Post by dargon on Oct 3, 2005 22:02:14 GMT -5
Name: Dargon
Sex: Male
Age: 4, about 28 in human years
Eye color: Midnight blue that change to Golden Yellow, in a non-demonic or blood-lust way
Pelt Color: White
History:
He woke up to only see the light of the stars and moon. It was dark, as he got up he realized his leg was bleeding and where he was sitting was red. His once white pelt was now blood red around the unknown wound. "What happened, where am I?" He asked himself quietly.
His name is Dargon, he tried to remember the past two days and he could only pull up so much.
Dargon was looking around the forest to find his dinner, he hadn't eaten since morning. Spotting a deer, he was about to go after it when he heard a frightening howl from his pack land. Running toward the howl he heard the sounds of growling wolves, it had been a raid by another wolf pack, the Yacktone, crazed demonic wolves. One looked him straight in the eyes, with a grin on his face, and everything went dark.
But before that attack Dargon had a family, his parents were the wolves leading the migration north because many wolves feared the Yacktone, Dargon, was one of the wolves that stayed behind to make sure that the pack would stay in order. There had been rumors that they would raid the other wolves, but no one took any precautions.
So there he was, standing there in an unknown forest, maybe a local wolf had seen how he had gotten there, to help him figure out bits and pieces. Maybe, he could go to the north to try and find the migrating wolves. Oh well, now was not the time to think about that, he needed to know where he was.[/color]
Sex: Male
Age: 4, about 28 in human years
Eye color: Midnight blue that change to Golden Yellow, in a non-demonic or blood-lust way
Pelt Color: White
History:
He woke up to only see the light of the stars and moon. It was dark, as he got up he realized his leg was bleeding and where he was sitting was red. His once white pelt was now blood red around the unknown wound. "What happened, where am I?" He asked himself quietly.
His name is Dargon, he tried to remember the past two days and he could only pull up so much.
Dargon was looking around the forest to find his dinner, he hadn't eaten since morning. Spotting a deer, he was about to go after it when he heard a frightening howl from his pack land. Running toward the howl he heard the sounds of growling wolves, it had been a raid by another wolf pack, the Yacktone, crazed demonic wolves. One looked him straight in the eyes, with a grin on his face, and everything went dark.
But before that attack Dargon had a family, his parents were the wolves leading the migration north because many wolves feared the Yacktone, Dargon, was one of the wolves that stayed behind to make sure that the pack would stay in order. There had been rumors that they would raid the other wolves, but no one took any precautions.
So there he was, standing there in an unknown forest, maybe a local wolf had seen how he had gotten there, to help him figure out bits and pieces. Maybe, he could go to the north to try and find the migrating wolves. Oh well, now was not the time to think about that, he needed to know where he was.[/color]