Oct 25, 2012 21:29:35 GMT -5
Post by Possanza on Oct 25, 2012 21:29:35 GMT -5
"We are strong, we don't belong, born in this world as it all falls apart."
this is me in the flesh,
taste the sky,
AGE: 3.5 Years old.
BREED: Great Plains Wolf
HEIGHT: 40 in.
APPEARANCE: Emery has a deep ebony coat. It has some dazzling silver highlights as well, along his tail, chest, underbelly, inner ears, and along his front and hind legs. His eyes are a deep, vivid yellow. They tell a story. Of love, hate, and understanding of the world before him. His nails are short, due to all of the walking he does on a daily basis. His paw pads are a grey-type color. Along his silver front legs are tiny scars, from past fights. They are a light (almost white) pink, and leave parts in his fur. His fur is thick, and at times a bit messed up. Emery is a muscular wolf, that leaves you with a "I do not wish to mess with this fella" thought in your head. He oozes "tough", and "strong". Just above his nose is a patch of dirt brown fur. Overall he is an attractive, yet rugged wolf.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Emery is not a sane wolf. He has his fair share of problems... in fact, more than he probably should have. He has evil/sinister thoughts. Murderous evil thoughts. He has a very controlling personality, and always would like to be in charge. If he is not he becomes quite angry and upset. He has been known to lose his cool and lash out at others. He generally does not like to associate with others. Only when he has to, or when he would like to give orders.
Emery tries to keep others away from him. But if you do win your way into his heart, he will not let you go. I mean that quite literally. He will do anything and everything to keep you with him. He will become protective. Most wolves do not realize this going in to a friendship/partnership/courtship with Emery. When they do find this out, it is already too late. He would rather have the wolf he cares for close by and miserable, than happy and distant.
all over my shoulder,
HISTORY: Emery doesn't much remember his pup-hood. The thought of it angers him, simply because it is so far out of reach in his mind. His memory starts to kick in at about the time when he went out on his own. At the time he didn't much care for joining a pack, or finding a mate for that matter either. Eventually (at about two years of age) he wanted to pass on his genes. He found a potential mate. She seemed strong, powerful, healthy, and like the perfect mate. She was not interested in him, but he forced her to stay. He force bred with her. Turpa did not want to bless them with fertility apparently, so the pregnancy was a no go. Non-existent in fact. He let this wolf go, and was left with nothing but sour feelings. He never knew what had happened to this wolf, and he didn't much care to be quite frank. As he went about life he began to want to become a pack leader. He did not want to roam... He wanted to have a pack of female slaves, who he could breed with at whim. He wanted male slaves to go out and do his dirty work. He wanted to run a piece of land that no one dare cross over into. This brings us to now, at 3.5 years of age, and he is no longer sure what he wants, but is willing to go with the flow of life.