Dec 28, 2014 17:41:20 GMT -5
Post by Danydragon on Dec 28, 2014 17:41:20 GMT -5
"Felled in the night by the ones you think you love, they will come for you"
this is me in the flesh,
taste the sky,
AGE: 3 years
BREED: Great Plains Wolf
HEIGHT: 42 inches
APPEARANCE: Icarus is a wolf of massive proportions, with a wide muscular chest and large paws. Paws that leaves prints wherever he goes, no matter how lightly he treads. When he stands tall, he looks more beast than canine. His coat is a mesh of browns, creams, grays, whites and a small amount of black. His face and back is where the darkest of browns paints his fur. A lot of his fur is tipped with black, as if someone dipped them in paint. His coat is thick, usually quite dirty and unorderly. He isn't clean cut or neat looking, exactly the opposite actually. The unkempt look just plays on his intimidation, makes him look uncontrollable. His eyes are a light brownish gold, a beautiful shade. Just one look can tell you so much about this wolf, his lack of care radiates off of him.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Uncaring, Icarus has to cares for anyone or anything besides himself. He shows only the slightest bit of concern for his siblings. The only person he cares for his his little sister. He does not believe in the gods or in love. He thought he had felt something for another once, but was betrayed by that very girl. Now he is doomed to be sold at auction to a Dominor. All because he decided he could care for someone. He also has serious anger issues, which get him into a lot of trouble. He always has a rage inside of him that he cannot seem to put out. Since he has been captured for slavery, he has yet to speak a word. He feels as if he owes none of these low lifes even a sound. He is even more bitter now than before. He is determined to comply with his buyer, then plot his fight for freedom when the buyer least expects it. He will not bow down before any master, and refuses to be controlled. He feels that most others are below him, as he is wise and strong while they are weak and unprepared.
all over my shoulder,
SIBLINGS: Atlas (M), Hera (F), Sol (M),
HISTORY: Icarus was born in s small litter of four, three boys and one girl. He was the largest and was trained as a fighter, in hopes that one day he will take the Alpha position when his father becomes too old. His pack lived in the mountains, where they could keep their distance from other wolves. His life was a solitary one, from birth he was anti social and had no want or craving for any real interactions. He spent most of his days as adulthood came upon him alone in the field below his mountain, training and hunting. He could take down certain game all by himself. And he preferred it that way. One day while training, he noticed a small, black female had been sitting a distance away and staring at him. He approached her with a snarl, but soon they were conversing about things. Every day for some time he would meet her in the field and they would spend time together. Right when he began to feel something, she asked him to follow her. And he did, all the way to a path that led to an area surrounded by walls of rock. It smelled worse than a wet dog on a hot day and soon he was surrounded by wolves who attacked him and brought him to a group of other defeated wolves. THey praised the black wolf and send her on another errand. He felt betrayed and angry, he was merely her job. He was disgusted, and the look in the black wolfs eyes was not happiness or success, but that of an apologizing nature. Icarus spit in her general direction. Since then he has not spoken a word.