Post by lionblaze on Mar 14, 2012 20:57:06 GMT -5
((Yes, I know I spelled all my "Fiight"s with two i's. But I had to or it would have changed them to ATTACK!!))
Name: Snow
Age: 3 Moons
Gender: Male
Appearance: The mirror image of his older brother, Snow is a pure snow white, and, like his sibling, this is where he gets his name. And only a black mark at the top of his forehead stains his pure white fur. Nowhere else on his pelt does the color stray from white. Of course, he's not completely white. His paw pads are a light gray, as are his claws, his eyes are a brilliant sky blue, and his nose is black of course.
Snow has a very light build, often mistaken for being under-fed due to his size. However, his slim build is completely natural. And his small body fits him well. Which, on that subject, he is a bit small for his age, and he'll likely be one of the smaller ones all his life.
Personality: Like his looks, his personality is near opposite that of Coal's. Snow is a timid boy, shy and scared of just about everyone, at least until he gets to know them fairly well. However, he is a great deal kinder than his brother, despite how nervous he acts. He actually apologizes for Coal's behavior quite often.
He knows alot of wolves would take advantage of him because of how he is, though theres little he can do about it. He has little love for fiighting, so he's taken a dislike to any kind of battle training. He much prefers things peaceful.
And, though he's still quite young, and hasn't had that much time with his brother, he'd grown to rely on him, and he's struggling to become a bit more independant now that he's part of a larger group. He may find it hard to stand up for himself, but he knows he can't rely completely on his brother when he gets older. Regardless, he doesn't know what he'd do if he were to lose his older sibling, as Coal has become more of a father to him than a brother, though he still refers to him as such.
Rank: Rogue / Loner (Will join the pack) [Possibly Healer apprentice when he joins the pack, and gets older?]
Friends: His brother
Enemies: N/A
Likes: Playing, mostly with Coal. Exploring, kind wolves, being a puppy, nature, his big brother.
Dislikes: fiighting, arguing, large groups, essentially anyone unkind.
Name: Coal
Age: 1 Year, 10 months
Gender: Male
Appearance: Not much to say about this wolf's looks really. He's almost pure black, giving him his name, the only thing tainting the color of the night being the white mark on his head, around the top of his forehead. His fur is somewhat raggedy and rough, and beneath it he is decorated with numerous scars, serving as memories of his past life as a loner. The most noticeable of these scars is a jagged red gash across his throat, where the fur refuses to grow back. His build is rather muscular and bulky, and he's a bit bigger than your average wolf. Though, that may just be because of his breed.
His eyes are that of a deep orangish-amber, often comparable to flames, though that similarity is considerably more noticeable in the dark.
Personality: First and foremost, Coal is not the type of wolf you ever want to cross. He's arrogant, stubborn, and aggressive, and even quite cold to those he doesn't know. Actually, he's not overly friendly with the ones he does know either. He's more likely to bite first, and ask questions later, or not at all.
He doesn't really care to much for others, often coming off as someone who's closed himself off to the world. Yet the slightest thing can tick him off. It's an understatement to say he has quite the temper. Some might say he enjoys arguing, seeing as he does it so much. If he's made up his mind on something, it's nearly impossible to persuade him to think otherwise. It's easy to say he's aggressive, both with claws and teeth, and with words as well. The only area he seems to falter is with the young, which he can't bring himself to be harsh with. At least, not as much as he usually would be.
This may be due to his brother, whom is the only one to bring out Coal's softer side. For snow's sake, this black wolf can actually be somewhat kind and caring, and really act like an older brother. He'd fiight till his bones turned to dust to protect his little brother. Though he particularly hates showing this side of himself to others. For anyone other than Snow, it feels. . . unnatural.
Rank: Rogue / Loner (Will join the pack)
Friends: His brother
Enemies: The wolves who killed his family, and tried to kill him and Snow.
Likes: Solitude, save for being with Snow. Pups, to an extent. Arguing until he's right. His little brother.
Dislikes: Most other wolves, anyone who talks back. Anyone who'd even think about hurting Snow.
History: Included in the following Roleplay sample.
RP sample: It had begun as a day like any other, the routine hunting, wandering, nothing special really. At least, not until that night. Fire had sprung around them on their way back home that night, and no natural flames either. They'd been caused by a pack of rogues that this black wolf's parents had once belonged to. Though Coal himself had no knowledge of this, not until now.
"I see you've gone and had yourself another pup since you left. A shame, so young too." A single of the wolves spoke up, his form illuminated by the flames behind him, which had traveled to form a half circle now, then seemed to slow. It would continue to spread, Coal knew that, but now it would spread only naturally. Not that it mattered much. He could hear more wolves behind him to add to the five that stood in front, moving slowly closer as the flames behind them grew.
