Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2015 9:41:28 GMT -5
"So what if you can see, the darker side of me,
no one will ever change this animal I have become"
no one will ever change this animal I have become"
Name: Nanuua (meaning) White Thunder
Age: 5 years
Species: Arctic Wolf
Sexuality: Gay
Status: Loner
Location: Anikira
Family: Deceased
Bio:
Since the day Nanuua was born, it was nothing but hardship. His father had abandoned them the day Nanuua came into this world, leaving him and his mother to fend for themselves. His mother barely made it. A few years pass and they manage to survive off of bear scraps. But his mother was too weak, and died of starvation, leaving poor Nanuua alone.
Having to fend for himself Nanuua had gained many wounds. The must distinguished wound is that of the bear claw marks etched into his own fur. Five wicked claws had managed to carve themselves into the young wolf's fur deep, leaving a permanent reminder of the pup's mistake to tamper with bears. The next wound was that of his left eye, which was swollen shut due to the pecking of a sharp beak that belonged to a raven.
The next wound was that of his front leg, which had been trapped in a human trapper trap back in the other world, he was lucky to have survived this for if it wasn't for a Shaman wolf, he probably would have died that day from the deep gash that had been driven into his leg, and also the broken bone. But a Shaman had managed to save his life, and he now has a permanent limp in that leg a well.
As Nanuua grew older, he began to go insane, seeing thing that weren't really there, talking to things that can't talk back, but he thinks can. Not many would go near Nanuua, so he spent most of his life as a loner. But then one day came when he was at the beach where he found an abandoned boat. He hoped beyond any hope that there might be some food on it, but the tide had swept in and carried the boat out to sea, leaving the wolf stranded.
After several long nights at sea, the boat finally washed ashore on the island of Anikira, where his new life would soon begin.
Age: 5 years
Species: Arctic Wolf
Sexuality: Gay
Status: Loner
Location: Anikira
Family: Deceased
Bio:
Since the day Nanuua was born, it was nothing but hardship. His father had abandoned them the day Nanuua came into this world, leaving him and his mother to fend for themselves. His mother barely made it. A few years pass and they manage to survive off of bear scraps. But his mother was too weak, and died of starvation, leaving poor Nanuua alone.
Having to fend for himself Nanuua had gained many wounds. The must distinguished wound is that of the bear claw marks etched into his own fur. Five wicked claws had managed to carve themselves into the young wolf's fur deep, leaving a permanent reminder of the pup's mistake to tamper with bears. The next wound was that of his left eye, which was swollen shut due to the pecking of a sharp beak that belonged to a raven.
The next wound was that of his front leg, which had been trapped in a human trapper trap back in the other world, he was lucky to have survived this for if it wasn't for a Shaman wolf, he probably would have died that day from the deep gash that had been driven into his leg, and also the broken bone. But a Shaman had managed to save his life, and he now has a permanent limp in that leg a well.
As Nanuua grew older, he began to go insane, seeing thing that weren't really there, talking to things that can't talk back, but he thinks can. Not many would go near Nanuua, so he spent most of his life as a loner. But then one day came when he was at the beach where he found an abandoned boat. He hoped beyond any hope that there might be some food on it, but the tide had swept in and carried the boat out to sea, leaving the wolf stranded.
After several long nights at sea, the boat finally washed ashore on the island of Anikira, where his new life would soon begin.
RP Sample
It was late in the evening by the time the wooden boat had washed ashore the mysterious Island. The white wolf lifted his head up, his stomach churning because of the constant rocking of the boat. The wolf could not be anymore pale then he already was. His eyes were hazy, and his heart was thudding. He took deep breaths as he looked at the land before him. He took in the fresh scent of seawater and stood himself up. His legs threatened to buckle under him, but with all his strength, he managed to stay up.
He hopped out of the wooden boat, and felt the warm wet sand against his paw pads. His eyes kept looking about, seeing the beach before him. a Hermit
Crab waddled through the beach, leaving a trail behind it. The wolf began to walk, trying to regain his strength. The wolf was hungry, annoyed and weak from his sea voyage. His emerald eyes shifted back and forth, seeing nothing but beach. Then his eyes looked forward.
There beyond him, lay a vast expanse of woodland. Tall thick trees loomed over him, casting its shadow upon his lean frame. The wolf felt a breeze, it carried with it the sweet smell of pine. These smells were all new to the wolf, because he was use to living out in the Arctic Regions of the world, where there was nothing but flatland and snow.
It took him some time to figure out which was North, South, East and West. But when he felt the shift of the winds, he began to finally realize which direction was which. He knew that he would have to venture into the woods, despite the fact of its many dangers within it. Were there other wolves like him about? If so that could mean the possible dangers of wandering into another's territory, and right now he was much to weak to challenge an Alpha, he would lose.
Despite the fact that worry bit at the young wolf's paws, he carried onward. The voices in side his head telling him not to,to stay with the boat, stay somewhere safe. But he knew that if he stayed with the ship, he would starve to death, no. He had to find food, shelter and fresh water. The wolf was dehydrated beyond belief, he was lucky that he didn't die of thirst upon his voyage. So with the thought of a fresh river in his mind, the wolf trotted onward to toward this strange new world.
He hopped out of the wooden boat, and felt the warm wet sand against his paw pads. His eyes kept looking about, seeing the beach before him. a Hermit
Crab waddled through the beach, leaving a trail behind it. The wolf began to walk, trying to regain his strength. The wolf was hungry, annoyed and weak from his sea voyage. His emerald eyes shifted back and forth, seeing nothing but beach. Then his eyes looked forward.
There beyond him, lay a vast expanse of woodland. Tall thick trees loomed over him, casting its shadow upon his lean frame. The wolf felt a breeze, it carried with it the sweet smell of pine. These smells were all new to the wolf, because he was use to living out in the Arctic Regions of the world, where there was nothing but flatland and snow.
It took him some time to figure out which was North, South, East and West. But when he felt the shift of the winds, he began to finally realize which direction was which. He knew that he would have to venture into the woods, despite the fact of its many dangers within it. Were there other wolves like him about? If so that could mean the possible dangers of wandering into another's territory, and right now he was much to weak to challenge an Alpha, he would lose.
Despite the fact that worry bit at the young wolf's paws, he carried onward. The voices in side his head telling him not to,to stay with the boat, stay somewhere safe. But he knew that if he stayed with the ship, he would starve to death, no. He had to find food, shelter and fresh water. The wolf was dehydrated beyond belief, he was lucky that he didn't die of thirst upon his voyage. So with the thought of a fresh river in his mind, the wolf trotted onward to toward this strange new world.
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