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Post by - s h a i t a n;; on Dec 30, 2008 0:51:11 GMT -5
Name: Shaitan Silverfoot
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Alliance: Rogue or none.
Breed: Wolf
Blood: None
Appearance: His hide is a deep, jetty black, perhaps the darkest colour possible on his kind. It is shaggy and tangled, more so than the average canine. His build is narrow and tall, with bulky paws and long, hooked claws. His fangs are dagger like and sharp, however a few are cracked and mangled from previous fights. His hooded eyes are a striking green, perhaps the only beautiful feature on his snarling head. He has no peculiar markings or visible scars upon his pelt.
Personality: Morally deprived and self centred, Shaitan is ruthless and unforgivable. However, he is also quiet and cunning, and often wears a facade of being placid and polite. He is falsely sweet to females, but remains cool and distant from other males. Shaitan always respects those in the ranks above him, but will never shy away from a challenge when the opportunity arises. He is often cruel and misconceives those who are in ranks below him.
History: Shaitan was raised in a land known by little by an isolated pack of wolves. Although his sire and dam were tenderhearted and honest, Shaitan was born with a different mind. Goodness and morals made little sense to him; he believed in individuality and self interest over pack life.
He grew up competing with his brothers and his father to better himself. As the bones of his father grew withered and brittle, Shaitan did not ease up on the old alpha. Instead he challenged him with a renewed and powerful desire to lead the pack. It was an unfair fight; the old alpha's bones crumbled to nothing too quickly for him to gather the heart to surrender.
The leadership and power further shaped the young, fresh alpha into an iron fisted, insensitive dictator. The pack suffered beneath his tyranny. Many died under the malevolent ruler who had become intoxicated by his own power. Before long, another young lone wolf named Riko had stumbled across the perishing group. In an effort to save the females and thier pups, he challenged Shaitan. It was a brutal and bloody fight. Pelts were ripped apart, fangs were smashed to bits, but Shaitan lost. Blinded by his own fury, he bolted from the pack, beginning the search for a new life.
Auditioning Post: A tremor raced down the spine of the dark predator. His nares quivered at the sweet smell of fat, grass fed prey. His keen ears were tipped forward, listening to their brays. Elk had not crossed through Shaitan's territory in many moons, and the prospect of their warm and sweet sinew satisfying the clawing hunger in his gut was so beautiful. However, he knew it wouldn't be easy. With the absence of a reliable pack, he could only hope to down a young one. The younger ones are a more pleasurable meal anyways, thought the predator. Their legs and bellies were soft and required little dismembering on his part. But which one to choose? The striking emerald eyes of the wolf flickered back and forth between the herd's youth. The smallest shall do, decided Shaitan.
The dark hued wolf sunk lower into the brush, sinewy ropes of muscle coiling beneath his shadowy hide with anticipation. He could feel the fluttering heart of the infant elk already. This made his own heart gallop. The adrenaline of the hunt never dulled, no matter how many times it was preformed each season. His bristly lips curled over his jagged fangs, and faster than even he could have guessed, he ripped out of the brush.
The startled herd brayed fearfully, whipping around and galloping through the thick wood. The target of the dark predator's chase was blissfully vernal; her own untried legs hindered her. She stumbled before hugging her mother's flank, granting the predator another advantage. Shatain lunged toward her, his lethal fangs glittering in the spare rays of sunshine before locking down on the nape of her soft and infantile neck. The crushing pressure of the wolf's weight was more than enough to break her own.
I shall be merciful today, the predator chuckled darkly to himself. His lips crept further up her neck, and a deafening snap laid the young creature to rest. The fear and pain were only short lived, my darling. You were lucky.
OOC // I hope that was alright; I've never actually roleplayed with wolves before, only horses. Any critique is welcomed. ^^
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Alliance: Rogue or none.
Breed: Wolf
Blood: None
Appearance: His hide is a deep, jetty black, perhaps the darkest colour possible on his kind. It is shaggy and tangled, more so than the average canine. His build is narrow and tall, with bulky paws and long, hooked claws. His fangs are dagger like and sharp, however a few are cracked and mangled from previous fights. His hooded eyes are a striking green, perhaps the only beautiful feature on his snarling head. He has no peculiar markings or visible scars upon his pelt.
Personality: Morally deprived and self centred, Shaitan is ruthless and unforgivable. However, he is also quiet and cunning, and often wears a facade of being placid and polite. He is falsely sweet to females, but remains cool and distant from other males. Shaitan always respects those in the ranks above him, but will never shy away from a challenge when the opportunity arises. He is often cruel and misconceives those who are in ranks below him.
History: Shaitan was raised in a land known by little by an isolated pack of wolves. Although his sire and dam were tenderhearted and honest, Shaitan was born with a different mind. Goodness and morals made little sense to him; he believed in individuality and self interest over pack life.
He grew up competing with his brothers and his father to better himself. As the bones of his father grew withered and brittle, Shaitan did not ease up on the old alpha. Instead he challenged him with a renewed and powerful desire to lead the pack. It was an unfair fight; the old alpha's bones crumbled to nothing too quickly for him to gather the heart to surrender.
The leadership and power further shaped the young, fresh alpha into an iron fisted, insensitive dictator. The pack suffered beneath his tyranny. Many died under the malevolent ruler who had become intoxicated by his own power. Before long, another young lone wolf named Riko had stumbled across the perishing group. In an effort to save the females and thier pups, he challenged Shaitan. It was a brutal and bloody fight. Pelts were ripped apart, fangs were smashed to bits, but Shaitan lost. Blinded by his own fury, he bolted from the pack, beginning the search for a new life.
Auditioning Post: A tremor raced down the spine of the dark predator. His nares quivered at the sweet smell of fat, grass fed prey. His keen ears were tipped forward, listening to their brays. Elk had not crossed through Shaitan's territory in many moons, and the prospect of their warm and sweet sinew satisfying the clawing hunger in his gut was so beautiful. However, he knew it wouldn't be easy. With the absence of a reliable pack, he could only hope to down a young one. The younger ones are a more pleasurable meal anyways, thought the predator. Their legs and bellies were soft and required little dismembering on his part. But which one to choose? The striking emerald eyes of the wolf flickered back and forth between the herd's youth. The smallest shall do, decided Shaitan.
The dark hued wolf sunk lower into the brush, sinewy ropes of muscle coiling beneath his shadowy hide with anticipation. He could feel the fluttering heart of the infant elk already. This made his own heart gallop. The adrenaline of the hunt never dulled, no matter how many times it was preformed each season. His bristly lips curled over his jagged fangs, and faster than even he could have guessed, he ripped out of the brush.
The startled herd brayed fearfully, whipping around and galloping through the thick wood. The target of the dark predator's chase was blissfully vernal; her own untried legs hindered her. She stumbled before hugging her mother's flank, granting the predator another advantage. Shatain lunged toward her, his lethal fangs glittering in the spare rays of sunshine before locking down on the nape of her soft and infantile neck. The crushing pressure of the wolf's weight was more than enough to break her own.
I shall be merciful today, the predator chuckled darkly to himself. His lips crept further up her neck, and a deafening snap laid the young creature to rest. The fear and pain were only short lived, my darling. You were lucky.
OOC // I hope that was alright; I've never actually roleplayed with wolves before, only horses. Any critique is welcomed. ^^
