Post by zurui on Jul 30, 2012 3:16:08 GMT -5
Name: Zurui
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Sly,smart,prefers stealth and agility over strength,help breaks up fights but can also create one,stealthy,fast,loves sneaking up on people,quite small for age,strangely looks after all and any pups (as in protecting,getting food etc.) though his alpha has no idea why,retorts back to his pack,has shown hatred to most packs including his own,can be nice but only rarely,has been known to betray his previous pack,and shows vicousness to wolves who remind him of his pack and parents
History: I was once in a thriving pack named "The Shadow Howlers" that was made up of black or dark grey pelted wolves. I was always one of the smallest wolves of my pack,and was reminded very often of the fact. I was bullied by my pack,and I grew up with hatred towards them. Once I was a bit older,I became a good fighter,but my best skills were in speed,stealth and agility. But my pack did not seem to realise this,including my parents. The only one that understood me and my best skills was my older brother. He cared for me,and he also seemed to dislike our pack. One time when I was in a fight with another of my pack mates,my brother stood up for me,leading to him being attacked himself and chased out. My hatred grew higher to my pack. One time when I was out on a hunt,I found a pup on their own. She seemed lost,so I decided to help her. Once we had gotten to her pack,I found out that they were very skinny,and didn't seem to have much territory or food. Feeling sorry for the many pups in their pack,and the hatred for mine,I offered them some new territory. I knew that they could easily drive out or seriously injure my pack,since I knew all the short cuts and secret hide outs. The alpha agreed with me,and him and his pack set off while I stayed there,looking after the pups. Though it was for a short time the pups grew close to me,especially the young white she wolf I had met before. I stayed with the pups until I heard howls and shrieks of anger and pain. I could smell blood,and when I was about to go and see what was wrong,my father jumped out from the undergroth,pinning me to the ground. He told me I was a lier and a traitor,and that I was weak and a disgrace to him and his pack. The pups were making to much noise though,so he ripped my front leg,and went towards the pups. Even though I was weak,once I saw that he was going to kill the pups,I sprang up in anger,and attacked him. We got into a horrific fight,both of us getting lots of deep gashes and cuts. One specifically for me was one running down my spine,a few deep gashes in my front leg and front paw,and a long scratch on my face,starting from my ear,all down to my nose. In self defense,I ended up killing him,and knowing that my pack would be after me,I ran into the undergroth before they could come. I hadn't noticed that the white pup had followed me,and I only noticed when I heard her yip and yelp. I didn't stop though I wanted to,and my legs were bleeding heavily. I knew my pack would be after me,and I knew I would be putting the young pup in danger if I stayed with her. So I ran. I now wish I didn't,and hope that the white she wolf didn't die,though I'm sure she would've unless another wolf saved her. I am also searching for my brother,hoping that me and him can start a pack,or just stay together. I joined the Kings not too long ago,thinking that they could help me search for my lost brother,but now I'm not all sure that I want to stay with them...
Notes: Is around 2 turning 3,has a scar running across his eye,and a very batted front paw. Also cannot see very well in his left eye (the eye that was scratched)
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Sly,smart,prefers stealth and agility over strength,help breaks up fights but can also create one,stealthy,fast,loves sneaking up on people,quite small for age,strangely looks after all and any pups (as in protecting,getting food etc.) though his alpha has no idea why,retorts back to his pack,has shown hatred to most packs including his own,can be nice but only rarely,has been known to betray his previous pack,and shows vicousness to wolves who remind him of his pack and parents
History: I was once in a thriving pack named "The Shadow Howlers" that was made up of black or dark grey pelted wolves. I was always one of the smallest wolves of my pack,and was reminded very often of the fact. I was bullied by my pack,and I grew up with hatred towards them. Once I was a bit older,I became a good fighter,but my best skills were in speed,stealth and agility. But my pack did not seem to realise this,including my parents. The only one that understood me and my best skills was my older brother. He cared for me,and he also seemed to dislike our pack. One time when I was in a fight with another of my pack mates,my brother stood up for me,leading to him being attacked himself and chased out. My hatred grew higher to my pack. One time when I was out on a hunt,I found a pup on their own. She seemed lost,so I decided to help her. Once we had gotten to her pack,I found out that they were very skinny,and didn't seem to have much territory or food. Feeling sorry for the many pups in their pack,and the hatred for mine,I offered them some new territory. I knew that they could easily drive out or seriously injure my pack,since I knew all the short cuts and secret hide outs. The alpha agreed with me,and him and his pack set off while I stayed there,looking after the pups. Though it was for a short time the pups grew close to me,especially the young white she wolf I had met before. I stayed with the pups until I heard howls and shrieks of anger and pain. I could smell blood,and when I was about to go and see what was wrong,my father jumped out from the undergroth,pinning me to the ground. He told me I was a lier and a traitor,and that I was weak and a disgrace to him and his pack. The pups were making to much noise though,so he ripped my front leg,and went towards the pups. Even though I was weak,once I saw that he was going to kill the pups,I sprang up in anger,and attacked him. We got into a horrific fight,both of us getting lots of deep gashes and cuts. One specifically for me was one running down my spine,a few deep gashes in my front leg and front paw,and a long scratch on my face,starting from my ear,all down to my nose. In self defense,I ended up killing him,and knowing that my pack would be after me,I ran into the undergroth before they could come. I hadn't noticed that the white pup had followed me,and I only noticed when I heard her yip and yelp. I didn't stop though I wanted to,and my legs were bleeding heavily. I knew my pack would be after me,and I knew I would be putting the young pup in danger if I stayed with her. So I ran. I now wish I didn't,and hope that the white she wolf didn't die,though I'm sure she would've unless another wolf saved her. I am also searching for my brother,hoping that me and him can start a pack,or just stay together. I joined the Kings not too long ago,thinking that they could help me search for my lost brother,but now I'm not all sure that I want to stay with them...
Notes: Is around 2 turning 3,has a scar running across his eye,and a very batted front paw. Also cannot see very well in his left eye (the eye that was scratched)
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