Post by ali on Oct 11, 2010 14:34:16 GMT -5
Name:: Whisper
My fav. meal is roman noodles?
Nickname:: None.
Gender:: Female
Age:: Two
Pack:: Gawain
Status:: In the Pride.
Ranking:: Member
Height:: 30 in.
Weight:: 99 lbs
Length:: 41 in.
Sub-Species:: Gray Wolf
Body Build:: Petite
Eye Color:: Brown. (Ignore the blue eye's in the picture)
Fur Color:: A light gray with some dark gray as a under coat
History:: My mom had been forced to breed by a male. She tried to fight , but was weak from getting over a sickness that was passed threw the pack. She despised me and my sister when we were born. Knowing we were the outcome of the male she wanted to kill us. But just a few minutes later she was overtook by the love she had some how encountered for her puppies. The illness however was still passing threw the pack and just after my sister had only lived a few days , passed after catching it. My mother was heart broken. Her last litter had passed away to. And now one from this one? With to much grieve she left me. Not being able to handle the death of my sister , she left me. I tried to convince her I was still ALIVE. But she was far to gone. I was just a mere pup then. I walked away that faithful day. I had to find some one else to watch over me. The pack , I forget what the name was , was decreasing. No one wanted a puppy to watch over , they had enough problems watching over themselves as it was. I went to the river. Far down from Abysol and Gawain packs. In the mountains maybe? I can't remember. I fell in , struggling to keep my head high the current sucked me in. The chance of life was so slim for me. I don't know why I made it. But I owe my life to him. A male wolf had risked his life for me. And had plunged into the river to get me , dragging me by the scruff he laid me on land where I scoffed up water. I had ended up in the Gawain pack. The male raised me there , I never bothered learning his name. I didn't want to. I had given up mostly and found myself in solitude. But slowly he taught me how to trust a little. But when he disappeared I found myself saddened. I had just turned into a young adult then. And I knew how to watch over myself. So I continued my life in the Gawain pack.
Relatives:: A sister. But she died before Adult hood.
Offspring:: N/A
Beloved:: None.
Personality:: Whisper is as curious as a puppy but she always takes precautions. Always being on the safe side she prefers not to take risks and make sure she's in her safe zone. She is usually quiet observing wolfs from out of their sight. Observing their every move. And how they interact with others and their selves. It helps Whisper determine a few things about their personality. So in a way she is actually partially shy. Once she decides to talk to you she'll be bright and social , concerning she feels she knows you now. Whisper got her name from a few things. Her shy nature , her soothing whisper like voice , and her color. Whisper always matched the color gray to her mother. Whisper tends not to fight. But she hates getting pushed around. Instead of fighting she tries to find another way out. But if fighting is needed she will stand up for herself. She is graceful and tends to spend most of her time in the Lyan's forest , Cura's meadow , Soemed's waterfall , or Lando's hot springs. She loves water and swimming. And tends to keep out of wolves sight and way. Unless it involves something she feels deeply about. Whisper feels she tells wolves enough about herself that they need to know, But in truth Whisper is a bit of a mystery.
Writing Example:: Whisper silently padded up to Cura's meadows. Breathing in the soft smell of flowers she opened her brown eye's gleaming with joy. The meadow was one of her most favorite places in all of the territory. The soft sweet smell of flowers and silence to the wind gliding by seemed to be of a relaxing essence to her. She loved the color of the flowers. Even if it was kind of eery here knowing what had taken place in the past , it didn't seem to be of any bother to her. Slowly walking she looked at the flowers and smelled a couple the seemed to tower above all the others and sway because of their height. Whisper tried not to crush any under he paws , and seemed to succeed to an extent. Lying down she flipped over to her back and stared at the tree's above. The bit of sky she saw was a bright blue with a few clouds scattered above. Stratus clouds were they? Closing her eye's whisper felt a complete peace.