Post by Lioncourt on Mar 7, 2006 0:46:35 GMT -5
Name: Gevaudan
Breed: Wolf
Gender: Male
Age: 7
Personality: closed and distrusting
Past: I remember wakening to see a pack gathered around me. They took me in and kept me for a time. I grew quickly and the others grew uneasy. Then a moons time later an elder took me aside. He told me of a monstrous wolf that had come through and left me. She had told them that if they killed me she would return and hunt them all. She had been so large that even the leader would not oppose her. The elder also gave me a name, La Bete. He said that she was the only one who I belonged with and I would have until morning to leave, if not they would tempt her wrath. I have been looking for La Bete ever since.
Sample post: Mud flew from a great wolf’s paws as the pack gave chase. At the mere mention of La Bete the alpha snarled and the great wolf took flight. He was easily larger then any one of them but not so large as to be able to take on the entire pack. At least La Bete was here at a time. A river blocked the way as they started to close in. Here was a chance. A leap easily cleared the span and most turned around not being able to match the feat. A young brute and his group jumped in and crossed seeking to prove they could lead the pack. If he turned from this challenge they would not give up the chase until they had a meal to reward their effort. The brute raced in thinking only of glory and stopped dead in a stare that would have fallen the horned ones that ran in through the trees. One of the pair that fallowed the brute sprung from the side and his teeth sunk in his fur barley breaking skin. It was one of the youngest of the pack and with a quick turn he bit deep into its neck. It lost its hold only to be tossed at his fellow that had closed in. The brute had finally shaken of his fright; forward he rushed and bit. Being so young a bite coming short could be understood but not forgiven. Gevaudan clamped down on his muzzle and so long was his muzzle that his teeth sank in above the brute’s eyes. If only he had not been so foolish. With a hard bite the bone gave way and the body dropped. The other two scampered off not wanting to fallow. Gevaudan watched as they faded into the trees. His midnight snout was still wet with the kill. It would take at least a moon to escape the pack’s hunting grounds. One thing he had learned was if you waste food you will live to regret it. Gevaudan only ate the organs, that was all he had time for the day was approaching and the pack would be able to see him from miles away with his dark fur. He set off and would not stop for a long time. It only he could find some where to rest.
Breed: Wolf
Gender: Male
Age: 7
Personality: closed and distrusting
Past: I remember wakening to see a pack gathered around me. They took me in and kept me for a time. I grew quickly and the others grew uneasy. Then a moons time later an elder took me aside. He told me of a monstrous wolf that had come through and left me. She had told them that if they killed me she would return and hunt them all. She had been so large that even the leader would not oppose her. The elder also gave me a name, La Bete. He said that she was the only one who I belonged with and I would have until morning to leave, if not they would tempt her wrath. I have been looking for La Bete ever since.
Sample post: Mud flew from a great wolf’s paws as the pack gave chase. At the mere mention of La Bete the alpha snarled and the great wolf took flight. He was easily larger then any one of them but not so large as to be able to take on the entire pack. At least La Bete was here at a time. A river blocked the way as they started to close in. Here was a chance. A leap easily cleared the span and most turned around not being able to match the feat. A young brute and his group jumped in and crossed seeking to prove they could lead the pack. If he turned from this challenge they would not give up the chase until they had a meal to reward their effort. The brute raced in thinking only of glory and stopped dead in a stare that would have fallen the horned ones that ran in through the trees. One of the pair that fallowed the brute sprung from the side and his teeth sunk in his fur barley breaking skin. It was one of the youngest of the pack and with a quick turn he bit deep into its neck. It lost its hold only to be tossed at his fellow that had closed in. The brute had finally shaken of his fright; forward he rushed and bit. Being so young a bite coming short could be understood but not forgiven. Gevaudan clamped down on his muzzle and so long was his muzzle that his teeth sank in above the brute’s eyes. If only he had not been so foolish. With a hard bite the bone gave way and the body dropped. The other two scampered off not wanting to fallow. Gevaudan watched as they faded into the trees. His midnight snout was still wet with the kill. It would take at least a moon to escape the pack’s hunting grounds. One thing he had learned was if you waste food you will live to regret it. Gevaudan only ate the organs, that was all he had time for the day was approaching and the pack would be able to see him from miles away with his dark fur. He set off and would not stop for a long time. It only he could find some where to rest.
