Post by destiny on Aug 31, 2006 18:59:21 GMT -5
Name: Dashing/Dash
Gender:male
Age: 4
Size: large
Pelt: black, white chest(like a tuxedo)
Eyes: His right eye like an emerald his left like blue a saphire
Markings:none
Scars: none
Temperament:flirty, brutes irratate him
Past: Dashing is outgoing and loves to talk to the
ladies. Dashing was kicked out of the pack he was
born in for, well, being too dashing. Every pack he
seems to join, always gets wiped-out by a tornado.
He wanders through the land to find his 'true' love.
As handsome as he is, that smile seems to get him
into trouble sometimes.
Family:doesn't remember
Mate:none
Offspring:none
Desired Pack:(?)
Roleplay Example:A black wolf bounded through the forest. His paws, his chest, and the tip of his tail was white. His right eye shone like an emerald his left like blue a saphire. His name? Dashing. He was the sort of wolf that would immediatly start talking to a fae when he saw one. He saw a rabbit, so he crouched low to the ground. The rabbit was right next to him and then, whoosh, he had caught it.He gobbled up the rabbit in no time for he had been very hungry. He wandered around some more, his tail swishing back and forth as he walked with his head held high, listening for any sound.He heard the sound of rushing water and noticed how thirsty he was. So he followed it until he came to a brook.He dipped his head down and lapped up some water.-D
Gender:male
Age: 4
Size: large
Pelt: black, white chest(like a tuxedo)
Eyes: His right eye like an emerald his left like blue a saphire
Markings:none
Scars: none
Temperament:flirty, brutes irratate him
Past: Dashing is outgoing and loves to talk to the
ladies. Dashing was kicked out of the pack he was
born in for, well, being too dashing. Every pack he
seems to join, always gets wiped-out by a tornado.
He wanders through the land to find his 'true' love.
As handsome as he is, that smile seems to get him
into trouble sometimes.
Family:doesn't remember
Mate:none
Offspring:none
Desired Pack:(?)
Roleplay Example:A black wolf bounded through the forest. His paws, his chest, and the tip of his tail was white. His right eye shone like an emerald his left like blue a saphire. His name? Dashing. He was the sort of wolf that would immediatly start talking to a fae when he saw one. He saw a rabbit, so he crouched low to the ground. The rabbit was right next to him and then, whoosh, he had caught it.He gobbled up the rabbit in no time for he had been very hungry. He wandered around some more, his tail swishing back and forth as he walked with his head held high, listening for any sound.He heard the sound of rushing water and noticed how thirsty he was. So he followed it until he came to a brook.He dipped his head down and lapped up some water.-D