Post by 24paperwings on Jun 25, 2012 11:18:48 GMT -5
Wolf name: kiba pronounced Key'ba
Wolf rank: Beta
Wolf picture: profile pic
Mated with lady wolf aka Rayne
Wolf personality: strong and fierce, loyal and honorable i'm quick to defend my friends and family. as one of the oldest members of the pack i try to pass on my experiences and help out the younger members when i can. even though I'm a beta i'm not afraid to challenge an alpha if i feel they are not taking the right actions. my greatest thrill is when i'm in battle but i know when and where that should take place. i have a dark grey/black coat but on my face a white tuff stands out half way down my snout. my body is covered in scars and my face bears two distinct ones. the first of which which appears to be three slashes crosses over my left eye while the second runs the length of the right side of my face to my ear, which has a small peice missing. though i'm quite large i'm extremely fast, but rarely choose to display it. stregth and agility are my main weapons. I'm lazy and try not to get involved when i can but never mistake that i won't fight till my dying breath. my loyalty is my greatest pride and if needed i would die to save anyone of my pack. at times i will wander off and patrol the territory for a few days but always will return with in time.
Wolf history: As a young pup i was often with my father, Zeus, the beta of another pack. though strong and fierce he never seemed to want to lead instead reserving his time to helping the alphas and paying attention to his pups. he was widely known as the strongest warrior in our clan and struck fear into the hearts of our rivals. one day i asked him why he never took the alpha position he told me this "because that is it is my choice" i never found out why that was his choice. a year later he was ambushed by another pack while teaching me and my brother to hunt. though he fought bravely he finally succumbed to the attack, though not before taking their alpha and several betas with him. after the battle which left me with a couple scars myself i stood over his body and morned for several days. on the second day i returned to camp to find that a new male one who came from outside the pack had taken control. when i approached he came down to challenge me son of the mighty warrior Zeus. young and foolish i decided not to rise to his challenge, that is until he called out insult to my fathers name, blinded by rage i charged. but weak from both hunger and sadness i was defeated but only just. since he was not strong enough himself he attempted to order my death. this however was when my brother stepped in. the same anger had filled his heart and he stood infront of me in my defense. soon others joined us refusing to kill me in spite of the new alpha. with that the pack split. in the year that followed the new pack grew and prospered my brother as its alpha. still bearing scars from the day of the split i was content to be his beta. then one day while we had gone to hunt we returned to our pack with several rabbits. as we approached though we caught the sent of death on the air. dropping our catches we ran to see what had happend only to find our pack had been destroyed. those who were not dead were taken in by our former pack. again blind with rage we ran to their den. only to be ambushed. this time my brother was badly injured to weak to continue fighting. standing over him i fought to defend him but was brought down by the shear numbers. i woke up days later where i had fallen bearing many of the scars on me my brother was no where to be found. injured and alone i wandered into the woods eventually collapsing by a stream. when i woke again i was in a den with a very old white wolf looking over me. she helped me regain my strength over many weeks and taught me much. within that time though she grew sick and eventually died old and happy with my company. with her death i chose to search for my brother. i still havent found him and every few weeks i leave for a few days at a time in order to search for the brother i have yet to find.
stories have been told of my brother father and myself. to many wolves we are living legends. we are all very large wolves and because of this some believe us to be both gods and demons of wolves though we are still mortal. our names give us the respect of many and cause us to be challenged by more than one great wolves. each of our unique names are know by wolves across the land. for me at a young age I was dubbed Kiba of the Blackmoon as is tradition in my family. i have a unique trait to my family. when battle lust grows in our hearts and minds our eyes begin to turn red. the deeper the color the harder we fight and the more we desire the kill. they are called the demons eyes for the color suggests we are filled with rage and power that can only be matched by demons themselves.
physical description:
jet black and covered in scars, a white star is on my face. a trait i share with my son. i'm the largest wolf in the pack but not the largest out there. Argus a member of nukas pack stands even taller and broader than i do.
