Toothless

Member Posts : 14 Join date : 2015-07-18

Name: Toothless

Gender: Male

Age: 4 Years

Pack: Helidos

Rank Requested: Warrior

Appearance:
Colors of autumn mix together to camouflage this young brute. An array of Tan, brown, white, and black swirl in patterns that make him look quite a bit odd, which he likes. Mischief rolls through his veins, but he seldom lets it get away from him. Toothless can be quite serious at times and his glacier blue eyes can convey that simple act of emotion. He is exceptionally well in hunting, his paws large and wide to better grip the earth as he runs down his prey. His muzzle is narrow, but his lips hide his most formidable weapon he has ever had. Though serious, Toothless can be a nice guy. He is loyal to those that he considers pack and will fight to defend them. His stance is confident, but when faced with higher ranking he is respectful.

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History:
In the days past, where things were slowly revolving around to a better time, a small dark bundle of fur was born to a proud mother, father and uncle. The little ball of fur grew up with a normal sized litter of three other siblings; an older sister and two middle brothers. The little bundle was the runt of the litter, and being so small he had had to fight all the harder to get enough milk in those few months of birth. But fight he did. The little runt, when his teeth came in, would wait until a sibling wasn't paying attention and would sink is little needle sharp teeth into any part of them he could get at. At a few months old he would howl and yip, even growl and snarl, but not once did he ever show his teeth unless at the last second of an attack. The others of his pack had begun to jokingly call him toothless, for he would never show his teeth. As he grew up he was a bit odd actually, and in his first year he would spend time with his uncle Zedd; a crazy wolf who was getting on in his years. Toothless liked Zedd, for Zedd would teach him a little about the healing arts. But Toothless didn't spend all of his time with Zedd, he would be in the training fields, pushing himself to move fast and pounce with accuracy. Paws would fly through the air as he would spin and kick. One would think to put him in the category of his uncle if he hadn't trained so hard to be a fighter.

In his second year, Toothless said goodbye to his family and with his Uncle in tow, set out to see the world. They both traveled far with each other as company but they came upon a few wolves whom would have liked to see harm come to them. They tried to intimidate Toothless with their size, asking his name and laughing uproariously when learning of it. Oh, the harsh words that issued from their tongues were the last they spoke as he flung himself into their midst. He tore great chunks of flesh from their bodies, not even caring if he killed them outright or just gave them grievous wounds. They had learned that he wasn't toothless after all. By his third year and a half, Toothless and Zedd were separated by a herd of elk running then swimming through a fast river. So impatient had Toothless been that he had jumped into the river after the delectable morsels. He was swept away before he even realized it. He fought hard to regain the shore, swimming frantically between the large beats, at times clinging to the back of one just so he wouldn't be pulled under. When he finally had reached the other side it was far from where he had been with his uncle. He had even crossed to the other side of the water.

Toothless had no idea where his uncle was or if he was alright. But he had stood shakily to his paws and lifted his head to cry out for the uncle that he loved. He waited on that side of the river for four days, waiting for a howl in response to his own repeated calls, only to have them go unanswered. Finally, Toothless had come to the decision of moving on without his beloved uncle, as much as it saddened his heart. For miles he walked. Only stopping to see to his necessities. Other than that, he kept moving. Searching. Hunting, for the right place to be.

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How did you find Age? I am Nyda this guy dies in da war

Example Post: Taken from Hunter Nyda: Thump..thump, thump..thump....blood surged through veins, making a roaring sound in the twitching auds that perked high atop the cranium of a huntress. Dark amber eyes locked onto a smaller form that had frozen in fear. Ever so slowly the huntress moved forward, placing a paw down carefully so as not to startle the prey into flight. A black nose twitched, scenting the fear that hung in the air. Suddenly, the small form bolted from cover, fleeing the hand of death that awaited its victim. The huntress surged forward, back paws digging into the hard turf to be propelled after its target. She breathed in a calm breath, while she flew after her prey. The rabbit darted a sharp left turn, then right, but the larger hunter tried to anticipate the target's movements. As it was she, instead of turning left went straight to intercept the rabbit's path. Sharp canine teeth opened wide as strong neck muscles lunged towards the prey. She felt soft fur brush against her pink tongue and she closed the deadly trap of teeth around the spine of the rabbit. A scream of pain rent the quiet air as the rabbit kicked and twisted, trying to free itself from the death it knew was coming. Swiftly the huntress shook her head, quickly ending the life that would feed her and give her strength.

Nyda dropped her prize at her feet, her pink tongue snaked out to lick the blood from her dark lips. She was thrilled that she could take care of herself, happy that she had taken hunting and tracking seriously as she had grown up. Some of her kind did not fare well alone, usually succumbing to death of starvation because they couldn't adequately find enough food. She, herself, instead tried her hardest to pay attention and make adequate choices.

Standing over her prize, Nyda pulled a deep breath in to calm her racing heart. When she slowed her heart, her gaze scanned the surrounding wood. Birds started up their calls again, the wind moved through the trees. Life continued for the living. And Nyda, Nyda settled down to a nice meal while she thought of where to travel her lonely paws to next.

Just a few things:

- Appearance section must be 8 sentences long.
- There is no "creator". Wolves do not believe in a higher power. When wolves die, they go to the "other forest", that's it.

Fix this and let us know.

Member Posts : 14 Join date : 2015-07-18

Fixed those couple things...I still have to do an example post right?

Now before you can get started, please add your wolf to the following pages:

- Name Claim
- Ranks

Once you have completed these things, please head to the border of your prospective pack and post!