Post by Loki on Mar 4, 2007 20:15:18 GMT -5
name: Loki
seasons: 36 months {Three years}
gender: Male
pack: Plans to join Demise
wolf breed: Arctic X British Columbian wolf
short description: Tall, mixed colored fur,green/yellow eyes
description: Loki is what you'd call "Tall" and "Lanky" for his stature is rather large and his legs are like that of a chicken's. He has fluffy fur that is a combination of both black and white due to his lineage. On the right side,Loki's fur is more dark black and the left side of him starts to brighten into a silvery white. His eyes are a golden yellow with hints of green. Sometimes, it seems like he is more staring through someone than actually looking at them. Loki has a bushy tail and a scar that runs from the top of his eyebrow, across his nose, down towards his chin.
personality: This wolf, called Loki, is one rather twisted wolf. His exterior appearance is arrogant, cocky, and brave. It is a hard shell to crack, for most wolves don't take the time to be bothered with someone so full of themselves. But, if one would, then he is a big softie sweetheart who has the up most loyalty, compassion and willingness to those who care for him back. Otherwise you're left with a bone-headed bully-type who works off others weaknesses. Good luck with that.
history: When Loki was first born, he was one of the weakest pups in his litter for he was the second to last born. He opened his eyes later than everyone except the runt, and walked last. Loki took everyday one pasteup at a time, but mastered things better. His parents really didn't see that until later.
Loki was given to his mild mannered uncle to either beef up or kill by the seventh sunrise. On the very last day, the day set for Loki's death, Loki's uncle spared him. He taught him to be stronger and faster than his siblings and his parents allowed him to live. But that didn't mean that there wouldn't be hard feelings.
After all, if your own parents wanted you eliminated without actually giving you a chance to show your true potential, you would be a little mad too, right? Well, Loki didn't stand for it and raised up against his dad. There was a clash of fangs, and Loki's father got Loki in the face.
That is where he got his "Birthmark" from across his face. In the end, Loki ran off, bleeding and whimpering for his father had far more experience in fighting. He is in search of another place to call home where things might not be such chaos.
rp: It was a snowy night, one where the snow had just began to clear to make way for spring. There were small flurries blowing up every once in a while when it happened. Two pairs of eyes stared at each other with so much malice and hate in the air, one could cut it with a knife.
"You are worthless, worthless!" shouted one voice. "Even more so than your runt brother!"it said. Then there was silence. A young adolescent wolf stood watching his father, a pained look on his face. His words had stung, but not enough to make him stand down. This was Loki. He knew about his parent's attempts to kill him when he was but a young cub and revenge came knocking at his door.
"I will not succumb to your words. That is what is worthless." came Loki's answer quietly. His tail raised in defiance, he was going all out now. A challenge had been made and Loki's father willingly accepted. That was how it all went down. The two males rushed at each other, paw prints indenting the snow while snarls floated up to the broken air. Blood stained the white ground as well as the mixed coat of Loki and the sooty black one of his father.
The battle raged on for a few moments,entertained pack members watching the smooth and liquefying movements of each wolf. Some were terrified, others in disbelief, though there was only one that mattered. A pure white female, paws crossed daintily, watched from a higher cliff than everyone else. She was the Drappa, or alphess, and that was her mate and son fighting. But, it was the way of the world and this is what must go down.
Alas, a loud yelp echoed across the lands. A cunning laugh also accompanied it. The laugh was that of Loki's father. His yellowing teeth had crimson blood, his own son's blood, his blood, all over them. His lips were pulled into a rigid smile. His son had a large mark across his face. It bled straight into his eyes and down his muzzle, staining his white fur.
Loki's father lunged at him again, and knocked him down into a submissive position. The fight was done, Loki got up and ran away, slipping on the ice. He whimpered and looked back only at his mother, whose green eyes, turned away from him. That meant he was alone in the world now, with only the skies to guide him.
