Name: Warlow
Age: Six
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Yellow/Brown
Appearance: Height 34 inches - Weight 175 pounds - Stocky build with medium to long hair the color of rust. Warlow has white beneath his muzzle trailing down his belly and has four white paws.
Personality: Warlow is a lost soul seeking to find some meaning in life. On some days he hates company and on others he enjoys taunting those around him and is always looking for a challenge.
History: He is Natu's younger brother and followed her here.
Imprintability: He can imprint.
OOC: Alicia
The post below is Natu's recycled one.
There is something disconcerting about Naamah - be it the way she moves, sinuous and with a hint of danger or the way her laugh doesn't reach her eyes. Natu is not scared but she knows that this female is not to be taken with a grain of salt. She would have to keep a constant eye on her until she figured out her motives. The least she could do was attempt politeness and see where it got her but she had to admit to being somewhat amused by Naamah. They were such different creatures - Natu twice as large, white, and just as passive and Naamah smaller, darker, but more sinister. Natu had no doubt that Naamah would be a vicious opponent if she was one.
Still she sits, watching the dark wolf stalk towards her. The moment Naamah speaks Natu grins, a sudden flashing of teeth followed by a peal of amusement. "I will keep your secret." Natu settles back into her august pose with a hint of wry humor twinkling in her eyes, but she does not let down her guard. Eleven years have taught her the folly of such mistakes through painful memories. No, it will take much time with Naamah before she can realize what game they are playing.
Natu tilts her head to the side at Naamah's coy words, listening to her phrase the question in her wicker manner. In response to Naamah's display of licking her lips Natu smiles, baring her teeth. It is a subtle reminder to let the other female know that she is ready for whatever she has up her sleeve. She would not be fooled if she could help it. The moment their eye contact is broken Natu casts her lazy gaze down towards the water as another fish floats by. It is tempting to bury her paws into the damp earth and dart in for the creature but it would leave her exposed to this strange wolf. Not something she wanted to do.
"An empty belly. Alas, it remains such." Pulling her gaze from the fish, reluctantly, she looks at Naamah once more. "I take it that you are not here for hunting as well? Do you seek to better your skills of stalking?" There is almost a glint of challenge in her icy eyes. She stands, shaking her stiff body nonchalantly. "I am Natu, by the way."
warlow
male | six years old | mated to none | imprinted to none
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