, he stays well back from others. Acquaintances can be made for convenience or if it helps him in some way, being beneficial or such. Otherwise, he has no longing for friendship. Circumstantial at best, his moods vary, but his reluctance to enter into the presence of another is noted above all other visible traits. As such, his other emotions are subdued, but if one were to get close to him, say, become his friend, however unlikely this may seem, they would find that he is kind, caring, and is prepared to die for those who he deems worthy. Evasive and slightly truth-falsifying in the presence of those he doesn't know, he is a victim of events that he had little to no control over, but now change everything for him...
History:
Trust...a factor that plays heavily in the emerald-eyed wolf's life. A pup, he had seen fit to quest out in the wild... His mistake was one of principle: He had left the pack or ... what had been the pack.. behind to venture forth and explore. That was against the strict code that the wolves had created to protect their young, but, being the adventurous scoundrel that he was, he continued, despite the warnings. When he heard the howl, he knew what he had done and he knew what was going to happen...or at least half of it. When he got back to the pack's resting place, he found a fight taking place. The scenario seemed to be this: A misunderstanding between two opposing packs... It seemed that his own pack had wrongly assumed that the opposing one had either killed or done something more vile to Xanath. In retaliation, his pack had attacked the second pack. In defense, the second pack, who were more skilled, killed several of the wolves in the emerald-eyed pup's pack. The blood-bath continued until there were only two wolves remaining. When he came into the clearing, the lone female remaining from his pack looked over at Xanath, shocked. Pressing upon this brief distraction, the other wolf drew an advantage over the female and closed his jaws upon her spine and slew her. Enraged, the pup, obviously no match for an adult wolf, but who had the advantage of the surprise of an attack that was not to be expected, launched himself at the wolf. In a miraculous exchange of blows, the pup managed to come out victorious with a long thin cut upon his belly and a scratch above his left eye. The pup then examined both the wolves from the opposing pack and his own...there were no survivors. He could not understand why those close to him had chose a fight they could not win... He did not know the intentions behind their fighting and decided that ever since that point, that he would not bother trying to understand anyone else, they were way too unpredictable and they were best to be left alone... To be a loner was the most favorable option. Trust no one but yourself. This was his philosophy as he wandered the lands, alone, for many years, living out his life. Reaching adulthood, his mistrust was fully-developed and his skittishness was prominent.
Auditioning Post:
All of them...they are all dead...every last one of them.
Xanath stared in disbelief at the bodies strewn all around the forested area. He padded in-between them, nudging a few that he knew here and there with his small muzzle, hoping against hope that one of them would be alive. But his efforts proved to be fruitless, because as drew upon the last wolf, he could already see that it had passed on. There were none left. The slaughter had taken just enough time for it to be over before Xanath to get back from his little side adventure. And this was the price of his little escapade. He fell back onto his haunches beside the last wolf, his mother, and wailed. A high pitched howl that represented the breaking of Xanath's heart and trust...forever and ever....Amen.
Picture:
th71.deviantart.com/fs32/300W/f/2008/202/c/6/Emerald_Eyes_by_CobraVenom.jpg
Xanath
Gender:
Male
Age:
Four years old.
Alliance:
Undecided
Breed:
Wolf
Blood:
None
Location:
Wolf Realm
Appearance:
His pelt is a faded ruby mixed with tainted white. He harbors a slight scar above his left eye. Also, he shows signs of wear from over the years. These signs encompass several tiny scratches on his legs and back, along with a long, hair-breadth scar that trails along the inside of his left legs, running across his side. His eyes are emerald.
Personality:
Reclusive, the wolf with the emerald eyes seeks no friendship. Rather, he stays well back from others. Acquaintances can be made for convenience or if it helps him in some way, being beneficial or such. Otherwise, he has no longing for friendship. Circumstantial at best, his moods vary, but his reluctance to enter into the presence of another is noted above all other visible traits. As such, his other emotions are subdued, but if one were to get close to him, say, become his friend, however unlikely this may seem, they would find that he is kind, caring, and is prepared to die for those who he deems worthy. Evasive and slightly truth-falsifying in the presence of those he doesn't know, he is a victim of events that he had little to no control over, but now change everything for him...
History:
Trust...a factor that plays heavily in the emerald-eyed wolf's life. A pup, he had seen fit to quest out in the wild... His mistake was one of principle: He had left the pack or ... what had been the pack.. behind to venture forth and explore. That was against the strict code that the wolves had created to protect their young, but, being the adventurous scoundrel that he was, he continued, despite the warnings. When he heard the howl, he knew what he had done and he knew what was going to happen...or at least half of it. When he got back to the pack's resting place, he found a fight taking place. The scenario seemed to be this: A misunderstanding between two opposing packs... It seemed that his own pack had wrongly assumed that the opposing one had either killed or done something more vile to Xanath. In retaliation, his pack had attacked the second pack. In defense, the second pack, who were more skilled, killed several of the wolves in the emerald-eyed pup's pack. The blood-bath continued until there were only two wolves remaining. When he came into the clearing, the lone female remaining from his pack looked over at Xanath, shocked. Pressing upon this brief distraction, the other wolf drew an advantage over the female and closed his jaws upon her spine and slew her. Enraged, the pup, obviously no match for an adult wolf, but who had the advantage of the surprise of an attack that was not to be expected, launched himself at the wolf. In a miraculous exchange of blows, the pup managed to come out victorious with a long thin cut upon his belly and a scratch above his left eye. The pup then examined both the wolves from the opposing pack and his own...there were no survivors. He could not understand why those close to him had chose a fight they could not win... He did not know the intentions behind their fighting and decided that ever since that point, that he would not bother trying to understand anyone else, they were way too unpredictable and they were best to be left alone... To be a loner was the most favorable option. Trust no one but yourself. This was his philosophy as he wandered the lands, alone, for many years, living out his life. Reaching adulthood, his mistrust was fully-developed and his skittishness was prominent.
Auditioning Post:
All of them...they are all dead...every last one of them.
Xanath stared in disbelief at the bodies strewn all around the forested area. He padded in-between them, nudging a few that he knew here and there with his small muzzle, hoping against hope that one of them would be alive. But his efforts proved to be fruitless, because as drew upon the last wolf, he could already see that it had passed on. There were none left. The slaughter had taken just enough time for it to be over before Xanath to get back from his little side adventure. And this was the price of his little escapade. He fell back onto his haunches beside the last wolf, his mother, and wailed. A high pitched howl that represented the breaking of Xanath's heart and trust...forever and ever....Amen.
Picture:
th71.deviantart.com/fs32/300W/f/2008/202/c/6/Emerald_Eyes_by_CobraVenom.jpg
