Post by Twilight on Jul 17, 2008 10:43:05 GMT -5
Name:
Zenith
Gender:
Male
Age:
4 years 3 months
Breed:
Russian(sub species of gray)
Affinity:
Air
Pack:
Ceveren
Hopeful Rank:
Alpha
Description:
Zenith is a large Russian wolf. He is manly a tan light gray color, with some areas of black. Along his spine he has a long black stripe, that matches the stripes on the front of his two front legs. His muzzle on top is a dark brown and underneath is a light tan. The top of his head in between his ears is both dark gray and brown. His ears are mostly dark brown that come to a point of black. His neck is white surrounded by a ring of gray. His sides are mostly tan with some black mixed in. He has long strong legs and a very muscular build. His tail is lined with black on the top and tan on the bottom. Each of his paws are tan with some black flecked on. He has dark amber eyes, almost orange in color.
Personality:
Zenith is proud but calm. He likes to be listened to, and doesn't like to be spoken over. He will hear others opinions only after his is voiced. When he was younger hew as always sky and didn't talk much, that didn't change until he was made Alpha. When around other packs he seems calm and strong, and almost intimidating. He likes to show off his size, and strength, proving he is the lead. Still when he is only around a few close friends he can act like himself. He likes to be playful and happy, but the second others are around he is calm, and seems much older and wiser then he really is. He doesn't much care for battles, but will fight only once he knows what his enemy really is. Over all he is good to be in the lead and comes off as calm, and somewhat proud.
History:
Zenith wasn't always suppose to be the one to lead. He was born the second son of his parents. His brother Alcippe was always ready to take over, he was strong bold, and thought battle was the way to solve everything. His mother had died trying to give birth to another set of pups, when she died, as well as the pups. That left Their father broken. Still Alcippe started acting more and more like the Alpha. Then in one bloody battle, only two wolves died, his brother and father. Now their was no one left, and quite little Zenith would have to lead. At first the pack was worried, until the other side of Zenith showed. He turned out to be a great leader, one who listens, acts only when he knew it was right, and didn't thrive for battle. He began to lead the pack well, and soon they calmed down, noticing he was the right one all along, not his brother. Still Zenith doesn't miss his brother, he was always his shadow, and Alcippe never really cared about him, the way his mom and dad did. Still only the pack that killed his brother and father know of their deaths, and they don't know what pack that is.
Family:
Father: Achilles(dead)
Mother: Ankana(dead)
Brother: Alcippe(dead)
Picture (optional):
Other:
n/a
Role Playing Sample:
The trees were silent, a hunter was moving, slow, but swift. All that could be heard was the thump of a heart, and the rasping of a wolf taking a breath. He pushed himself down putting all his weight on his back haunches. In one split second he launched himself into the air, gliding longer then any wolf should and landed perfectly. The white fur of the rabbit was splattered in crimson red as he carried it with him. Dropping his prey he lifted his nose to the sky, another wolf approaches. A voice began to call from back in the trees.
"Zenith, Zenith, where are you!" A small wolf, only about 10 months crashed through the bracken.
"Eris! What are you doing out here." He growled, his voice sharp and cutting. The smaller wolf flattened his ears back on his head and laid down at his feet.
"I'm sorry, I was sent to fetch you, a battle had erupted, and your father and brother were both injured bad. Alcippe is already dead, and your father is close to it." He would not meet Zeniths eyes as he spoke, they sent him of all people to bring this news.
"hurry, there is no time." Was all he could say before he bolted off toward the camp where his fathers body would have been brought. He lept again like no other wolf could and landed in the camp. He could see two bodies in the center, washed over with crimson blood. He padded slowly over to his fathers side, not daring to look at his wounds.
"Zenith, is that...you?" Achilles voice was rough and shallow.
"Yes father," was all he could mange to say, what happened to him.
"You..you must...take care..of....the pact for...me." He took his last breath and the last of the light in his eyes died out. Zenith didn't know what to do or say, his whole life just changed. He took slow steps toward the camp entrance and lifted his muzzle to the sky, the moon began to rise into the sky, and he howled his sorrow to the stars.
