Post by Teralt || The brave. on May 17, 2007 7:46:55 GMT -5
Name: Teralt
*Age: 3
*Gender: Male
Pack: Ersatz Myth
Rank: Lead Hunter
Mate: None
Pups: None
*Eyes: Silver with a coat of blue.
*Pelt/Exterior: Teralt has a medium, or average build. His bones are very healthy, because he tries his best to avoid any danger for himself. His body doesn't have any patches, because he never went near dangerous rocks or such as a pup, and kept the others away as well. His fur, is wavy, and sometimes can be a little out of control. Gratefully though, a little swimming and slick it back down. His facial area, is a stern face. It is heartwarming, but it can be very angry too. His eyes, are golden like shining gold. His chest sticks out, but it is white instead of the rest of his body which is gray.
*Personality: Teralt is shy, and usually very quiet. He doesn't usually talk to loners. He sticks to talking to only wolves he knows. He's more afraid that other packs will take one look at him know he is an exile wolf and turn him around, not wanting to accept his bloodline. No one other then his father, mother, him, and his original pack knew of his bloodline, and he intended to keep it that way.
*History: Teralt was born in a small pack up north. He had no siblings and was and exile child of a omega. Of course, as he made his way through life, going from pack to pack, he didn't mention that part. No one needed to know it, his past was none of their businesses.
His father, which he didn't know too much about, was the lead hunter of a his original pack (the one he was born into). He didn't know much other then his father was one of the miserable brutes who banned him from the pack. Or better yet, gave his mother two choices; one, let him die or two, raise him until he was seven months of age and then kick me out of the pack. She choose option two of course.
His mother was a slave to the Alphas and Betas (his father was the Beta Male). According to his mother, her and his father were in love, but his father would probably tell you differently. He has only talked to his father, Silver once. And it was a quick conversation.
"What do you want?" The gray wolf spat out. Yes, Silver wasn't quite that polite to the slaves.
"Why do you speak this way to your son?" Teralt asked his father.
"You are not my son!" His father screamed. Teralt backed up a few inches, unsure of what this wolf could do.
"Yes, I am." He stated simply before walking away.
Picture: -points to display picture- That's meh boy. Hehe, Teralt <3.
*Age: 3
*Gender: Male
Pack: Ersatz Myth
Rank: Lead Hunter
Mate: None
Pups: None
*Eyes: Silver with a coat of blue.
*Pelt/Exterior: Teralt has a medium, or average build. His bones are very healthy, because he tries his best to avoid any danger for himself. His body doesn't have any patches, because he never went near dangerous rocks or such as a pup, and kept the others away as well. His fur, is wavy, and sometimes can be a little out of control. Gratefully though, a little swimming and slick it back down. His facial area, is a stern face. It is heartwarming, but it can be very angry too. His eyes, are golden like shining gold. His chest sticks out, but it is white instead of the rest of his body which is gray.
*Personality: Teralt is shy, and usually very quiet. He doesn't usually talk to loners. He sticks to talking to only wolves he knows. He's more afraid that other packs will take one look at him know he is an exile wolf and turn him around, not wanting to accept his bloodline. No one other then his father, mother, him, and his original pack knew of his bloodline, and he intended to keep it that way.
*History: Teralt was born in a small pack up north. He had no siblings and was and exile child of a omega. Of course, as he made his way through life, going from pack to pack, he didn't mention that part. No one needed to know it, his past was none of their businesses.
His father, which he didn't know too much about, was the lead hunter of a his original pack (the one he was born into). He didn't know much other then his father was one of the miserable brutes who banned him from the pack. Or better yet, gave his mother two choices; one, let him die or two, raise him until he was seven months of age and then kick me out of the pack. She choose option two of course.
His mother was a slave to the Alphas and Betas (his father was the Beta Male). According to his mother, her and his father were in love, but his father would probably tell you differently. He has only talked to his father, Silver once. And it was a quick conversation.
"What do you want?" The gray wolf spat out. Yes, Silver wasn't quite that polite to the slaves.
"Why do you speak this way to your son?" Teralt asked his father.
"You are not my son!" His father screamed. Teralt backed up a few inches, unsure of what this wolf could do.
"Yes, I am." He stated simply before walking away.
Picture: -points to display picture- That's meh boy. Hehe, Teralt <3.