Post by Shadowmoon on Dec 19, 2013 3:08:34 GMT
Name:Shadowmoon
Age:3
Gender:Female
Species: Grey Wolf
Pack: Naharis
Rank: Hunter
Crush: N/A, yet. Moon is still looking for that right male, one who completely understands her
Mate: N/A
Personality/History/Appearence:
Shadowmoon is an orphan after her parent were both murdered by her uncle 6 months ago. After taking her revenge, she has been running ever since, careful to avoid pack boundaries. Her best friend was with her until he was killed because he entered another packs boundaries. Her grief keeps her emotions and feelings locked away. She never trust anyone but is willing to give it a try. Her white fur and flashing blue-green eyes make her noticeable in woodland ares, but she manages to hunt decently.
Her streamlined,skinny body hides a horde of muscle that springs into action when the time is right or when her friends are in danger. She is a bit reckless at times and sometimes need a helping hand or someone to advise caution though she wont admit it. She is very moody and disappears at night to run, practice, or just simply think. She moves almost like water her white fur there one second and the next gone. Her few friend call her an introspect and introvert. She rarely talks except when she has to. She'd much rather have some action than sit around doing nothing.
Example Post:
Shadowmoon limped forward silently, the bite in her side bleeding profusely. She knew that there were packs in this area and wondered how it was possible that one of them had not caught her smell. The stench of her blood would go around of a large area if she did not stop it soon.
She walked on, taking in everything for soon she would come back here again, it was good land for some nice hunting.She stopped suddenly, voices startled her out of her trance. She raised her nose to the sun and took a long sniff. 2, maybe 3, wolves were close by and Shadowmoon was in no state to fight, let against 2 wolves. She walked forward slowly. Ahead in the clearing she saw a reddish-brown wolf and another wolf though she couldn't make out it's color. She tried to study them, to taking in their features. But it was to late, blood loss can be a deadly thing. She fell with a thunk on the bed of fallen autumn leaves, her world turned to black. Her mind drifting to the fight that made her mom a widow and herself an orphan.
Age:3
Gender:Female
Species: Grey Wolf
Pack: Naharis
Rank: Hunter
Crush: N/A, yet. Moon is still looking for that right male, one who completely understands her
Mate: N/A
Personality/History/Appearence:
Shadowmoon is an orphan after her parent were both murdered by her uncle 6 months ago. After taking her revenge, she has been running ever since, careful to avoid pack boundaries. Her best friend was with her until he was killed because he entered another packs boundaries. Her grief keeps her emotions and feelings locked away. She never trust anyone but is willing to give it a try. Her white fur and flashing blue-green eyes make her noticeable in woodland ares, but she manages to hunt decently.
Her streamlined,skinny body hides a horde of muscle that springs into action when the time is right or when her friends are in danger. She is a bit reckless at times and sometimes need a helping hand or someone to advise caution though she wont admit it. She is very moody and disappears at night to run, practice, or just simply think. She moves almost like water her white fur there one second and the next gone. Her few friend call her an introspect and introvert. She rarely talks except when she has to. She'd much rather have some action than sit around doing nothing.
Example Post:
Shadowmoon limped forward silently, the bite in her side bleeding profusely. She knew that there were packs in this area and wondered how it was possible that one of them had not caught her smell. The stench of her blood would go around of a large area if she did not stop it soon.
She walked on, taking in everything for soon she would come back here again, it was good land for some nice hunting.She stopped suddenly, voices startled her out of her trance. She raised her nose to the sun and took a long sniff. 2, maybe 3, wolves were close by and Shadowmoon was in no state to fight, let against 2 wolves. She walked forward slowly. Ahead in the clearing she saw a reddish-brown wolf and another wolf though she couldn't make out it's color. She tried to study them, to taking in their features. But it was to late, blood loss can be a deadly thing. She fell with a thunk on the bed of fallen autumn leaves, her world turned to black. Her mind drifting to the fight that made her mom a widow and herself an orphan.
