Post by Storyline on Dec 17, 2006 19:03:26 GMT -5
Dubbance: Haunting
Lifetime:
Gender: Male
Lineage: Heavenhound {Pure}
Parentals: Unknown
Siblings: No.
Mate: No.
Spawn: No.
Website:
Desired rank: Scout
Description: Dust covered brute had tints of chocolate and coal painted onto it. He certainly wasn't much of the "heavenly" sort as some would associate with the breed he was, and his name wasn't any help with that either. Golden eyes pierced out from his some-what dying personality. White hair covered his right eye, along with burnt pink ears sticking out from the top of the brute's head. Even though he wasn't that much heavenly, he really was as kind as can be.
Roleplaying ::
Socializing; Coal colored paws scratched at the ground. "Were is she?" he mumbled, looking around the small pack. "There!" he barked, seeing a lime green spined female he adored so much. He had to walk through a mini-maze of heavenhounds to get to her. He lost her once more, wondering were she went he lifted nose to take in smells. Mhmm... Zibah, Storyline, Idolatry... Aha! Persilla! He smelt his way to her, and then glomped her. "Per!" he gleeded, covering her face in slobber.
Fighting; He growled as he was standing on Aldora's borders for his daily scouting. Tonight he was on the night shift, someone else had taken the day shift. He snorted and growled a warning tone once more to wards a shadowy figure. "Away!" he snarled, pacing. He would attack the other, but not unless provoked. He still wasn't on Aldora land, so he didn't see why he'd attack.
or
Haunting launched himself at the other, trying to dig his claws into the other's spine. He mumbled something under his breath, but it being blocked by his mouth on the other ones neck. His claws kept on digging deeper and deeper into the other wolven's skin, trying there hardest to disable them in some way. {Sorry, I just suck at fighting posts. xD;}
Hunting; He snickered to himself as he stalked a unexpected weasel. The perfect snack for anything in his opinion. The morsel was small, but the meat was quite juicy. He licked his lips just thinking about. He continued his stalking, much like what he does to a certain female... eh. Until he was close enough in range, he just continued to walk along, close to the ground. Aha! The delectable meal was just a few seconds away now. He would launch himself from the ferns and pounce on the weasel, hopefully breaking something in it's small body.
Lifetime:
Gender: Male
Lineage: Heavenhound {Pure}
Parentals: Unknown
Siblings: No.
Mate: No.
Spawn: No.
Website:
Desired rank: Scout
Description: Dust covered brute had tints of chocolate and coal painted onto it. He certainly wasn't much of the "heavenly" sort as some would associate with the breed he was, and his name wasn't any help with that either. Golden eyes pierced out from his some-what dying personality. White hair covered his right eye, along with burnt pink ears sticking out from the top of the brute's head. Even though he wasn't that much heavenly, he really was as kind as can be.
Roleplaying ::
Socializing; Coal colored paws scratched at the ground. "Were is she?" he mumbled, looking around the small pack. "There!" he barked, seeing a lime green spined female he adored so much. He had to walk through a mini-maze of heavenhounds to get to her. He lost her once more, wondering were she went he lifted nose to take in smells. Mhmm... Zibah, Storyline, Idolatry... Aha! Persilla! He smelt his way to her, and then glomped her. "Per!" he gleeded, covering her face in slobber.
Fighting; He growled as he was standing on Aldora's borders for his daily scouting. Tonight he was on the night shift, someone else had taken the day shift. He snorted and growled a warning tone once more to wards a shadowy figure. "Away!" he snarled, pacing. He would attack the other, but not unless provoked. He still wasn't on Aldora land, so he didn't see why he'd attack.
or
Haunting launched himself at the other, trying to dig his claws into the other's spine. He mumbled something under his breath, but it being blocked by his mouth on the other ones neck. His claws kept on digging deeper and deeper into the other wolven's skin, trying there hardest to disable them in some way. {Sorry, I just suck at fighting posts. xD;}
Hunting; He snickered to himself as he stalked a unexpected weasel. The perfect snack for anything in his opinion. The morsel was small, but the meat was quite juicy. He licked his lips just thinking about. He continued his stalking, much like what he does to a certain female... eh. Until he was close enough in range, he just continued to walk along, close to the ground. Aha! The delectable meal was just a few seconds away now. He would launch himself from the ferns and pounce on the weasel, hopefully breaking something in it's small body.