"I told you your worth!Stay away from my kingdom, this is where I reign you worthless mutt!" Loki's father stung him again. Running off, Loki kept running and running, until exhaustion took over. All he wanted to do was get away. Get away from the place that would never be home again.
code word:Sing-song or Broken Jewels I wasn't quite sure which one...[/color]
seasons: 36 months {Three years}
gender: Male
pack: Plans to join Demise
wolf breed: Arctic X British Columbian wolf
short description: Tall, mixed colored fur,green/yellow eyes
description: Loki is what you'd call "Tall" and "Lanky" for his stature is rather large and his legs are like that of a chicken's. He has fluffy fur that is a combination of both black and white due to his lineage. On the right side,Loki's fur is more dark black and the left side of him starts to brighten into a silvery white. His eyes are a golden yellow with hints of green. Sometimes, it seems like he is more staring through someone than actually looking at them. Loki has a bushy tail and a scar that runs from the top of his eyebrow, across his nose, down towards his chin.
personality: This wolf, called Loki, is one rather twisted wolf. His exterior appearance is arrogant, cocky, and brave. It is a hard shell to crack, for most wolves don't take the time to be bothered with someone so full of themselves. But, if one would, then he is a big softie sweetheart who has the up most loyalty, compassion and willingness to those who care for him back. Otherwise you're left with a bone-headed bully-type who works off others weaknesses. Good luck with that.
history: When Loki was first born, he was one of the weakest pups in his litter for he was the second to last born. He opened his eyes later than everyone except the runt, and walked last. Loki took everyday one pasteup at a time, but mastered things better. His parents really didn't see that until later.
Loki was given to his mild mannered uncle to either beef up or kill by the seventh sunrise. On the very last day, the day set for Loki's death, Loki's uncle spared him. He taught him to be stronger and faster than his siblings and his parents allowed him to live. But that didn't mean that there wouldn't be hard feelings.
After all, if your own parents wanted you eliminated without actually giving you a chance to show your true potential, you would be a little mad too, right? Well, Loki didn't stand for it and raised up against his dad. There was a clash of fangs, and Loki's father got Loki in the face.
That is where he got his "Birthmark" from across his face. In the end, Loki ran off, bleeding and whimpering for his father had far more experience in fighting. He is in search of another place to call home where things might not be such chaos.
rp: It was a snowy night, one where the snow had just began to clear to make way for spring. There were small flurries blowing up every once in a while when it happened. Two pairs of eyes stared at each other with so much malice and hate in the air, one could cut it with a knife.
"You are worthless, worthless!" shouted one voice. "Even more so than your runt brother!"it said. Then there was silence. A young adolescent wolf stood watching his father, a pained look on his face. His words had stung, but not enough to make him stand down. This was Loki. He knew about his parent's attempts to kill him when he was but a young cub and revenge came knocking at his door.
"I will not succumb to your words. That is what is worthless." came Loki's answer quietly. His tail raised in defiance, he was going all out now. A challenge had been made and Loki's father willingly accepted. That was how it all went down. The two males rushed at each other, paw prints indenting the snow while snarls floated up to the broken air. Blood stained the white ground as well as the mixed coat of Loki and the sooty black one of his father.
The battle raged on for a few moments,entertained pack members watching the smooth and liquefying movements of each wolf. Some were terrified, others in disbelief, though there was only one that mattered. A pure white female, paws crossed daintily, watched from a higher cliff than everyone else. She was the Drappa, or alphess, and that was her mate and son fighting. But, it was the way of the world and this is what must go down.
Alas, a loud yelp echoed across the lands. A cunning laugh also accompanied it. The laugh was that of Loki's father. His yellowing teeth had crimson blood, his own son's blood, his blood, all over them. His lips were pulled into a rigid smile. His son had a large mark across his face. It bled straight into his eyes and down his muzzle, staining his white fur.
Loki's father lunged at him again, and knocked him down into a submissive position. The fight was done, Loki got up and ran away, slipping on the ice. He whimpered and looked back only at his mother, whose green eyes, turned away from him. That meant he was alone in the world now, with only the skies to guide him.
"I told you your worth!Stay away from my kingdom, this is where I reign you worthless mutt!" Loki's father stung him again. Running off, Loki kept running and running, until exhaustion took over. All he wanted to do was get away. Get away from the place that would never be home again.
code word:Sing-song or Broken Jewels I wasn't quite sure which one...[/color]