Zenith
Gender:
Male
Age:
4 years 3 months
Breed:
Russian(sub species of gray)
Affinity:
Air
Pack:
Ceveren
Hopeful Rank:
Alpha
Description:
Zenith is a large Russian wolf. He is manly a tan light gray color, with some areas of black. Along his spine he has a long black stripe, that matches the stripes on the front of his two front legs. His muzzle on top is a dark brown and underneath is a light tan. The top of his head in between his ears is both dark gray and brown. His ears are mostly dark brown that come to a point of black. His neck is white surrounded by a ring of gray. His sides are mostly tan with some black mixed in. He has long strong legs and a very muscular build. His tail is lined with black on the top and tan on the bottom. Each of his paws are tan with some black flecked on. He has dark amber eyes, almost orange in color.
Personality:
Zenith is proud but calm. He likes to be listened to, and doesn't like to be spoken over. He will hear others opinions only after his is voiced. When he was younger hew as always sky and didn't talk much, that didn't change until he was made Alpha. When around other packs he seems calm and strong, and almost intimidating. He likes to show off his size, and strength, proving he is the lead. Still when he is only around a few close friends he can act like himself. He likes to be playful and happy, but the second others are around he is calm, and seems much older and wiser then he really is. He doesn't much care for battles, but will fight only once he knows what his enemy really is. Over all he is good to be in the lead and comes off as calm, and somewhat proud.
History:
Zenith wasn't always suppose to be the one to lead. He was born the second son of his parents. His brother Alcippe was always ready to take over, he was strong bold, and thought battle was the way to solve everything. His mother had died trying to give birth to another set of pups, when she died, as well as the pups. That left Their father broken. Still Alcippe started acting more and more like the Alpha. Then in one bloody battle, only two wolves died, his brother and father. Now their was no one left, and quite little Zenith would have to lead. At first the pack was worried, until the other side of Zenith showed. He turned out to be a great leader, one who listens, acts only when he knew it was right, and didn't thrive for battle. He began to lead the pack well, and soon they calmed down, noticing he was the right one all along, not his brother. Still Zenith doesn't miss his brother, he was always his shadow, and Alcippe never really cared about him, the way his mom and dad did. Still only the pack that killed his brother and father know of their deaths, and they don't know what pack that is.
Family:
Father: Achilles(dead)
Mother: Ankana(dead)
Brother: Alcippe(dead)
Picture (optional):
Other:
n/a
Role Playing Sample:
The trees were silent, a hunter was moving, slow, but swift. All that could be heard was the thump of a heart, and the rasping of a wolf taking a breath. He pushed himself down putting all his weight on his back haunches. In one split second he launched himself into the air, gliding longer then any wolf should and landed perfectly. The white fur of the rabbit was splattered in crimson red as he carried it with him. Dropping his prey he lifted his nose to the sky, another wolf approaches. A voice began to call from back in the trees.
"Zenith, Zenith, where are you!" A small wolf, only about 10 months crashed through the bracken.
"Eris! What are you doing out here." He growled, his voice sharp and cutting. The smaller wolf flattened his ears back on his head and laid down at his feet.
"I'm sorry, I was sent to fetch you, a battle had erupted, and your father and brother were both injured bad. Alcippe is already dead, and your father is close to it." He would not meet Zeniths eyes as he spoke, they sent him of all people to bring this news.
"hurry, there is no time." Was all he could say before he bolted off toward the camp where his fathers body would have been brought. He lept again like no other wolf could and landed in the camp. He could see two bodies in the center, washed over with crimson blood. He padded slowly over to his fathers side, not daring to look at his wounds.
"Zenith, is that...you?" Achilles voice was rough and shallow.
"Yes father," was all he could mange to say, what happened to him.
"You..you must...take care..of....the pact for...me." He took his last breath and the last of the light in his eyes died out. Zenith didn't know what to do or say, his whole life just changed. He took slow steps toward the camp entrance and lifted his muzzle to the sky, the moon began to rise into the sky, and he howled his sorrow to the stars.
