Post by /|-.::zetta::.-|\ on Dec 23, 2008 22:13:52 GMT -5
Name: Zetta
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Element: Earth
Power:
He has control over both plants, and the ground it grows in. How he uses it is strange and smart, so be ready fro anything.
Weakness: Water
Likes:
Discipline
Obedient wolves
Heavily wooded land
Elegance
cunning wolves
Dislikes:
Foolish wolves
undisciplined wolves
Water
Wolves that are winy
Needy wolves
Appearance:
Zetta is a rather handsome wolf of a darkish colour. His nose, is black. His pawtips are black, but fade quickly to a light cream that runs up his legs to just over his knees, where the fur turns to a grey-cream colour. His face is half covered in the same pale cream, with the colour leaking down across his belly and up the underside of his tail. His eartips are black, but the insides of his eyes are cream. His eyes are an flashy emarald green, making this wolfevenmore striking to the eye. A light bronzed gold, moves up his sides and he has some noticeable black stripes across his back.
{Look at my sig to see him in full. }
Pack/Rank:
Will challange a random pack for the title alpha.
Personality:
Zetta is a dignified wolf who has a good sense of justice. He seldom jokes about and when he does, it normally contains a certain amount of irony in it. He is responsible and dominant. However, when he is control, he will not relent to the other party and will be stern and quick to enforce things on them. he does respect authority however, like he respected his alpha sire. Confidence is something he has and he is a bold risk-taker.
There is another part of him though, that makes him half-crazy and he has short patience at times, getting angry very easily with little tolerance. He will not hesitate to get into a fight and he will punish any wolves who irk him without mercy.
He is not very good in handling puppies though and he treats them equally like an adult. He never shows favoritism to either pup or adult. However, he is likely to treat his mate kindly, and dominate over her unless she perhaps,is strong headed enough to stand up to him. He can get very mean at times.
History: Put your character's history here.
Im going to keep it quiet
Mandatory for all new people. If you have already told me then you don't need to do it agen.
Sample Post:
If you think life is only filled with pleasantness, think. again.
Crimson, bright crimson.
Spilling onto the pure snow, curling round the edges and and turning the pure whiteness into a deep, rich red just like how flames lick at a tree that is still and helpless to move.
x x x
Open jaws bit into the deer eagerly, tearing through the animal's thin hide that had already lost it's winters' shagginess. Burying his muzzle into the deep, warm bodice of the fallen prey, D'artagan devoured the the meat hungrily. He had not eaten for two days and it would be amazing how he had managed to kill this deer all by himself. He could attribute it to the deer's lame hind leg, luck, or perhaps, his own strength. It was the survival of the fittest here, winter or not, and he had learnt that lesson well.
How many days had it been, since he had been chased out? Now, at a mature age of three where he could hold his own, the black-red wolf could finally emerge to join a pack. It had already been six months at the least, and he had grown very independent. The need for family ties still flowed in his veins, just like they did in the rest of his kin, and this pulsing desire caused him to come out of his hiding and live normally. Normally. What was that definition.
The sun shifted uneasily and now, it hung high in the sky, boasting of its rays. The heat matched the cool weather and it did not affect D'artagan. Having eaten his fill, the male got to his paws and trotted off, taking care not to glide on the slippery rocks that seemed intent on obstructing him. Growling, baring his blood-stained teeth, the ruff of his abundant fur bristled a little in warning to whatever wolf to leave him alone. He was in no mood for playtime.
Hills changed rapidly under his steady paws. From white, to cream, to yellow, to brown with sprouts of green. Here, D'artagan stopped and sniffed at the wind. It brought news of a growing pack, the scents intermingled with each other. There weren't too many. Growing into a slow lope, the tri-coloured wolf carefully went round the borders of the territory. There was no wolf in sight, which meant that he had to step into the territory. Maybe this alpha would chase him out for intruding, maybe he would admire him for his guts. But it did not matter. D'artagan was now a Little desperate to join something which could provide a form of emotional and physical support.
Open your doors and let me in, or live to regret it. It's now or never.
Sloshing through the mixture of dead grass, snow and water, D'artagan's paws soon turned numb with cold. Leaping onto a boulder that lay somewhere in the territory that was still so alien to him, the risk-taker let out a howl that was mingled with sorrow and mourning. Once, twice it rang out, clear and strong. It bounded along the caves, along the rocks that spoke of it in return. With it was a message.
Greetings to the alpha male, wherever you are. I'm D'artagan, and would like to join your pack.
Alert and cautious, D'artagan sat in a calm manner but inside, every sense was on duty and he got ready to spring, to bare his teeth, and to return any attack that the alpha would dare to give.
[Sorry my muse is dead, so I'm using a random post from a different site.]
