Steel's Story

Subject: Steel's Story Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:12 pm

Name: Steel

Age: 3

Breed: Timber Wolf/Malamute cross

Desired Rank: Beta

Past History: His mother was a huge gray wolf that was captured and bred with and even larger malamute. She escaped, but was abandoned by her mate and her pack when she birthed pups with blue eyes. She became hard-hearted and taught her two pups to be the same. Steel's sister died when they were about a year old and his mother vanished, leaving him to make it on his own. He has been a loner since then, never making a connection with any wolf other than Koda, when he saves his life.

Personality: Very strong presence about him. He is proud of his strength and abilities, but doesn't easily share his thoughts and emotions with others. He's closed off about his past and he's learned to distance himself from others, so he doesn't get hurt.

Description/Photo:

Steel's Story Steel2

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Role Play Example:

Steel crouched low to the ground, his muscular body tensed and ready for the hunt. His target was a huge ancient elk that was a little ways off from his herd. The elk would provide more food than one wolf could possibly eat, but that didn't concern him in the least. He would be fed and that was all that mattered to him. He crept forward, using the underbrush to conceal his large form as much as possible.

When he deemed that he was close enough, he burst from the underbrush and lunged at the creature. It leaped away in a panic, striking out with a hind leg. The hoof narrowly missed Steel's head and he redoubled his effort. With a final well-timed lung forward his large sharp teeth severed the beast's tendon and it came crashing to the ground. Critically injured and unable to rise, the elk's eyes were wide with fear. Steel quickly put the creature out of it's misery and lay down to his first meal in two days.

Steel bared his teeth and snarled when buzzards and foxes appeared within minutes. The taste of the warm meat and the scent of blood had brought his baser instincts even closer to the surface. After a very clear warning, the wolf mix turned his attention back to his meal. He would take his time and the carrion eaters could just wait their turn.