12-21-2010, 01:08 PM
◦Character Name: Ookami
◦Character Birthdate (including year): April 7, 2009
◦Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: regular wolf
◦Species: himilayan wolf.
◦Gender: male
◦A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M).- 10ft.under@gmail.com
◦Currently played characters: Ookami(primary).
◦How you found 'Souls: from a top 50 wolf RPG site, - http://alphawolf.gotop100.com/
Post 1-
The wolf looked around, he was crouched low to the ground. His goldish coat blended in with the dry grass of the plains. His paws dug into the soft ground as he looked at his hunting mates. They looked back at him, signaling him to make the first move. He waited, looking for the perfect moose. He didn't want to go for one that was too big, or one that was too small. There! He spotted it, it was perfect. A medium sized bull, his antlers weren't big enough yet to hurt that bad, but the muscle was packed on to his flanks and shoulders. The moose breathed gently, you could see his breath on the cool autumn evening. He crawled forward, getting a bit closer. He was in the perfect position, he looked once more at his mates, they nodded, ready for the kill. Ookami pounced. He landed on the moose's flank, he dug his claws into the soft flesh and bit down hard, making blood rise to the surface. The moose called out in pain and bucked, but Ookami held tight. His mates all pounced as well. One landed on his shoulder, while the other was ontop of his back. The moose bolted forward, running as fast as it could. Ookami struggled to hold on while the other two wolves fell off. He looked back at them, worried. He needed to focus. He managed to crawl forward. He was on the moose's neck now, he bit down on his skin, just behind the ears. The moose was furious he bellowed and shook his head all around. Ookami heard a bark and looked towards it, here came another wolf. Ookami held out his paw for a split second, letting his claws come out, then he bashed it into the moose's head. His claws cut into the skin and the moose stopped. Ookami continued biting it in various places. Then he jumped down off his back. He lurched forward towards the moose's face. He covered it's nose and mouth with his mouth, not letting the moose breath. The only wolf left pounced at the moose, knocking him over. The moose kicked out with his legs and jerked his head around but Ookami held onto its face. Slowly, the moose's antics slowed and eventually stopped. They had done it, the moose was dead, and for the first time in two weeks, his pack would eat.
Post 2-
The wolf sat in a field. He was alone, like usual. The sun was setting, and the sky was streaked with pinks, oranges, and golds. Ookami's goldish pelt was glowing in the sunlight. He looked at his pelt, disgusted with it. This was the reason he had been sent away from his pack. Never, not once was a wolf born that wasn't pure black. Then he came along, and was abandonned, he didn't fully understand it, but it had something to do with the area he lived in, he gave away their position. Whatever, he didn't care. He got up, walking gently. His muscles rippled and bulged under his shiny pelt. A snap. His ears flicked, looking towards the sound. Just a rabbit, his stomach growled, but he didn't feel like eating. He was depressed and alone, and wanted to die. He didn't know what to do with his life. He was an outcast, nobody had ever wanted him. He had travled from pack to pack, territory to territory, yet everyone turned him down. Maybe he was a threat. Maybe his strange size, or ackword ways were no appealing to him. He had always been the biggest. The tallest, strongest. He had strange ways of doing things. He didn't boss around people with a lower rank than him, or coward in fear of the higher ranks. He spoke his mind and never hesitated to stand up for himself. This made other wolves stay away, he was weird. He let out a breath, thinking about himself. Why did he have to be like this? Maybe he was destined to do something no wolf had ever done before, and he needed his large size and strange coat to do so. He wished he could know, instead of waiting alone for something exciting in his life to happen. Another snap. He followed the sound. There was a small pup sitting there, alone and abandonned. He was small and his pelt dull. He was nearly blind, but he could see Ookami, because he was brightly colored, and large. This was his destiny, to save a pup that was just like him, to give him someone to love and respect. He smiled and licked the pups coat. He picked him up, carrying him to someplace safer, to a better life.