Wolf rank: Beta
Wolf picture: profile pic
Mated with lady wolf aka Rayne
Wolf personality: strong and fierce, loyal and honorable i'm quick to defend my friends and family. as one of the oldest members of the pack i try to pass on my experiences and help out the younger members when i can. even though I'm a beta i'm not afraid to challenge an alpha if i feel they are not taking the right actions. my greatest thrill is when i'm in battle but i know when and where that should take place. i have a dark grey/black coat but on my face a white tuff stands out half way down my snout. my body is covered in scars and my face bears two distinct ones. the first of which which appears to be three slashes crosses over my left eye while the second runs the length of the right side of my face to my ear, which has a small peice missing. though i'm quite large i'm extremely fast, but rarely choose to display it. stregth and agility are my main weapons. I'm lazy and try not to get involved when i can but never mistake that i won't fight till my dying breath. my loyalty is my greatest pride and if needed i would die to save anyone of my pack. at times i will wander off and patrol the territory for a few days but always will return with in time.
Wolf history: As a young pup i was often with my father, Zeus, the beta of another pack. though strong and fierce he never seemed to want to lead instead reserving his time to helping the alphas and paying attention to his pups. he was widely known as the strongest warrior in our clan and struck fear into the hearts of our rivals. one day i asked him why he never took the alpha position he told me this "because that is it is my choice" i never found out why that was his choice. a year later he was ambushed by another pack while teaching me and my brother to hunt. though he fought bravely he finally succumbed to the attack, though not before taking their alpha and several betas with him. after the battle which left me with a couple scars myself i stood over his body and morned for several days. on the second day i returned to camp to find that a new male one who came from outside the pack had taken control. when i approached he came down to challenge me son of the mighty warrior Zeus. young and foolish i decided not to rise to his challenge, that is until he called out insult to my fathers name, blinded by rage i charged. but weak from both hunger and sadness i was defeated but only just. since he was not strong enough himself he attempted to order my death. this however was when my brother stepped in. the same anger had filled his heart and he stood infront of me in my defense. soon others joined us refusing to kill me in spite of the new alpha. with that the pack split. in the year that followed the new pack grew and prospered my brother as its alpha. still bearing scars from the day of the split i was content to be his beta. then one day while we had gone to hunt we returned to our pack with several rabbits. as we approached though we caught the sent of death on the air. dropping our catches we ran to see what had happend only to find our pack had been destroyed. those who were not dead were taken in by our former pack. again blind with rage we ran to their den. only to be ambushed. this time my brother was badly injured to weak to continue fighting. standing over him i fought to defend him but was brought down by the shear numbers. i woke up days later where i had fallen bearing many of the scars on me my brother was no where to be found. injured and alone i wandered into the woods eventually collapsing by a stream. when i woke again i was in a den with a very old white wolf looking over me. she helped me regain my strength over many weeks and taught me much. within that time though she grew sick and eventually died old and happy with my company. with her death i chose to search for my brother. i still havent found him and every few weeks i leave for a few days at a time in order to search for the brother i have yet to find.
stories have been told of my brother father and myself. to many wolves we are living legends. we are all very large wolves and because of this some believe us to be both gods and demons of wolves though we are still mortal. our names give us the respect of many and cause us to be challenged by more than one great wolves. each of our unique names are know by wolves across the land. for me at a young age I was dubbed Kiba of the Blackmoon as is tradition in my family. i have a unique trait to my family. when battle lust grows in our hearts and minds our eyes begin to turn red. the deeper the color the harder we fight and the more we desire the kill. they are called the demons eyes for the color suggests we are filled with rage and power that can only be matched by demons themselves.
physical description:
jet black and covered in scars, a white star is on my face. a trait i share with my son. i'm the largest wolf in the pack but not the largest out there. Argus a member of nukas pack stands even taller and broader than i do.