Post by f a n g . - - on May 22, 2010 5:36:54 GMT -5
What is concelled in my mind...
Name;; Axirven (Axe-er-van)
Age;; 27 years.
Gender;; Male
Pack;; Rouge
Rank;; Warrior
Breed;; Maned wolf
Gift;; [To be decided.]
What your eyes can and cannot see...
Physical Description;; —Azirven's pelt is a russet color, and grows darker at the dark mane running down his back and between his shoulders. Dark russet covers his sides, and his tail is mostly a dark russet color. The tip of his tail is the same color as his mane, and half his legs are a dark brown color. But pne would be frightened by his eyes. The are a pale mix of light chocolate and gold, therefore they ended u gold somehow; but that's not the thing. His eyes seem to draw other toward him. Very unusual, but yet it happens to where some get too curious...
And end up dead in the end.
Axievwn has long legs of that of a maned wolf, therefore he is exetremely good at hunting, trackling and running. But he is best at tracking and running, for his powerful sence of smell and hos eyes, but even he looses a scent trail every now and then, for his tracking skills may have mest up. But even if he looses a trail, he's fine as long as he found a good enough trail to work with. He hates hunting for either deer flee when the imps appear in the shadowlands, and this frustrates him.
Personality;; —Axirven is a silent male, and doesn't talk much. He doesn't want a mate, and pups annoy him somewhat. In his eyes, pups are just fluffy innocent looking things, but they are troublemakers. He does have much patience, but he forces himself to obey orders when told, for he wants to but respected as a rouge instead of being just a normal fighter. If someone wants to kill him, he's going to fight them. He doesn't care if it's in the middle of others or in privacy, he'll fight til his death sentence. You see, he has is own will: "Dont give your life up unless you have to."
—Besides his will of guarding Shadow and fighting for his own life, he is mentally wounded. What happened ages ago had torn him apart and made him what he was today. But yet his temper that he has would make any wolf think that he was born this way. This was just him. He couldn't change. He is who he is.
The past haunts me...
History;; Axirven was born as a loner not far from the lands where Shadow and her crew lived, in the forest. But yet his mother let them live there, but at night he would sneak away from her and explore. By his age of a month old, he went into the forest and never came out. His mother was frantic. She searched for him, but in the end she gave up and left to never return again, for she thought her only son had died in the forest.
All the time when he was in the forest, he knew he culd not leave it this time. He wanted to be a loner. He had taught himself and hid into the shadows and watched in confusion when a stranger like him entered the forest, only to be attacked. Even the shadows themselves never seemed to find him, always lurking in the darkness in his own world.
Days, weeks, months years went by. One day the maned wolf went out to hunt or spy on wolves fighting off imps. but yet he must have had a strike of bad luck. Shadow's spirit had seen him; Shadow herself had found him. In his mind he doesn't remember this day, just jumping out from the darkness and having paws slammed down on his back.
Since the day he joined the rogues, he wasn't evil, but for some reason he felt that he should start tracking, yet he never did voice his thoughts. He taught himself, and thus made him such a good tracker he is today. But training himself somewhat worked, not alot, but it helped him. Therefore whenever he encounters a stranger, he tracks them and takes them to Shadow to be killed or join the Rogues.
(my history sucks. XDD)
Picture;; [To be made.]
Other;; I'm sorry my bio is lame. I know you'll live. XDDD
Name;; Axirven (Axe-er-van)
Age;; 27 years.
Gender;; Male
Pack;; Rouge
Rank;; Warrior
Breed;; Maned wolf
Gift;; [To be decided.]
What your eyes can and cannot see...
Physical Description;; —Azirven's pelt is a russet color, and grows darker at the dark mane running down his back and between his shoulders. Dark russet covers his sides, and his tail is mostly a dark russet color. The tip of his tail is the same color as his mane, and half his legs are a dark brown color. But pne would be frightened by his eyes. The are a pale mix of light chocolate and gold, therefore they ended u gold somehow; but that's not the thing. His eyes seem to draw other toward him. Very unusual, but yet it happens to where some get too curious...
And end up dead in the end.
Axievwn has long legs of that of a maned wolf, therefore he is exetremely good at hunting, trackling and running. But he is best at tracking and running, for his powerful sence of smell and hos eyes, but even he looses a scent trail every now and then, for his tracking skills may have mest up. But even if he looses a trail, he's fine as long as he found a good enough trail to work with. He hates hunting for either deer flee when the imps appear in the shadowlands, and this frustrates him.
Personality;; —Axirven is a silent male, and doesn't talk much. He doesn't want a mate, and pups annoy him somewhat. In his eyes, pups are just fluffy innocent looking things, but they are troublemakers. He does have much patience, but he forces himself to obey orders when told, for he wants to but respected as a rouge instead of being just a normal fighter. If someone wants to kill him, he's going to fight them. He doesn't care if it's in the middle of others or in privacy, he'll fight til his death sentence. You see, he has is own will: "Dont give your life up unless you have to."
—Besides his will of guarding Shadow and fighting for his own life, he is mentally wounded. What happened ages ago had torn him apart and made him what he was today. But yet his temper that he has would make any wolf think that he was born this way. This was just him. He couldn't change. He is who he is.
The past haunts me...
History;; Axirven was born as a loner not far from the lands where Shadow and her crew lived, in the forest. But yet his mother let them live there, but at night he would sneak away from her and explore. By his age of a month old, he went into the forest and never came out. His mother was frantic. She searched for him, but in the end she gave up and left to never return again, for she thought her only son had died in the forest.
All the time when he was in the forest, he knew he culd not leave it this time. He wanted to be a loner. He had taught himself and hid into the shadows and watched in confusion when a stranger like him entered the forest, only to be attacked. Even the shadows themselves never seemed to find him, always lurking in the darkness in his own world.
Days, weeks, months years went by. One day the maned wolf went out to hunt or spy on wolves fighting off imps. but yet he must have had a strike of bad luck. Shadow's spirit had seen him; Shadow herself had found him. In his mind he doesn't remember this day, just jumping out from the darkness and having paws slammed down on his back.
Since the day he joined the rogues, he wasn't evil, but for some reason he felt that he should start tracking, yet he never did voice his thoughts. He taught himself, and thus made him such a good tracker he is today. But training himself somewhat worked, not alot, but it helped him. Therefore whenever he encounters a stranger, he tracks them and takes them to Shadow to be killed or join the Rogues.
(my history sucks. XDD)
Picture;; [To be made.]
Other;; I'm sorry my bio is lame. I know you'll live. XDDD