He'd really no idea what was going on. It was obvious these lupine wished to kill them, he could guess at that merely from what looked to be the head of the group had said. But, catching the look his parents exchanged, he guessed they must've known exactly what was happening. And while the older of the two sons was more than ready to fiight these wolves, his parents obviously had other plans.
"Take your brother and go. Don't worry about us. We'll catch up with you." He heard his father's voice whisper into his ear, but he knew enough not to acknowledge it. Actually, he didn't want to indulge it either, but in a situation like this, he wasn't going to argue. He liked to fiight and all, but he wasn't suicidal. He actually wasn't quite sure where the pup had gone off to though, until he felt the small, shivering body against his leg, cowering beneath him. It was hard to blame him, he was still so young, but he couldn't help think if it were him, even at Snow's age, he'd be trying to face these rogues, no matter how futile it would be.
It looked like he wouldn't have much time to think about that though. His parents were already moving into a position to face the two groups on either side of them. Despite his father's promise, he knew he'd never see him again, nor his mother. For some reason these wolves wanted them dead, and the three of them couldn't fend them all off and live.
"The punishment for leaving your pack may be death, but our children have nothing to do with that. We left to give them a better life, and were going to keep it that way." It was his mother who spoke this time, as she faced the head wolf now, where as his father now faced the group behind them. Coal caught her soft green eyes glancing back at him, and, the look in those eyes, he could've sworn said. Goodbye. I love you. Both of you. The last part was when her eyes travelled down to her youngest son, but the eldest one had no chance to even attempt some sort of good-bye, because in the next moment both his mother and father had propelled themselves forward toward the wolves that blocked their escape.
Taking this as his cue, he almost automatically scooped up his little brother into his jaws, and, deciding it'd be better to avoid the flames, followed after his father. He cast his parents a final look when his path diverged and broke off from his father's though, and the two brothers ran from the rogues and the flames, though Coal had been left to do all the footwork.
It couldn't have been much time that passed before he felt a weight barrel into his side, elliciting a yelp, and causing his younger brother to fly from his jaws. And, before he could even regain his bearings, he felt a dull pain as claws slashed across his throat, cutting off anything he might've tried to say with a somewhat strangled yowl. Teeth followed those claws to finish the job, but they left his neck before everything could go black.
It wasn't hard to figure out what was going on. When the bloody muzzled wolf moved toward the shivering white ball of fur, he guessed he'd kept him alive only long enough to watch him kill Snow first, while his poor brother already thought he was dead from a wound like that. But what could he do? As blood poured from the wound in his throat, it was hard enough just to keep his eyes open, especially for something he didn't want to see, much less stand and fiight to protect him. His parents were probably either dead or dieing already, and now he got to watch while his brother was slaughtered, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
That thought seemed to make something click in his head. Snow was all he had left in this world now, all that was left of his family. How could he just let him die? He couldn't just die and leave him alone either. He was his older brother, he had to protect him. He couldn't sit there and watch him be killed.
He didn't know if it was a good or bad thing that he couldn't feel himself stand up, but, his body must've been running on pure adrenaline now, because he was at the wolf's side before he'd even reached Snow, his teeth sunk deep into his throat. "You won't take all of my family from me." His words were almost impossible to make out, gurgly with blood, and muffled by the canine's fur, but it hardly mattered, because in the next moment he'd whipped his head to the side, effectively smashing the wolf's head into the tree that'd luckily been stading tall just a tail's length away.
He didn't know if he'd killed him or not, he didn't care. Right now, he only needed to get his brother away, before he died from the loss of blood. Almost as if he were no longer in control of his own body, he scooped his brother up in his jaws once more, saying nothing as he ran once more.
Again, he didn't know how long he ran for, and his brother's cries had long since subsided to pitiful whimpers, before the black wolf finally collapsed, his energy dried up, and every part of his body feeling numb. Under any other circumstances, he'd have passed out long ago. He'd managed to let Snow fall from his jaws without the drop being to rough, evidently when he crawled back to his weak body, the little pup nosing against his black fur. He tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come, either because he was far too weak, or he didn't know what to say. Maybe both. None-the-less, he could only let the young pup nestle into his fur, as his eyes were forced shut by the weight on his eyelids.
Coal hadn't expected to wake up again. He'd thought he'd died, and there was no way this was the afterlife. His brother still lay in front of him, sleeping, his white fur stained with blood. Blood? A panic began to rise in his chest, but he soon realized it was his own blood. His wounded throat was covered in moss, cobwebs, even a cloth that the pup must've found somewhere. Where Snow learned it, he didn't know, probably his mother, but he was thankful either way. That had to be what kept him alive last night. "Thank you, little brother." His voice was hoarse, and still plenty week, but he managed to reach out a paw to pull the frail body of his brother closer against him, and letting his eyes close to sleep again.
