NAME: Arkin
AGE: 4 years
GENDER: Male


EYE COLOR: His hazel eyes are soft browns infused with forest greens- the colors blended like moss creeping over soil.

APPEARANCE: Arkin, like his parents before him, is a wolf of impressive size. He stands at 40 inches and weighs approximately 197 pounds. Broad shoulders taper down to his deep chest, supported by long thick limbs and big paws. He certainly was not built for speed. Though he could all around be described as bulky, he’s well proportioned. His base coat is a very mellow blonde that lightens to a smooth cream shade on his underbelly, stockings, neck, and face. Russet colors run along his back, dip down near the tops of his shoulders, between his ears, and narrows to a thin strip along the top of his muzzle.

PERSONALITY: He’s always been a very proud boy, though he doesn’t always mean for it to be obvious and he doesn’t usually consider himself better than others. He frequently acts on impulse and has a natural drive to compete but also admires those that are better than himself. Mostly of an agreeable nature and will likely be very devoted to different causes throughout his life.

HISTORY: He was born to the alpha pair of the Dredic River Valley wolves on an island far from here. When he was young, a rival pack brought war down from the mountains with them and (as with any great battle) both packs suffered immensely. Arkin lost a piece of himself with every family member that fell and in the pack’s time of healing, the young wolf sought more than mourning. He traveled the free lands for quite some time but there was still this urge, this unscratchable itch, that carried him further than that. When he traveled once more to the most eastern beach of his island, he did not stop there.

IMPRINTABILITY: Able
OOC: Lexo

HAVE YOU READ THE RULES? Yes
WHAT IS OUR REQUIRED WORD MINIMUM? 200
HOW DID YOU FIND US? I RP'd on a site called Moon Island years ago and remembered hearing about you guys.
CHATANGO: Lexo11

SAMPLE:
Crouched in the low brush, muscles wound tight and legs ready to spring- Elena could hardly hold herself still enough to wait for Draven’s signal. After some begging, he had granted her permission to tag along on the hunt. That is, if she could mind his word. She was trying to behave and stay put in the position that he instructed she wait in, but it took about all she had not to pounce over to Daddy’s side and stalk the prey as he was doing. Eyes, like disks of blue fire, observed his every move. Elena expected that she knew each side of Draven, but this was not one that she was familiar with. He was far too serious and controlled, eyes intense upon their target while he moved over the grounds easily, shoulder blades gliding smoothly and tail trailing lightly behind.

Suddenly, he slowed to a stop and his head lowered. Elena stretched her own head high to see what it was that he had stopped for and was met with the sight of an almond brown doe, flicking her large ears at sounds and insects, and turning her head to lock gazes with the gray pup. Elena froze, holding her breath, but it was too late. The deer turned and bolted, hopping high into the air and crashing down with dainty hooves before leaping up again. Draven catapulted his large body forward and together, he and the doe disappeared into the trees. Little Elena hesitated, watching that spot intently, until Draven reappeared in the clearing. Panting, discouraged, and with nothing clamped between his jaws.