Post by Sedregantis on Apr 11, 2005 0:41:10 GMT -5
Name: Sedregantis
Age: 2 year’s and 6 months
Gender: Male
Species: Timber
Appearance: Black fur with a hint of silver outlining that streams upon the center of his spine. Eye color amber.
Personality: Confident and Wise, speech slightly arrogant, strides proudly with his tail positioned upright in a dominating fashion, strong and brave, fearless yet temperate. However Sedregantis’ personality alters dramatically within the presence of she-Varg’s suitable to bear his offspring.
Distinct markings: Has a semi-large x shaped scar on his left side caused by a human’s spear.
Background: In a secluded region of Transylvania surrounded by mountains and forests dwelled the Sedran pack. A pack where the name is altered to the name of the Alpha-Male. My father inherited the title of Dragga after defeating Retsinis the former Dragga for the right to bear young. He had fallen in love with the Drappa of the Retsinis pack.
Her name was Fionna the most beautiful Varg of the whole pack. By the laws of the pack the Dragga chooses the Varg he wishes to bear his young. After defeating Retsinis he mated with Fionna and four cubs were conceived. My father named the first of the litter a name which would be similar to his own name and also be considered highly regarded amongst other Vargs he named that cub Sedregantis.
I grew up to be a very serious Varg, I was taught from very young the means of survival and I grew up at an accelerated rate. While my siblings were still learning the concept of pouncing I was already on the hunt with the hunters of the pack being taught first hand techniques used in hunting and how to work with the pack. My father was proud of my achievements and was already the favored cub of his offspring. With this I started to have a feeling of superiority toward my siblings and started to look down upon them. However my mother, whom was very kind, denounced my type of behavior toward my siblings and tried to teach me the values of equality. Even though I was already on the hunt I had never killed anything that was worthy of recognition and had longed to kill something worthy of my fathers pride. I later started to become more fierce with my hunting skills killing rodents and once a small bird whom had had its back turned at the time but still nothing really noticeable.
A few seasons had passed; I had made a lot of progress I had already killed a few sheep an eagle and a few other small animals but that still was not enough to satisfy my already growing ego. I had already wanted to kill off a full grown deer but father told me there was time for that and that I should be patient and that my time would come. However I wanted that time to be now. I wanted to kill something that was normally impossible for me to do so, whether it is for recognition or simply for my own personal pride. I wanted to taste a large amount of blood. I wanted to kill something worthy of the name I was given at birth, and little did I know that time would come sooner than I had expected. Several moons later, I was alone within the den; my mother and father were with my siblings about to take them on their first hunt, when I felt my ears and hackles rise. I heard a disturbance outside the den. I heard lots of snarls and growls. I continued to listen when suddenly I heard my fathers voice from outside the den calling out to my mother informing her to retreat back to the den with the cubs, but my mother said she will not leave his side.
At this I sprinted to the outside of the den to see what was going on, and before me I saw large figures that held large pointed sticks. This is the first time in my life I had ever beheld such a creature. These beasts doubled the size of any wolf and wore what appeared to be the skins of what they had killed in the past. They numbered what appeared to be about 12 of them in total. Before me was my father whom had been fending off these abnormal creatures that stood before my eyes. My mother had called out to me to return with her to the cave, humans were attacking the den. At this I thought humans… I had heard of these creatures before. Father spoke to me of them to be blood thirsty beasts, creatures of no remorse that kill wolves for sport, and that they do not kill to feed, but for the mere pleasure of killing itself. Father told me to always be weary of these creatures and to take caution when approaching a human. For it’s a very devious creature, and these creatures possess magical powers. They can manipulate Fernis’ fire and harness it to do their bidding. He told me to avoid them at all costs, and if ever to approach a human village or camp to evade any contact with humans at all costs.
Age: 2 year’s and 6 months
Gender: Male
Species: Timber
Appearance: Black fur with a hint of silver outlining that streams upon the center of his spine. Eye color amber.
Personality: Confident and Wise, speech slightly arrogant, strides proudly with his tail positioned upright in a dominating fashion, strong and brave, fearless yet temperate. However Sedregantis’ personality alters dramatically within the presence of she-Varg’s suitable to bear his offspring.
Distinct markings: Has a semi-large x shaped scar on his left side caused by a human’s spear.
Background: In a secluded region of Transylvania surrounded by mountains and forests dwelled the Sedran pack. A pack where the name is altered to the name of the Alpha-Male. My father inherited the title of Dragga after defeating Retsinis the former Dragga for the right to bear young. He had fallen in love with the Drappa of the Retsinis pack.
Her name was Fionna the most beautiful Varg of the whole pack. By the laws of the pack the Dragga chooses the Varg he wishes to bear his young. After defeating Retsinis he mated with Fionna and four cubs were conceived. My father named the first of the litter a name which would be similar to his own name and also be considered highly regarded amongst other Vargs he named that cub Sedregantis.
I grew up to be a very serious Varg, I was taught from very young the means of survival and I grew up at an accelerated rate. While my siblings were still learning the concept of pouncing I was already on the hunt with the hunters of the pack being taught first hand techniques used in hunting and how to work with the pack. My father was proud of my achievements and was already the favored cub of his offspring. With this I started to have a feeling of superiority toward my siblings and started to look down upon them. However my mother, whom was very kind, denounced my type of behavior toward my siblings and tried to teach me the values of equality. Even though I was already on the hunt I had never killed anything that was worthy of recognition and had longed to kill something worthy of my fathers pride. I later started to become more fierce with my hunting skills killing rodents and once a small bird whom had had its back turned at the time but still nothing really noticeable.
A few seasons had passed; I had made a lot of progress I had already killed a few sheep an eagle and a few other small animals but that still was not enough to satisfy my already growing ego. I had already wanted to kill off a full grown deer but father told me there was time for that and that I should be patient and that my time would come. However I wanted that time to be now. I wanted to kill something that was normally impossible for me to do so, whether it is for recognition or simply for my own personal pride. I wanted to taste a large amount of blood. I wanted to kill something worthy of the name I was given at birth, and little did I know that time would come sooner than I had expected. Several moons later, I was alone within the den; my mother and father were with my siblings about to take them on their first hunt, when I felt my ears and hackles rise. I heard a disturbance outside the den. I heard lots of snarls and growls. I continued to listen when suddenly I heard my fathers voice from outside the den calling out to my mother informing her to retreat back to the den with the cubs, but my mother said she will not leave his side.
At this I sprinted to the outside of the den to see what was going on, and before me I saw large figures that held large pointed sticks. This is the first time in my life I had ever beheld such a creature. These beasts doubled the size of any wolf and wore what appeared to be the skins of what they had killed in the past. They numbered what appeared to be about 12 of them in total. Before me was my father whom had been fending off these abnormal creatures that stood before my eyes. My mother had called out to me to return with her to the cave, humans were attacking the den. At this I thought humans… I had heard of these creatures before. Father spoke to me of them to be blood thirsty beasts, creatures of no remorse that kill wolves for sport, and that they do not kill to feed, but for the mere pleasure of killing itself. Father told me to always be weary of these creatures and to take caution when approaching a human. For it’s a very devious creature, and these creatures possess magical powers. They can manipulate Fernis’ fire and harness it to do their bidding. He told me to avoid them at all costs, and if ever to approach a human village or camp to evade any contact with humans at all costs.