If you could change anything about the site what would it be?: Ugh the color, it hurts my eyes.
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Element
Power
He has control over both plants, and the ground it grows in. How he uses it is strange and smart, so be ready fro anything.
Weakness: Water
Likes:
Discipline
Obedient wolves
Heavily wooded land
Elegance
cunning wolves
Dislikes:
Foolish wolves
undisciplined wolves
Water
Wolves that are winy
Needy wolves
Appearance:
Zetta is a rather handsome wolf of a darkish colour. His nose, is black. His pawtips are black, but fade quickly to a light cream that runs up his legs to just over his knees, where the fur turns to a grey-cream colour. His face is half covered in the same pale cream, with the colour leaking down across his belly and up the underside of his tail. His eartips are black, but the insides of his eyes are cream. His eyes are an flashy emarald green, making this wolfevenmore striking to the eye. A light bronzed gold, moves up his sides and he has some noticeable black stripes across his back.
{Look at my sig to see him in full. }
Pack/Rank:
Will challange a random pack for the title alpha.
Personality:
Zetta is a dignified wolf who has a good sense of justice. He seldom jokes about and when he does, it normally contains a certain amount of irony in it. He is responsible and dominant. However, when he is control, he will not relent to the other party and will be stern and quick to enforce things on them. he does respect authority however, like he respected his alpha sire. Confidence is something he has and he is a bold risk-taker.
There is another part of him though, that makes him half-crazy and he has short patience at times, getting angry very easily with little tolerance. He will not hesitate to get into a fight and he will punish any wolves who irk him without mercy.
He is not very good in handling puppies though and he treats them equally like an adult. He never shows favoritism to either pup or adult. However, he is likely to treat his mate kindly, and dominate over her unless she perhaps,is strong headed enough to stand up to him. He can get very mean at times.
History: Put your character's history here.
Im going to keep it quiet
Mandatory for all new people. If you have already told me then you don't need to do it agen.
Sample Post:
If you think life is only filled with pleasantness, think. again.
Crimson, bright crimson.
Spilling onto the pure snow, curling round the edges and and turning the pure whiteness into a deep, rich red just like how flames lick at a tree that is still and helpless to move.
x x x
Open jaws bit into the deer eagerly, tearing through the animal's thin hide that had already lost it's winters' shagginess. Burying his muzzle into the deep, warm bodice of the fallen prey, D'artagan devoured the the meat hungrily. He had not eaten for two days and it would be amazing how he had managed to kill this deer all by himself. He could attribute it to the deer's lame hind leg, luck, or perhaps, his own strength. It was the survival of the fittest here, winter or not, and he had learnt that lesson well.
How many days had it been, since he had been chased out? Now, at a mature age of three where he could hold his own, the black-red wolf could finally emerge to join a pack. It had already been six months at the least, and he had grown very independent. The need for family ties still flowed in his veins, just like they did in the rest of his kin, and this pulsing desire caused him to come out of his hiding and live normally. Normally. What was that definition.
The sun shifted uneasily and now, it hung high in the sky, boasting of its rays. The heat matched the cool weather and it did not affect D'artagan. Having eaten his fill, the male got to his paws and trotted off, taking care not to glide on the slippery rocks that seemed intent on obstructing him. Growling, baring his blood-stained teeth, the ruff of his abundant fur bristled a little in warning to whatever wolf to leave him alone. He was in no mood for playtime.
Hills changed rapidly under his steady paws. From white, to cream, to yellow, to brown with sprouts of green. Here, D'artagan stopped and sniffed at the wind. It brought news of a growing pack, the scents intermingled with each other. There weren't too many. Growing into a slow lope, the tri-coloured wolf carefully went round the borders of the territory. There was no wolf in sight, which meant that he had to step into the territory. Maybe this alpha would chase him out for intruding, maybe he would admire him for his guts. But it did not matter. D'artagan was now a Little desperate to join something which could provide a form of emotional and physical support.
Open your doors and let me in, or live to regret it. It's now or never.
Sloshing through the mixture of dead grass, snow and water, D'artagan's paws soon turned numb with cold. Leaping onto a boulder that lay somewhere in the territory that was still so alien to him, the risk-taker let out a howl that was mingled with sorrow and mourning. Once, twice it rang out, clear and strong. It bounded along the caves, along the rocks that spoke of it in return. With it was a message.
Greetings to the alpha male, wherever you are. I'm D'artagan, and would like to join your pack.
Alert and cautious, D'artagan sat in a calm manner but inside, every sense was on duty and he got ready to spring, to bare his teeth, and to return any attack that the alpha would dare to give.
[Sorry my muse is dead, so I'm using a random post from a different site.]
If you could change anything about the site what would it be?: Ugh the color, it hurts my eyes.
