Post by P3sti13nc3 on Oct 2, 2009 17:16:52 GMT -8
Name: Wamika Zerstoren.
Age: Two springs.
Gender: Female.
Breed: Gray Wolf[75%], partial Red Wolf[25%].
Rank: Rogue.
Mate: Not available.
Pups: Not available.
Appearance: Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are lookin' good...
Name: Valdier Zerstoren.
Age: Four winters.
Gender: Male.
Breed: Gray Wolf[75%], partial Red Wolf[25%].
Rank: Alpha and Champion of the Nulki Woodland.
Mate: Not available.
Pups: Brooke, adopted.
Appearance: Example.
Valdier truly resonates the basis of his hefty breed. His snout is more broad than some wolves', sporting a light haze of gray marred by four horizontal scars after he had boldly snuffled too near a badger during his puphood. Blooming under his muzzle is a creamy mixture of white that expands over his throat to mold with his underbelly's white flag. The male's eyes are a vivid golden color that smolder in nocturnal hours, but become soothing during daylight. Around each iris is a collection of bronze speckles. Valdier's eyes always gaze off to the distance calmly, or brighten once he's curious/interested with something. His coat's base color is a stormy gray with bits of white at the roots, brown tufting on a majority of his build, black fur lines his neck, along his spine and ends by tufting at his bushy tail. On his flanks are splashes of cinnamon, left over from his dam's family. When in sunlight the male's pelt shimmers dully as he's prone to grooming himself every so often. Most likely to better boast his favored battle scars.
His overall form is nearly bear-like since his diet mostly pertains to large prey [when he's lucky to run across the old, sick or young]. The brute's bulky build makes enemies think twice before challenging him, large paws taking him far so he's constantly fit. Not that he's menacing. The male gray wolf is peaceful and walks with a majestic, but never snooty, air. Valdier's muscle is great for fights and hunting, but he can't run forever just as jumping is not a skill for him. He isn't built for speed and could be considered a regular wolf tank. His thick coat bodes well in harsh weather conditions so he's durable in just about any season. Being a fighter, Valdier sports various scars that are big enough to be seen through the sparse fur outlining them. Marring his thick hindquarters are various slashes from a bear or two, his sides flaunt mountain lion claw marks and behind his ears are where the big cat had left it's bite on him. Vivid bite marks have welded themselves on his hindlegs from aggressive wolves whom were rightly eliminated shortly after attacking the gray wolf. Valdier holds his battle scars as badges of honor. Except for the one on his muzzle of course as he did not rightfully earn it. The male can easily outweigh most wolves his age, muscle weighs more than fat after all. Valdier is in no way overtly buff however.
A gaping maw leaning towards gluttony in the winter is delicate enough to lift a pup, mouth turning into one of love and parental instinct. His teeth are an off-white hue, blackened at the roots as though by some form of malady. In battle you will see him, in the front lines. Behemoth form overwhelming any sort loner in his path, those in his way be damned once Valdier has decided he has an enemy amidst himself or friends. In the winter his coat becomes very shaggy which is just how he prefers it actually. It makes him more of the Battle Brute he is within. Constantly his scars ravage his easily tickled flesh. Which is why you might see the beast rubbing against stone or tree from time to time.
Name: Sael Zerstoren.
Age: Two springs.
Gender: Male.
Breed: Gray Wolf[75%], partial Red Wolf[25%].
Rank: Shaman.
Mate: Not available.
Pups: Not available.
Appearance: Example.
His eyes...well. Those luminous orbs, windows to the soul...they are as muddled as they are bright. Nothing special or handsome is held within them. Observe their hues though--magnificent white squalls roiling over an overtly murky lake. They are a sickly pale swamp green churned with rotten pears. Fermenting voids of shallow depth. His pupils, spheres of dull, cold coal. The silver lining in such eyes...ah these eyes. These less than dazzling eyes easily convey his emotions to the empathetic.
And the fur enwrapping such a lovely thing? A hazy shade of obsidian, his coat twinkles in the sunlight. Bristled tufts resemble winking stars line his shoulders and ruff. The borderline coon-mask blotches his face with a foggy white color. Faded ivory dapples down his front and along slender sides as well as the underbelly. Sael's overall pelt would remind one of a phantasmic mist, splayed and enveloped all at once within a dark night. Nothing more, nothing less. The hearth of the entertainer's fur glows with a caramel layer of warmth.
Resembling Valdier nearly in size, Sael is but a mere size less than big brother. His frame is lean muscle. Lithe as a panther and just as flexible. This body would be most pleasing to males and females alike. Such a form does the jester justice as he performs rogue antics and acrobatics. He has no striking scars to make his skin ugly like his burly kin. Sael is a lover, not a fighter. His sides are smooth and are wont to cup another against them. The stooping chest allows for very close snuggling. His narrow snout is most useful for smooches and intimate grooming.