Name: Snow
Age: 3 Moons
Gender: Male
Appearance: The mirror image of his older brother, Snow is a pure snow white, and, like his sibling, this is where he gets his name. And only a black mark at the top of his forehead stains his pure white fur. Nowhere else on his pelt does the color stray from white. Of course, he's not completely white. His paw pads are a light gray, as are his claws, his eyes are a brilliant sky blue, and his nose is black of course.
Snow has a very light build, often mistaken for being under-fed due to his size. However, his slim build is completely natural. And his small body fits him well. Which, on that subject, he is a bit small for his age, and he'll likely be one of the smaller ones all his life.
Personality: Like his looks, his personality is near opposite that of Coal's. Snow is a timid boy, shy and scared of just about everyone, at least until he gets to know them fairly well. However, he is a great deal kinder than his brother, despite how nervous he acts. He actually apologizes for Coal's behavior quite often.
He knows alot of wolves would take advantage of him because of how he is, though theres little he can do about it. He has little love for fiighting, so he's taken a dislike to any kind of battle training. He much prefers things peaceful.
And, though he's still quite young, and hasn't had that much time with his brother, he'd grown to rely on him, and he's struggling to become a bit more independant now that he's part of a larger group. He may find it hard to stand up for himself, but he knows he can't rely completely on his brother when he gets older. Regardless, he doesn't know what he'd do if he were to lose his older sibling, as Coal has become more of a father to him than a brother, though he still refers to him as such.
Rank: Rogue / Loner (Will join the pack) [Possibly Healer apprentice when he joins the pack, and gets older?]
Friends: His brother
Enemies: N/A
Likes: Playing, mostly with Coal. Exploring, kind wolves, being a puppy, nature, his big brother.
Dislikes: fiighting, arguing, large groups, essentially anyone unkind.
Name: Coal
Age: 1 Year, 10 months
Gender: Male
Appearance: Not much to say about this wolf's looks really. He's almost pure black, giving him his name, the only thing tainting the color of the night being the white mark on his head, around the top of his forehead. His fur is somewhat raggedy and rough, and beneath it he is decorated with numerous scars, serving as memories of his past life as a loner. The most noticeable of these scars is a jagged red gash across his throat, where the fur refuses to grow back. His build is rather muscular and bulky, and he's a bit bigger than your average wolf. Though, that may just be because of his breed.
His eyes are that of a deep orangish-amber, often comparable to flames, though that similarity is considerably more noticeable in the dark.
Personality: First and foremost, Coal is not the type of wolf you ever want to cross. He's arrogant, stubborn, and aggressive, and even quite cold to those he doesn't know. Actually, he's not overly friendly with the ones he does know either. He's more likely to bite first, and ask questions later, or not at all.
He doesn't really care to much for others, often coming off as someone who's closed himself off to the world. Yet the slightest thing can tick him off. It's an understatement to say he has quite the temper. Some might say he enjoys arguing, seeing as he does it so much. If he's made up his mind on something, it's nearly impossible to persuade him to think otherwise. It's easy to say he's aggressive, both with claws and teeth, and with words as well. The only area he seems to falter is with the young, which he can't bring himself to be harsh with. At least, not as much as he usually would be.
This may be due to his brother, whom is the only one to bring out Coal's softer side. For snow's sake, this black wolf can actually be somewhat kind and caring, and really act like an older brother. He'd fiight till his bones turned to dust to protect his little brother. Though he particularly hates showing this side of himself to others. For anyone other than Snow, it feels. . . unnatural.
Rank: Rogue / Loner (Will join the pack)
Friends: His brother
Enemies: The wolves who killed his family, and tried to kill him and Snow.
Likes: Solitude, save for being with Snow. Pups, to an extent. Arguing until he's right. His little brother.
Dislikes: Most other wolves, anyone who talks back. Anyone who'd even think about hurting Snow.
History: Included in the following Roleplay sample.
RP sample: It had begun as a day like any other, the routine hunting, wandering, nothing special really. At least, not until that night. Fire had sprung around them on their way back home that night, and no natural flames either. They'd been caused by a pack of rogues that this black wolf's parents had once belonged to. Though Coal himself had no knowledge of this, not until now.
"I see you've gone and had yourself another pup since you left. A shame, so young too." A single of the wolves spoke up, his form illuminated by the flames behind him, which had traveled to form a half circle now, then seemed to slow. It would continue to spread, Coal knew that, but now it would spread only naturally. Not that it mattered much. He could hear more wolves behind him to add to the five that stood in front, moving slowly closer as the flames behind them grew.
