Post by redclaw on Jun 27, 2010 16:45:12 GMT -7
*Wolf's Name:Red-claw
*Desired Pack:Deviants
*Desired Rank:Broodling
*Age:2
*Sex: male
*Breed:Grey wolf
*Description:He has grey fur with black tips. His fur has nearly no shine making it easier for him to hide. He isn't as small as Crag, but he's smaller than a wolf his age should be. He has shining amber eyes.
*Personality:He doesn't enjoy or dislike killing. He prefers a swift death. He believes that dragging it out will give them a better chance of escape.He, like his brother, prefers an ambush, but he attack at every opportunity. A perfect assassin in every way.
History:What is there to say? he was born with his pack and never felt any emotion. He nearly killed his brother, his only sibling. He would have if it weren't for his mother. When he was older he chased his brother off. His mom was old, but she may have lived a while if Red-claw hadn't killed her.
Family/Friends:None.
*RP Sample:The Small black-wolf crept through the underbrush. He was on the trail of his victim. He peered out from the foliage with his green emotionless eyes. He glimpsed a flash of grey not far from him. As silent as a shadow he crouched. He sprang landing on the wolfs back. He quickly grabbed its neck loosely. He dropped from its back. His loose hold allowed him to shift position to its throat. He crunched the wind pipe. All this he did in a matter of moments, never giving the wolf time to cry out.
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*Desired Pack:Deviants
*Desired Rank:Broodling
*Age:2
*Sex: male
*Breed:Grey wolf
*Description:He has grey fur with black tips. His fur has nearly no shine making it easier for him to hide. He isn't as small as Crag, but he's smaller than a wolf his age should be. He has shining amber eyes.
*Personality:He doesn't enjoy or dislike killing. He prefers a swift death. He believes that dragging it out will give them a better chance of escape.He, like his brother, prefers an ambush, but he attack at every opportunity. A perfect assassin in every way.
History:What is there to say? he was born with his pack and never felt any emotion. He nearly killed his brother, his only sibling. He would have if it weren't for his mother. When he was older he chased his brother off. His mom was old, but she may have lived a while if Red-claw hadn't killed her.
Family/Friends:None.
*RP Sample:The Small black-wolf crept through the underbrush. He was on the trail of his victim. He peered out from the foliage with his green emotionless eyes. He glimpsed a flash of grey not far from him. As silent as a shadow he crouched. He sprang landing on the wolfs back. He quickly grabbed its neck loosely. He dropped from its back. His loose hold allowed him to shift position to its throat. He crunched the wind pipe. All this he did in a matter of moments, never giving the wolf time to cry out.
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