Age: Two springs.
Gender: Female.
Breed: Gray Wolf[75%], partial Red Wolf[25%].
Rank: Rogue.
Mate: Not available.
Pups: Not available.
Appearance: Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are lookin' good...
Name: Valdier Zerstoren.
Age: Four winters.
Gender: Male.
Breed: Gray Wolf[75%], partial Red Wolf[25%].
Rank: Alpha and Champion of the Nulki Woodland.
Mate: Not available.
Pups: Brooke, adopted.
Appearance: Example.
Valdier truly resonates the basis of his hefty breed. His snout is more broad than some wolves', sporting a light haze of gray marred by four horizontal scars after he had boldly snuffled too near a badger during his puphood. Blooming under his muzzle is a creamy mixture of white that expands over his throat to mold with his underbelly's white flag. The male's eyes are a vivid golden color that smolder in nocturnal hours, but become soothing during daylight. Around each iris is a collection of bronze speckles. Valdier's eyes always gaze off to the distance calmly, or brighten once he's curious/interested with something. His coat's base color is a stormy gray with bits of white at the roots, brown tufting on a majority of his build, black fur lines his neck, along his spine and ends by tufting at his bushy tail. On his flanks are splashes of cinnamon, left over from his dam's family. When in sunlight the male's pelt shimmers dully as he's prone to grooming himself every so often. Most likely to better boast his favored battle scars.
His overall form is nearly bear-like since his diet mostly pertains to large prey [when he's lucky to run across the old, sick or young]. The brute's bulky build makes enemies think twice before challenging him, large paws taking him far so he's constantly fit. Not that he's menacing. The male gray wolf is peaceful and walks with a majestic, but never snooty, air. Valdier's muscle is great for fights and hunting, but he can't run forever just as jumping is not a skill for him. He isn't built for speed and could be considered a regular wolf tank. His thick coat bodes well in harsh weather conditions so he's durable in just about any season. Being a fighter, Valdier sports various scars that are big enough to be seen through the sparse fur outlining them. Marring his thick hindquarters are various slashes from a bear or two, his sides flaunt mountain lion claw marks and behind his ears are where the big cat had left it's bite on him. Vivid bite marks have welded themselves on his hindlegs from aggressive wolves whom were rightly eliminated shortly after attacking the gray wolf. Valdier holds his battle scars as badges of honor. Except for the one on his muzzle of course as he did not rightfully earn it. The male can easily outweigh most wolves his age, muscle weighs more than fat after all. Valdier is in no way overtly buff however.
A gaping maw leaning towards gluttony in the winter is delicate enough to lift a pup, mouth turning into one of love and parental instinct. His teeth are an off-white hue, blackened at the roots as though by some form of malady. In battle you will see him, in the front lines. Behemoth form overwhelming any sort loner in his path, those in his way be damned once Valdier has decided he has an enemy amidst himself or friends. In the winter his coat becomes very shaggy which is just how he prefers it actually. It makes him more of the Battle Brute he is within. Constantly his scars ravage his easily tickled flesh. Which is why you might see the beast rubbing against stone or tree from time to time.
Name: Sael Zerstoren.
Age: Two springs.
Gender: Male.
Breed: Gray Wolf[75%], partial Red Wolf[25%].
Rank: Shaman.
Mate: Not available.
Pups: Not available.
Appearance: Example.
His eyes...well. Those luminous orbs, windows to the soul...they are as muddled as they are bright. Nothing special or handsome is held within them. Observe their hues though--magnificent white squalls roiling over an overtly murky lake. They are a sickly pale swamp green churned with rotten pears. Fermenting voids of shallow depth. His pupils, spheres of dull, cold coal. The silver lining in such eyes...ah these eyes. These less than dazzling eyes easily convey his emotions to the empathetic.
And the fur enwrapping such a lovely thing? A hazy shade of obsidian, his coat twinkles in the sunlight. Bristled tufts resemble winking stars line his shoulders and ruff. The borderline coon-mask blotches his face with a foggy white color. Faded ivory dapples down his front and along slender sides as well as the underbelly. Sael's overall pelt would remind one of a phantasmic mist, splayed and enveloped all at once within a dark night. Nothing more, nothing less. The hearth of the entertainer's fur glows with a caramel layer of warmth.
Resembling Valdier nearly in size, Sael is but a mere size less than big brother. His frame is lean muscle. Lithe as a panther and just as flexible. This body would be most pleasing to males and females alike. Such a form does the jester justice as he performs rogue antics and acrobatics. He has no striking scars to make his skin ugly like his burly kin. Sael is a lover, not a fighter. His sides are smooth and are wont to cup another against them. The stooping chest allows for very close snuggling. His narrow snout is most useful for smooches and intimate grooming.