Post 3-
He was running- running as fast as he could. He had felt something, and he had to get away from it. He didn't know what it was, or where it came from, but something was following him, something dark and evil. He growled loudly trying to scare it away, but the feeling got stronger and seemed to laugh in his face. He barked angirly and ran faster. His large, oversized paws ate up the ground, tearing up grass and turning soil. His muscles rippled madly and his ears were flat on his skull. He turned his head back, baring his teeth at whatever was following him. He saw shadows, running from tree to tree. His heart pounded, he was scared... He ran faster than he ever thought he could, he wouldn't stop running... he couldn't. He wanted to so bad, his body screamed for help, but his instinct kept him running. Usually he would stay and fight for himself, but this was too big to fight, too big to see, to big to imagine. Whatever this was, it could... and would, kill him. He felt a bite on his rump. He yelped out and growled again, he felt more painful bites and he couldn't take it anymore. His body collapsed, he rolled on the ground, his momentum from running slowing down. He stood, his pelt was clamped down from sweat, his body shook. His tail was tucked between his legs and his teeth barred. If he wasn't so sweaty the hair on the back of his neck would be standing straight up. He looked around at the shadows that were darting from place to place. Then he knew. He knew who it was. His old pack, Shadow Strength. The alpha strode up, towered over him. What had happened? He had been away from home for 3 months, and last time he was there, he towered over the alpha. He looked away from his locking glare and instead looked at his surroundings. He was in a small clearing, with trees surrounding him. He heard a growl and looked at the Alpha. Ookami stood, ready to fight, while the pack members gathered in a circle, watching. The Alpha lunged and clamped onto Ookami's throat. Next thing he knew he was waking up from a sleep. He panted hard and looked around, he was in a small clearing, with trees surrounding him. He remembered the dream and stood. He looked around some more, he saw some shadows and ran. He made it out of the forest and kept running, but the shadows stopped. He ran for a little longer, then finally stood still. He was safe.
◦Character Birthdate (including year): April 7, 2009
◦Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: regular wolf
◦Species: himilayan wolf.
◦Gender: male
◦A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M).- 10ft.under@gmail.com
◦Currently played characters: Ookami(primary).
◦How you found 'Souls: from a top 50 wolf RPG site, - http://alphawolf.gotop100.com/
Post 1-
The wolf looked around, he was crouched low to the ground. His goldish coat blended in with the dry grass of the plains. His paws dug into the soft ground as he looked at his hunting mates. They looked back at him, signaling him to make the first move. He waited, looking for the perfect moose. He didn't want to go for one that was too big, or one that was too small. There! He spotted it, it was perfect. A medium sized bull, his antlers weren't big enough yet to hurt that bad, but the muscle was packed on to his flanks and shoulders. The moose breathed gently, you could see his breath on the cool autumn evening. He crawled forward, getting a bit closer. He was in the perfect position, he looked once more at his mates, they nodded, ready for the kill. Ookami pounced. He landed on the moose's flank, he dug his claws into the soft flesh and bit down hard, making blood rise to the surface. The moose called out in pain and bucked, but Ookami held tight. His mates all pounced as well. One landed on his shoulder, while the other was ontop of his back. The moose bolted forward, running as fast as it could. Ookami struggled to hold on while the other two wolves fell off. He looked back at them, worried. He needed to focus. He managed to crawl forward. He was on the moose's neck now, he bit down on his skin, just behind the ears. The moose was furious he bellowed and shook his head all around. Ookami heard a bark and looked towards it, here came another wolf. Ookami held out his paw for a split second, letting his claws come out, then he bashed it into the moose's head. His claws cut into the skin and the moose stopped. Ookami continued biting it in various places. Then he jumped down off his back. He lurched forward towards the moose's face. He covered it's nose and mouth with his mouth, not letting the moose breath. The only wolf left pounced at the moose, knocking him over. The moose kicked out with his legs and jerked his head around but Ookami held onto its face. Slowly, the moose's antics slowed and eventually stopped. They had done it, the moose was dead, and for the first time in two weeks, his pack would eat.
