Post by Tarim on Aug 12, 2007 13:25:45 GMT -5
Name: Tarim
Age: Appx. 2 years
Appearance: Nondescript gray wolf, strong build, brown/eyes, red highlights on ears, tail, and back.
History: Tarim is not entirely sure where he was born, although he does know that a human man took him from his mother at a very early age. He was raised with hunting dogs, but was used as a guard dog for his master's village. Although he could bark and snarl like a rabid beast, he was too kind to be a killer. His master's manner was hard, but fair, and so Tarim knew no unnecessary cruelty until the day his life changed forever. One evening when he was on watch, a small theiving party crept past him as he slept, then proceeded to ransack his master's house. They killed his master, his master's wife, and their young child while Tarim watched helplessly, unable to break the stout tether that held him to a stake in the yard. Afterward, the theives debated on what to do about him and the other dogs. They took the hunting dogs for use, but decided to kill the wolf. However, Tarim growled and snarled so ferociously that none dared approach close enough to deliver the killing blow. Finally, they just left him to starve. After many long days, Tarim was able to chew through his thick rawhide tether, but he was left with his studded leather collar. Now, he's wandering alone in Translyvania, with no idea what it means to be a true varg.
Age: Appx. 2 years
Appearance: Nondescript gray wolf, strong build, brown/eyes, red highlights on ears, tail, and back.
History: Tarim is not entirely sure where he was born, although he does know that a human man took him from his mother at a very early age. He was raised with hunting dogs, but was used as a guard dog for his master's village. Although he could bark and snarl like a rabid beast, he was too kind to be a killer. His master's manner was hard, but fair, and so Tarim knew no unnecessary cruelty until the day his life changed forever. One evening when he was on watch, a small theiving party crept past him as he slept, then proceeded to ransack his master's house. They killed his master, his master's wife, and their young child while Tarim watched helplessly, unable to break the stout tether that held him to a stake in the yard. Afterward, the theives debated on what to do about him and the other dogs. They took the hunting dogs for use, but decided to kill the wolf. However, Tarim growled and snarled so ferociously that none dared approach close enough to deliver the killing blow. Finally, they just left him to starve. After many long days, Tarim was able to chew through his thick rawhide tether, but he was left with his studded leather collar. Now, he's wandering alone in Translyvania, with no idea what it means to be a true varg.