He'd really no idea what was going on. It was obvious these lupine wished to kill them, he could guess at that merely from what looked to be the head of the group had said. But, catching the look his parents exchanged, he guessed they must've known exactly what was happening. And while the older of the two sons was more than ready to fiight these wolves, his parents obviously had other plans.
"Take your brother and go. Don't worry about us. We'll catch up with you." He heard his father's voice whisper into his ear, but he knew enough not to acknowledge it. Actually, he didn't want to indulge it either, but in a situation like this, he wasn't going to argue. He liked to fiight and all, but he wasn't suicidal. He actually wasn't quite sure where the pup had gone off to though, until he felt the small, shivering body against his leg, cowering beneath him. It was hard to blame him, he was still so young, but he couldn't help think if it were him, even at Snow's age, he'd be trying to face these rogues, no matter how futile it would be.
It looked like he wouldn't have much time to think about that though. His parents were already moving into a position to face the two groups on either side of them. Despite his father's promise, he knew he'd never see him again, nor his mother. For some reason these wolves wanted them dead, and the three of them couldn't fend them all off and live.
"The punishment for leaving your pack may be death, but our children have nothing to do with that. We left to give them a better life, and were going to keep it that way." It was his mother who spoke this time, as she faced the head wolf now, where as his father now faced the group behind them. Coal caught her soft green eyes glancing back at him, and, the look in those eyes, he could've sworn said. Goodbye. I love you. Both of you. The last part was when her eyes travelled down to her youngest son, but the eldest one had no chance to even attempt some sort of good-bye, because in the next moment both his mother and father had propelled themselves forward toward the wolves that blocked their escape.
Taking this as his cue, he almost automatically scooped up his little brother into his jaws, and, deciding it'd be better to avoid the flames, followed after his father. He cast his parents a final look when his path diverged and broke off from his father's though, and the two brothers ran from the rogues and the flames, though Coal had been left to do all the footwork.
It couldn't have been much time that passed before he felt a weight barrel into his side, elliciting a yelp, and causing his younger brother to fly from his jaws. And, before he could even regain his bearings, he felt a dull pain as claws slashed across his throat, cutting off anything he might've tried to say with a somewhat strangled yowl. Teeth followed those claws to finish the job, but they left his neck before everything could go black.
It wasn't hard to figure out what was going on. When the bloody muzzled wolf moved toward the shivering white ball of fur, he guessed he'd kept him alive only long enough to watch him kill Snow first, while his poor brother already thought he was dead from a wound like that. But what could he do? As blood poured from the wound in his throat, it was hard enough just to keep his eyes open, especially for something he didn't want to see, much less stand and fiight to protect him. His parents were probably either dead or dieing already, and now he got to watch while his brother was slaughtered, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
That thought seemed to make something click in his head. Snow was all he had left in this world now, all that was left of his family. How could he just let him die? He couldn't just die and leave him alone either. He was his older brother, he had to protect him. He couldn't sit there and watch him be killed.
He didn't know if it was a good or bad thing that he couldn't feel himself stand up, but, his body must've been running on pure adrenaline now, because he was at the wolf's side before he'd even reached Snow, his teeth sunk deep into his throat. "You won't take all of my family from me." His words were almost impossible to make out, gurgly with blood, and muffled by the canine's fur, but it hardly mattered, because in the next moment he'd whipped his head to the side, effectively smashing the wolf's head into the tree that'd luckily been stading tall just a tail's length away.
He didn't know if he'd killed him or not, he didn't care. Right now, he only needed to get his brother away, before he died from the loss of blood. Almost as if he were no longer in control of his own body, he scooped his brother up in his jaws once more, saying nothing as he ran once more.
Again, he didn't know how long he ran for, and his brother's cries had long since subsided to pitiful whimpers, before the black wolf finally collapsed, his energy dried up, and every part of his body feeling numb. Under any other circumstances, he'd have passed out long ago. He'd managed to let Snow fall from his jaws without the drop being to rough, evidently when he crawled back to his weak body, the little pup nosing against his black fur. He tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come, either because he was far too weak, or he didn't know what to say. Maybe both. None-the-less, he could only let the young pup nestle into his fur, as his eyes were forced shut by the weight on his eyelids.
Coal hadn't expected to wake up again. He'd thought he'd died, and there was no way this was the afterlife. His brother still lay in front of him, sleeping, his white fur stained with blood. Blood? A panic began to rise in his chest, but he soon realized it was his own blood. His wounded throat was covered in moss, cobwebs, even a cloth that the pup must've found somewhere. Where Snow learned it, he didn't know, probably his mother, but he was thankful either way. That had to be what kept him alive last night. "Thank you, little brother." His voice was hoarse, and still plenty week, but he managed to reach out a paw to pull the frail body of his brother closer against him, and letting his eyes close to sleep again.
