Post by Amenoire on Jun 16, 2005 14:30:20 GMT -5
Name: Amenoire {ameh: nor}
Nickname: Ame {ameh}
Gender: Masculine
Age: Three springs
Coat Color: Colors include black, a variety of greys, and white. The darker colors make a mask like veil above his eyes and morphs into a muddled mixture of darker greys on his back and limbs save for the his white paws.
Orb Color: Light brown but left eye has an obvious tint of yellow to it.
Personnality:
He hates Lights and dislikes anyone who comes in contact with them or protects them. He isn't very social and doesn't tend to bother with the thought of joining a pack, but every once and a while he will cross the path of others to learn of the area and the wolves living there. Since Ame does not care about what other wolves think, he is often sarcastic and will sometimes throw in a rude comment or two to see others' reactions. Always wanting to try new ways of getting on someone's nerves, he is hard to get to know and likes it that way. Overall he doesn't care about others, only on rare ocassions there is an exception, and tries to use curiousity as a way to lure wolves from safety.
Parents:
Sire- Raavi
Dam- Plutosa
Siblings:
Martingale (f), Voix Angélique (f), Avorton Rouge (m)
History:
The pups were growing quickly and spring was soon coming to an end, but the Alpha did notice something odd about one of the Beta pups. They were nameless, all of the pups were until the Alphen pair dubbed them a suitable name, but they had found curses for the four pups. The eldest, a fae was called Martingale after their sire's dame. The second eldest, yet another fae, was dubbed Voix Angélique because of her beautiful voice. The third, a mascul, was cursed Avorton Rouge due to the fact that he bore rust fur and was the pack runt. The last, the male that they had thought strange, was called Amenoire.
After receiving his name, Amenoire allowed the pack to see the reason why he was so different in the Alphen's eyes. The pup's talons were nearly always tinted crimson with his brother's blood, a menacing grin was pasted smugly on his muzzle, and a constant blood lust shone brightly in his mismatched eyes. He become known as the pack terror as he grew, forcing any who crossed his line of temper to bear his claw lashes whether they be pup or elder wolf.
The elder pack members often attempted to kill the pup in their rage, but his mother, Plutosa would always be there to sheild him. No one dared harm the femora with her large pinkish orbs and delicate albino body and knowing the fact that the alpha had favor over her.
During this time a cougar and her cub lived upon the moutain beside the pack's terrain. The cub was growing as quickly as the wolf pups, curious and wanting to know of its sire. The male had moved on to the forests below, but the female refused to allow the cub to meet its father. Soon, however, a cougar's shrieks flooded to them from the woods. It was her mate, who had tred upon the wolves' land. He was killed that night, and, while the fatale cougar slept, the cub journeyed down the mountain to find out what had happened. He was killed at once. The next morn, the remaining feline found her cub, and attacked the pack.
Amenoire, for once, was too afraid to fight. He lost his ever-so-spoiled ways with the pack and escaped to the moutains as a blizzard billowed above. Unfortunantly, the large cat followed him when seeing he was young and would be less of a deal to kill. He still got away, but with three deep gashes on his flank not too unlike the ones he had given his fellow pack mates.
He returned to the packlands, but no one was there. They had left him for dead and the storm raged on. He left the area for warmer climate and made his living by drawing Omegas from their packs and forming a tiny pack. He didn't care about the wolves, but with them he was able to hunt for larger game and stay healthy. After the packs from which the Omegas had come saw that they were killing much of the prey, and not eating most of it, they were driven out. The young wolf ditched the Omegas and continued to move around, repeating this process over and over until finally he saw this unfit.
Now, unsure of what to do, Amenoire, meaning Black Soul, treks to new lands.
Alignment: Darq or Neutral (can't decide yet)
Codeword: Oranges and Peaches
Nickname: Ame {ameh}
Gender: Masculine
Age: Three springs
Coat Color: Colors include black, a variety of greys, and white. The darker colors make a mask like veil above his eyes and morphs into a muddled mixture of darker greys on his back and limbs save for the his white paws.
Orb Color: Light brown but left eye has an obvious tint of yellow to it.
Personnality:
He hates Lights and dislikes anyone who comes in contact with them or protects them. He isn't very social and doesn't tend to bother with the thought of joining a pack, but every once and a while he will cross the path of others to learn of the area and the wolves living there. Since Ame does not care about what other wolves think, he is often sarcastic and will sometimes throw in a rude comment or two to see others' reactions. Always wanting to try new ways of getting on someone's nerves, he is hard to get to know and likes it that way. Overall he doesn't care about others, only on rare ocassions there is an exception, and tries to use curiousity as a way to lure wolves from safety.
Parents:
Sire- Raavi
Dam- Plutosa
Siblings:
Martingale (f), Voix Angélique (f), Avorton Rouge (m)
History:
The pups were growing quickly and spring was soon coming to an end, but the Alpha did notice something odd about one of the Beta pups. They were nameless, all of the pups were until the Alphen pair dubbed them a suitable name, but they had found curses for the four pups. The eldest, a fae was called Martingale after their sire's dame. The second eldest, yet another fae, was dubbed Voix Angélique because of her beautiful voice. The third, a mascul, was cursed Avorton Rouge due to the fact that he bore rust fur and was the pack runt. The last, the male that they had thought strange, was called Amenoire.
After receiving his name, Amenoire allowed the pack to see the reason why he was so different in the Alphen's eyes. The pup's talons were nearly always tinted crimson with his brother's blood, a menacing grin was pasted smugly on his muzzle, and a constant blood lust shone brightly in his mismatched eyes. He become known as the pack terror as he grew, forcing any who crossed his line of temper to bear his claw lashes whether they be pup or elder wolf.
The elder pack members often attempted to kill the pup in their rage, but his mother, Plutosa would always be there to sheild him. No one dared harm the femora with her large pinkish orbs and delicate albino body and knowing the fact that the alpha had favor over her.
During this time a cougar and her cub lived upon the moutain beside the pack's terrain. The cub was growing as quickly as the wolf pups, curious and wanting to know of its sire. The male had moved on to the forests below, but the female refused to allow the cub to meet its father. Soon, however, a cougar's shrieks flooded to them from the woods. It was her mate, who had tred upon the wolves' land. He was killed that night, and, while the fatale cougar slept, the cub journeyed down the mountain to find out what had happened. He was killed at once. The next morn, the remaining feline found her cub, and attacked the pack.
Amenoire, for once, was too afraid to fight. He lost his ever-so-spoiled ways with the pack and escaped to the moutains as a blizzard billowed above. Unfortunantly, the large cat followed him when seeing he was young and would be less of a deal to kill. He still got away, but with three deep gashes on his flank not too unlike the ones he had given his fellow pack mates.
He returned to the packlands, but no one was there. They had left him for dead and the storm raged on. He left the area for warmer climate and made his living by drawing Omegas from their packs and forming a tiny pack. He didn't care about the wolves, but with them he was able to hunt for larger game and stay healthy. After the packs from which the Omegas had come saw that they were killing much of the prey, and not eating most of it, they were driven out. The young wolf ditched the Omegas and continued to move around, repeating this process over and over until finally he saw this unfit.
Now, unsure of what to do, Amenoire, meaning Black Soul, treks to new lands.
Alignment: Darq or Neutral (can't decide yet)
Codeword: Oranges and Peaches
