Post by Omaha on Aug 19, 2006 16:40:43 GMT -5
Name: Omaha
Age: 3 years
Pack: Blazing Fire Pack
Gender: Male
Species: Maned Wolf
Rank: Alpha, if open
Pelt: Omaha is a dark-ish orange, with black along the top of his neck. He has black from his elbows down, then his knees down. His tail is orange at the dock, then it turns to white. Omaha's muzzle is black.
Personality: Omaha is normaly gentle and kind. If you get on his bad side, it means trouble. When angered, he can get rough, and he normally wouldn't do that. Omaha is a feirce fighter, and is okay with being leader.
History: Omaha was born into a rough-fighint-all-the-time pack, where every day, a wolf would die or be close to death. When he was a pup, he never liked the fighting, so he ran away. But he was attacked by the pack, and barly survived. After the attack, he wondered for months, learning to feind for himself. He grew into a feirce fighter, but also a gentle giant. Even though he's tall, he can be extreamly nice. Once he reached 1 year old, the pack found him, and attacked him again. He had almost died that attack, but found leaves and cured himself. The pack kept attacking him, untill they saw that Omaha had become the Alpha of the Blazing Wolf Pack.
IC: An orange-ish blur ran through the forest, black paws gripping the moist earth. The creature lept over an old, rotten log with ease. It's long black/orange legs gave the maned wolf an advantage in running. The maned wolf ran into a clearing, slowing to a walk. The maned wolf's name? Omaha. Omaha wasn't panting, but he had lost some energy. Padding around, his amber orbs gazed around at the edges of the forests, making sure there were no threats. Nothing. Omaha pushed into a trott, ascending and descending the hills. He raised his black muzzle up to the heavens, and let out a howl of message. The melody rang through the forest, and danced along the far mountains. Omaha lowered his snout, then broke into a run, his tail a flag behind him. Entering the firest, he dissapeared.
Age: 3 years
Pack: Blazing Fire Pack
Gender: Male
Species: Maned Wolf
Rank: Alpha, if open
Pelt: Omaha is a dark-ish orange, with black along the top of his neck. He has black from his elbows down, then his knees down. His tail is orange at the dock, then it turns to white. Omaha's muzzle is black.
Personality: Omaha is normaly gentle and kind. If you get on his bad side, it means trouble. When angered, he can get rough, and he normally wouldn't do that. Omaha is a feirce fighter, and is okay with being leader.
History: Omaha was born into a rough-fighint-all-the-time pack, where every day, a wolf would die or be close to death. When he was a pup, he never liked the fighting, so he ran away. But he was attacked by the pack, and barly survived. After the attack, he wondered for months, learning to feind for himself. He grew into a feirce fighter, but also a gentle giant. Even though he's tall, he can be extreamly nice. Once he reached 1 year old, the pack found him, and attacked him again. He had almost died that attack, but found leaves and cured himself. The pack kept attacking him, untill they saw that Omaha had become the Alpha of the Blazing Wolf Pack.
IC: An orange-ish blur ran through the forest, black paws gripping the moist earth. The creature lept over an old, rotten log with ease. It's long black/orange legs gave the maned wolf an advantage in running. The maned wolf ran into a clearing, slowing to a walk. The maned wolf's name? Omaha. Omaha wasn't panting, but he had lost some energy. Padding around, his amber orbs gazed around at the edges of the forests, making sure there were no threats. Nothing. Omaha pushed into a trott, ascending and descending the hills. He raised his black muzzle up to the heavens, and let out a howl of message. The melody rang through the forest, and danced along the far mountains. Omaha lowered his snout, then broke into a run, his tail a flag behind him. Entering the firest, he dissapeared.