Post 2-
The wolf sat in a field. He was alone, like usual. The sun was setting, and the sky was streaked with pinks, oranges, and golds. Ookami's goldish pelt was glowing in the sunlight. He looked at his pelt, disgusted with it. This was the reason he had been sent away from his pack. Never, not once was a wolf born that wasn't pure black. Then he came along, and was abandonned, he didn't fully understand it, but it had something to do with the area he lived in, he gave away their position. Whatever, he didn't care. He got up, walking gently. His muscles rippled and bulged under his shiny pelt. A snap. His ears flicked, looking towards the sound. Just a rabbit, his stomach growled, but he didn't feel like eating. He was depressed and alone, and wanted to die. He didn't know what to do with his life. He was an outcast, nobody had ever wanted him. He had travled from pack to pack, territory to territory, yet everyone turned him down. Maybe he was a threat. Maybe his strange size, or ackword ways were no appealing to him. He had always been the biggest. The tallest, strongest. He had strange ways of doing things. He didn't boss around people with a lower rank than him, or coward in fear of the higher ranks. He spoke his mind and never hesitated to stand up for himself. This made other wolves stay away, he was weird. He let out a breath, thinking about himself. Why did he have to be like this? Maybe he was destined to do something no wolf had ever done before, and he needed his large size and strange coat to do so. He wished he could know, instead of waiting alone for something exciting in his life to happen. Another snap. He followed the sound. There was a small pup sitting there, alone and abandonned. He was small and his pelt dull. He was nearly blind, but he could see Ookami, because he was brightly colored, and large. This was his destiny, to save a pup that was just like him, to give him someone to love and respect. He smiled and licked the pups coat. He picked him up, carrying him to someplace safer, to a better life.
Post 3-
He was running- running as fast as he could. He had felt something, and he had to get away from it. He didn't know what it was, or where it came from, but something was following him, something dark and evil. He growled loudly trying to scare it away, but the feeling got stronger and seemed to laugh in his face. He barked angirly and ran faster. His large, oversized paws ate up the ground, tearing up grass and turning soil. His muscles rippled madly and his ears were flat on his skull. He turned his head back, baring his teeth at whatever was following him. He saw shadows, running from tree to tree. His heart pounded, he was scared... He ran faster than he ever thought he could, he wouldn't stop running... he couldn't. He wanted to so bad, his body screamed for help, but his instinct kept him running. Usually he would stay and fight for himself, but this was too big to fight, too big to see, to big to imagine. Whatever this was, it could... and would, kill him. He felt a bite on his rump. He yelped out and growled again, he felt more painful bites and he couldn't take it anymore. His body collapsed, he rolled on the ground, his momentum from running slowing down. He stood, his pelt was clamped down from sweat, his body shook. His tail was tucked between his legs and his teeth barred. If he wasn't so sweaty the hair on the back of his neck would be standing straight up. He looked around at the shadows that were darting from place to place. Then he knew. He knew who it was. His old pack, Shadow Strength. The alpha strode up, towered over him. What had happened? He had been away from home for 3 months, and last time he was there, he towered over the alpha. He looked away from his locking glare and instead looked at his surroundings. He was in a small clearing, with trees surrounding him. He heard a growl and looked at the Alpha. Ookami stood, ready to fight, while the pack members gathered in a circle, watching. The Alpha lunged and clamped onto Ookami's throat. Next thing he knew he was waking up from a sleep. He panted hard and looked around, he was in a small clearing, with trees surrounding him. He remembered the dream and stood. He looked around some more, he saw some shadows and ran. He made it out of the forest and kept running, but the shadows stopped. He ran for a little longer, then finally stood still. He was safe.