Post by opportunist on Dec 28, 2006 15:03:04 GMT -5
Character Information ::
Dubbance: Opportunist
Lifetime: 2 winters
Gender: Male
Lineage: Purebred
Parentals: Not known
Siblings: Not known
Mated? (If yes, please remember he/she is supposed to join too) No
Spawn? No
Website: (leave blank if you don't have one)
Desired rank: Sentinel
Description: Pelt of onyx colorations, lower part of cranial structure and belly are dark gray, paws are dark chocolate, and two lines on the side of his figure have two tones timber colorations.
Roleplaying ::
(Please, write down all the three required posts. You can also add some old posts if you wish to. And we're not giving you the situations, btw.)
Socializing; Those days in the pack were the worse. Opportunist was new, so he hasn’t met anyone but the Alphess. The morning was comfortable; there was almost no one inside the pack’s cave anymore. The sun was high in the sky; they must have gone for breakfast. Lazily, Port stood up, sprawling. He made his way, in a slow movement toward the den’s entrance. As the male moved, his auditors perked up upon his cranial structure, attempting to catch any sounds from the pack members. Apparently, there was a group of wolves outside. Heavenly male creature steped out of the den, quickly seaching for their figure. Onyx nasal cavity was invaded by the perfum of the pack members, and the wolf started moving into their direction. Caudal appendage behind his figure showed a friendly personality, as well as his mask expression. When he was close enough, Opportunist would just just sit down, and release a greeting yip, attempting to have the others attention. If succeeded, the heavenhound would speak, introducing himself. If attempt failed, he would try once more, certain that they would listen this time.
Fighting; Opportunist was thrown away from the place he was. His opponent was quite strong in a fight, but so was Port. Both already had many injuries all over their body, and this fight should finish soon. Trying, once more hurt his enemy, the gigant male would jump over him, and try to bite him on the left shoulder. His right limb was already hurted, and his opponent weight was placed all on his left paw. Is attack succeeded, his enemy would lose his strength of his forepillars, and it would bring him some difficulties on moving and attacking. If Opportunist failed, at least he would try to bring the other to the ground, and fall upon him/her. Is it is what would happen, Port would try to wound her side with his claws, by scratching the enemy. If none of this would succeed, the heavenhound would just stay away, in a defensive manner, waiting for the other’s movement.
Hunting; The sounds of the prey wasn’t very distant. All who was hunting with Port could hear it. The heavnehound lowered his crania to the terra, attempting to catch any traces of the moose’s direction. Some steps forward were given, following the smell. “He has gone southwest.” He said, with confidence. He looked at his companiors and nodded at them. “We should go southwest.” He said, in a low tone of voice, suggesting their direction. His auditors were perked into the animal’s direction, catching the sounds released by the prey. The ground beneath his paws was vibrating; consequence of the moose’s movement: his strong paws hitting the terra. Opportunist slowly moved the direction the pack the pack followed, careful not to make a sound. Yes... after a few seconds, there it was, the enormous animal that they would kill. The pack spread around it, and Opportunist took his place. He would attack when commanded to do so. He waited, hiden on the high grass, for the comand of the Alphas and Hunters.
Dubbance: Opportunist
Lifetime: 2 winters
Gender: Male
Lineage: Purebred
Parentals: Not known
Siblings: Not known
Mated? (If yes, please remember he/she is supposed to join too) No
Spawn? No
Website: (leave blank if you don't have one)
Desired rank: Sentinel
Description: Pelt of onyx colorations, lower part of cranial structure and belly are dark gray, paws are dark chocolate, and two lines on the side of his figure have two tones timber colorations.
Roleplaying ::
(Please, write down all the three required posts. You can also add some old posts if you wish to. And we're not giving you the situations, btw.)
Socializing; Those days in the pack were the worse. Opportunist was new, so he hasn’t met anyone but the Alphess. The morning was comfortable; there was almost no one inside the pack’s cave anymore. The sun was high in the sky; they must have gone for breakfast. Lazily, Port stood up, sprawling. He made his way, in a slow movement toward the den’s entrance. As the male moved, his auditors perked up upon his cranial structure, attempting to catch any sounds from the pack members. Apparently, there was a group of wolves outside. Heavenly male creature steped out of the den, quickly seaching for their figure. Onyx nasal cavity was invaded by the perfum of the pack members, and the wolf started moving into their direction. Caudal appendage behind his figure showed a friendly personality, as well as his mask expression. When he was close enough, Opportunist would just just sit down, and release a greeting yip, attempting to have the others attention. If succeeded, the heavenhound would speak, introducing himself. If attempt failed, he would try once more, certain that they would listen this time.
Fighting; Opportunist was thrown away from the place he was. His opponent was quite strong in a fight, but so was Port. Both already had many injuries all over their body, and this fight should finish soon. Trying, once more hurt his enemy, the gigant male would jump over him, and try to bite him on the left shoulder. His right limb was already hurted, and his opponent weight was placed all on his left paw. Is attack succeeded, his enemy would lose his strength of his forepillars, and it would bring him some difficulties on moving and attacking. If Opportunist failed, at least he would try to bring the other to the ground, and fall upon him/her. Is it is what would happen, Port would try to wound her side with his claws, by scratching the enemy. If none of this would succeed, the heavenhound would just stay away, in a defensive manner, waiting for the other’s movement.
Hunting; The sounds of the prey wasn’t very distant. All who was hunting with Port could hear it. The heavnehound lowered his crania to the terra, attempting to catch any traces of the moose’s direction. Some steps forward were given, following the smell. “He has gone southwest.” He said, with confidence. He looked at his companiors and nodded at them. “We should go southwest.” He said, in a low tone of voice, suggesting their direction. His auditors were perked into the animal’s direction, catching the sounds released by the prey. The ground beneath his paws was vibrating; consequence of the moose’s movement: his strong paws hitting the terra. Opportunist slowly moved the direction the pack the pack followed, careful not to make a sound. Yes... after a few seconds, there it was, the enormous animal that they would kill. The pack spread around it, and Opportunist took his place. He would attack when commanded to do so. He waited, hiden on the high grass, for the comand of the Alphas and Hunters.
