Post by wanderer on Apr 12, 2010 19:09:23 GMT -5
Name: Wanderer
Age: four
Gender: Female
Pack: Loner
Rank: Loner
Personality: Wanderer is, overall, a gentle soul. She would avoid conflict if possible, but if the other wolf is persistant enough, she will gladly show them their place. She is a solitary wolf, prefering to keep to herself instead of hanging around alot of others. She is willful and doesn't like being told what to do, which is part of the reason she doesn't have a pack in the first place. She also dislikes snobbs and arrogance, and has no patients for it. Thogh any pack or wolf able to win over her trust will be extremely lucky, for she will fight for her loved ones to her last breath, and happily to.
Apperance: Wanderer has a small, agile build. Her small size, however, is in contrast to her wings, which are large enough to fold around her without a single hair showing through, thus providing a weak temporary shield, and yet small enough to be hidden in her thick coat to keep warm. Her fur coat is thick, having a wooly undercoat to provide extra warmth in the cold air about ground. She is pitch-black, with the exception of her front left paw, which is golden. She has large ears, for hearing better with the wind howling in her fur. Her large eyes are a pretty gold, and have amazing sight.
Wing type: Bat-like wings, with short velvety fur on the membrane. Thoug it does not look like it, they are made for high flying.
History: Wanderer was a wanderer for as long as she could remember. When she was born, her eyes where open, which is rare for wolves, near impossible. Her mother saw this, and with Wanderer's wings, her mother raised her untill she was weaned, and then left her. Wanderer was forced to teach herself first to fly, then to perfect hunting from the air, and finally fighing to defend her kills. She never really had a name, so when others she met called her only 'Wanderer' she stuck with that name. She flies the sky, searching for any that will not scorn her for her gifts, and she will keep searching, it seems, to the end of her days...
Theme Song: I will follow you into the dark, by death cab for cutie
Age: four
Gender: Female
Pack: Loner
Rank: Loner
Personality: Wanderer is, overall, a gentle soul. She would avoid conflict if possible, but if the other wolf is persistant enough, she will gladly show them their place. She is a solitary wolf, prefering to keep to herself instead of hanging around alot of others. She is willful and doesn't like being told what to do, which is part of the reason she doesn't have a pack in the first place. She also dislikes snobbs and arrogance, and has no patients for it. Thogh any pack or wolf able to win over her trust will be extremely lucky, for she will fight for her loved ones to her last breath, and happily to.
Apperance: Wanderer has a small, agile build. Her small size, however, is in contrast to her wings, which are large enough to fold around her without a single hair showing through, thus providing a weak temporary shield, and yet small enough to be hidden in her thick coat to keep warm. Her fur coat is thick, having a wooly undercoat to provide extra warmth in the cold air about ground. She is pitch-black, with the exception of her front left paw, which is golden. She has large ears, for hearing better with the wind howling in her fur. Her large eyes are a pretty gold, and have amazing sight.
Wing type: Bat-like wings, with short velvety fur on the membrane. Thoug it does not look like it, they are made for high flying.
History: Wanderer was a wanderer for as long as she could remember. When she was born, her eyes where open, which is rare for wolves, near impossible. Her mother saw this, and with Wanderer's wings, her mother raised her untill she was weaned, and then left her. Wanderer was forced to teach herself first to fly, then to perfect hunting from the air, and finally fighing to defend her kills. She never really had a name, so when others she met called her only 'Wanderer' she stuck with that name. She flies the sky, searching for any that will not scorn her for her gifts, and she will keep searching, it seems, to the end of her days...
Theme Song: I will follow you into the dark, by death cab for cutie