All in the swipe of a claw
5 YEARS -o- Timberwolf -o- Noip
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Name: Lycander
Breed: Timberwolf
Gender: Male
Age: 5 years old
Color: Dark brown head/shoulder goes into blacker body/back legs with whiter face (basically just the picture)
Markings: Described above/in pic?
Personality: Optimistic/Dependable
Element of preference: Water, por favor
Sample Post:
The subtle bounce of a wolf's eager step rose and fell beneath tall grasses. Only the tufts of his ears popped up and down as he slunk breezily through the weeded terrain. The male occasionally slowed his step to offer his nose to the air, closing his eyes and catching a scent and hint to where he was, but by this point nothing was familiar. Good, he thought with the twinge of a smile, and jogged on with ready paws. The nicks and scratches worn into his padded feet were given at his old home, and the pup was eager to carve in new ones, marks enough to banish the old ones from his skin and memory.
Lycander always tried to be there. He was fond of winning favor and never asking for it in return, of having one's back and being there. But if that was taken advantage of, he wasn't so good as not to see it, as not to leave. So he did, and the grey mottled canine found himself tramping through unknown outskirts with a new hope and fresh outlook.
The plains were warm, the fresh evolution from winter to spring giving everything new birth. Even the overgrown greens the hopeful wolf plotted through felt new and ambitious with their cold survival behind them. Birds began returning and scrambling for the best nest twigs and those who favored sleeping through snowfall yawned into a new day with the long sun's call. Lycander could not help but smile. The world was warm on his back, stealthy to each side, and ready to offer him a world of difference from the path he left. He would make sure of it.
OOC name: Noip
Email: zezitan @ yahoo
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