Post by Sarlic on Feb 8, 2005 15:49:05 GMT -5
Dubbing - Sarlic
Gender - Male
Age - (at present) 3
Eye Colour - Yellow Ochre (greeny yellow)
Pelt Colour - Brown with very dark browns and blacks along his back and prominant on his chest, shoulders and tail. Lighter as it gets down to his legs and paws.
Personality - Mad, crazy, skitzofrenic (if that's how you spell it), talks to himself, jumpy, skitish but still loveable
History - He was born to a small pack consisting of just his mother and father. At the age of a year, once he and his siblings were growing older and being taught how to hunt, his father grew power mad and the bloodlust over took him - slaughtering Scarlic's mother and siblings he managed to escape the masacre with his life, but his ego, heart and sanity bruised - along with a lot more!
He wandered the lands alone for a time, seeking soltitude by himself, finding that he was the only one he could communicate with he found that speaking to others was nearly impossible. Yet there was one. He one day met a faemme roughly his age and they fell in love, travelled together and became mates. For a time she had changed him, for better than for worse. But the same thing had happened with his father, yet it grew slowly rather than quickly.
Sarlic began to speak to himself again, mumbling and muttering to himself, biting his mate for no reason or nipping too hard during play and frolic. Then it came to the day when he pushed his luck to far and she called him 'crazy', that pushed Sarlic to his limits and with a final snap at her throat he ahd killed the only varg who trusted and loved him - along with the litter she bore within her belly.
He was alone once more, and a year has now passed since that day - grown worse over the year he is now completely mad and often lives in his own world, nothing to tell him whether it is day, noon or night for his eyes have been clouded by fear, hate and pain...
Gender - Male
Age - (at present) 3
Eye Colour - Yellow Ochre (greeny yellow)
Pelt Colour - Brown with very dark browns and blacks along his back and prominant on his chest, shoulders and tail. Lighter as it gets down to his legs and paws.
Personality - Mad, crazy, skitzofrenic (if that's how you spell it), talks to himself, jumpy, skitish but still loveable
History - He was born to a small pack consisting of just his mother and father. At the age of a year, once he and his siblings were growing older and being taught how to hunt, his father grew power mad and the bloodlust over took him - slaughtering Scarlic's mother and siblings he managed to escape the masacre with his life, but his ego, heart and sanity bruised - along with a lot more!
He wandered the lands alone for a time, seeking soltitude by himself, finding that he was the only one he could communicate with he found that speaking to others was nearly impossible. Yet there was one. He one day met a faemme roughly his age and they fell in love, travelled together and became mates. For a time she had changed him, for better than for worse. But the same thing had happened with his father, yet it grew slowly rather than quickly.
Sarlic began to speak to himself again, mumbling and muttering to himself, biting his mate for no reason or nipping too hard during play and frolic. Then it came to the day when he pushed his luck to far and she called him 'crazy', that pushed Sarlic to his limits and with a final snap at her throat he ahd killed the only varg who trusted and loved him - along with the litter she bore within her belly.
He was alone once more, and a year has now passed since that day - grown worse over the year he is now completely mad and often lives in his own world, nothing to tell him whether it is day, noon or night for his eyes have been clouded by fear, hate and pain...
