Post by Malik on Aug 1, 2006 0:59:39 GMT -5
Name: Malik
Age: 4 years
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hazel eyes, left one a little duller, white face tappering into an off white/biege coat with hazing of grey along his sides and back to a splotch of grey on his hips. Malik isn't the 'buffest' of wolves but he has muscle and jaws to boot when he wants to use them.
History: The sun was overbearing and heat came off the ground in hazey waves. None of that really mattered to the pack as Malik and his siblings romped further and further from the mouth of the den. Nine weeks old and just a bundle of energy, and because of the large litter of 8 it took every member of the pack to keep them busy.
Malik's fluffy butt stuck out in the air as his gaze honed in on a butterfly perched ontop of a rock. He was never one to socialize very well with the others and always preferred his own presense after a few minutes of exposure to others. Who wouldn't anyways with 7 other siblings to try and grapple attention from the same mother? Malik slowly inched closer and closer to the butterfly, jerking slightly in a pout when the butterfly stirred and took off. Malik turned his gaze upwards just long enough to see outstretched talons come down. Pain coursed through his body as he let out a curtling yelping scream that sent the pack into a frenzy. All other pups were rushed into the den and guardians began raising a danger call and trying to scare off the hawk. The hawk was only too happy to leave now that it had prey to devour in the trees. Spreading its wings it took off into the air with Malik squirming, screaming, and bloody in its grasp. Malik thrashed about until his little sharp teeth caught hold on the hawks leg causing the hawk to let go. It was an awful tumble to the ground below.
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Malik's head jerked up from where it rested on his paws. -censored- nightmares. Every so often he was plagued with the re-enactment of his attack. It wasn't like he didn't already have a daily reminder of it. One perfect hazel eye scanned his surroundings, the other was dulled with a milky white hue and a thin scar running out of the cornor reaching a centimeter towards his ear. Almost all eyesight was lost in that eye and served to spiral him in the social of his siblings from equal to below even the runt. Weakness was not tolerated and he was soon chased out of his pack a few months ago. Malik slowly stood, stretching first forward then arching his back. But today was a new day and his search for a new pack was still engraved in his mind.
Personality: Malik is rather cold-hearted to most other wolves. His bad eye never made it difficult, since it happened so young, he learned to excel in fighting and killing. In practicing such a routine he became that state of mind. Kill for fun, kill to practice, kill to live. It was that sort of a thing that got him chased out since he turned on the strongest of his brothers who was picking on him...killing him. If left alone he will leave you alone, and unless provoked never hurt what he considered family.
Anything else?: Applying for 2nd pack, but not the alpha. (Maybe guardian/nightwatcher or lead warrior??)
Age: 4 years
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hazel eyes, left one a little duller, white face tappering into an off white/biege coat with hazing of grey along his sides and back to a splotch of grey on his hips. Malik isn't the 'buffest' of wolves but he has muscle and jaws to boot when he wants to use them.
History: The sun was overbearing and heat came off the ground in hazey waves. None of that really mattered to the pack as Malik and his siblings romped further and further from the mouth of the den. Nine weeks old and just a bundle of energy, and because of the large litter of 8 it took every member of the pack to keep them busy.
Malik's fluffy butt stuck out in the air as his gaze honed in on a butterfly perched ontop of a rock. He was never one to socialize very well with the others and always preferred his own presense after a few minutes of exposure to others. Who wouldn't anyways with 7 other siblings to try and grapple attention from the same mother? Malik slowly inched closer and closer to the butterfly, jerking slightly in a pout when the butterfly stirred and took off. Malik turned his gaze upwards just long enough to see outstretched talons come down. Pain coursed through his body as he let out a curtling yelping scream that sent the pack into a frenzy. All other pups were rushed into the den and guardians began raising a danger call and trying to scare off the hawk. The hawk was only too happy to leave now that it had prey to devour in the trees. Spreading its wings it took off into the air with Malik squirming, screaming, and bloody in its grasp. Malik thrashed about until his little sharp teeth caught hold on the hawks leg causing the hawk to let go. It was an awful tumble to the ground below.
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Malik's head jerked up from where it rested on his paws. -censored- nightmares. Every so often he was plagued with the re-enactment of his attack. It wasn't like he didn't already have a daily reminder of it. One perfect hazel eye scanned his surroundings, the other was dulled with a milky white hue and a thin scar running out of the cornor reaching a centimeter towards his ear. Almost all eyesight was lost in that eye and served to spiral him in the social of his siblings from equal to below even the runt. Weakness was not tolerated and he was soon chased out of his pack a few months ago. Malik slowly stood, stretching first forward then arching his back. But today was a new day and his search for a new pack was still engraved in his mind.
Personality: Malik is rather cold-hearted to most other wolves. His bad eye never made it difficult, since it happened so young, he learned to excel in fighting and killing. In practicing such a routine he became that state of mind. Kill for fun, kill to practice, kill to live. It was that sort of a thing that got him chased out since he turned on the strongest of his brothers who was picking on him...killing him. If left alone he will leave you alone, and unless provoked never hurt what he considered family.
Anything else?: Applying for 2nd pack, but not the alpha. (Maybe guardian/nightwatcher or lead warrior??)