Post by wolsak on Sept 13, 2007 15:11:58 GMT -5
Name: Orange Eyes
Age: 3 years old (human not translated into wolf years)
Gender: Male
Breed: Artic Wolf
Pack: None (I think)
Rank: Not sure
Description: White, fluffy, and oranged eyed
Personality: Strange, mysteryious, gruff, tough
History: Escaped from zoo
Other Information: None message me if I'm not doing this correctly.
Roleplay Example: Galloping away from the zoo, I reflected on everything. My life, my expericences, my wars, and of course my love. My love, White Feather, ecasping too, right by my side. She gallops on silently, reflecting on her things. I think about possible starting a pack with her, or at least mating with her. She pushes on harder, I gallop forward, and we start to have fun. Racing each other, tossing our heads, barking with the sheer joy of freedom. Pinning ears back against the wind. I start to realize how much I missed the wind on my face, and running though my hair. I can tell White Feather is enjoying this...
Age: 3 years old (human not translated into wolf years)
Gender: Male
Breed: Artic Wolf
Pack: None (I think)
Rank: Not sure
Description: White, fluffy, and oranged eyed
Personality: Strange, mysteryious, gruff, tough
History: Escaped from zoo
Other Information: None message me if I'm not doing this correctly.
Roleplay Example: Galloping away from the zoo, I reflected on everything. My life, my expericences, my wars, and of course my love. My love, White Feather, ecasping too, right by my side. She gallops on silently, reflecting on her things. I think about possible starting a pack with her, or at least mating with her. She pushes on harder, I gallop forward, and we start to have fun. Racing each other, tossing our heads, barking with the sheer joy of freedom. Pinning ears back against the wind. I start to realize how much I missed the wind on my face, and running though my hair. I can tell White Feather is enjoying this...