Post by ethanol on Jun 2, 2008 17:22:28 GMT -5
Name: Ethanol
Nickname: Thanol
Gender: Male
Age: 1 year
Fur color: Tawny-red wolf
Markings: None
Eye color: Neon green
Body: Mexican wolf wih tawny, red, and white splotches on his fur. He has long legs and short teeth and claws with a long, bushy tail.
Personality: Ethanol is mean and nice, his expressions may swing. He likes wolves, but his moods may swing, and then he'll hate you. The wolf who is around him may want to be on the safe side and never be to expressionless.
History: The rain pelted down on a camp. Heavy clumps of ice swayed onto the pelts of wolves, pinning the small and weak ones to the ground; dead. One small wolf was alive, a tawny colored wolf that was barely breathing. The sickness and the hail had made the wolves fall hurt or dead. The tawny wolf gasped for air, hanging on to life by one short whisker.
"Just leave him!" a silver male called from an entrance; a small hollow that lead outside. "Come on, Tooth and Ice, we must move!"
"We mustn't leave our child to die in the night!" a tawny female and a white male replied to the silver wolf.
"Then die!"
Tooth and Ice glanced at each other, then slowly followed that pack leader to the entrance, tails trailing behind them sadly.
Soon, everyone was out of the huge camp, and only one small, one week old puppy was lieing on the grassy plains.
Horrifed that his parents left him.
He was sure that he was going to die.
Nickname: Thanol
Gender: Male
Age: 1 year
Fur color: Tawny-red wolf
Markings: None
Eye color: Neon green
Body: Mexican wolf wih tawny, red, and white splotches on his fur. He has long legs and short teeth and claws with a long, bushy tail.
Personality: Ethanol is mean and nice, his expressions may swing. He likes wolves, but his moods may swing, and then he'll hate you. The wolf who is around him may want to be on the safe side and never be to expressionless.
History: The rain pelted down on a camp. Heavy clumps of ice swayed onto the pelts of wolves, pinning the small and weak ones to the ground; dead. One small wolf was alive, a tawny colored wolf that was barely breathing. The sickness and the hail had made the wolves fall hurt or dead. The tawny wolf gasped for air, hanging on to life by one short whisker.
"Just leave him!" a silver male called from an entrance; a small hollow that lead outside. "Come on, Tooth and Ice, we must move!"
"We mustn't leave our child to die in the night!" a tawny female and a white male replied to the silver wolf.
"Then die!"
Tooth and Ice glanced at each other, then slowly followed that pack leader to the entrance, tails trailing behind them sadly.
Soon, everyone was out of the huge camp, and only one small, one week old puppy was lieing on the grassy plains.
Horrifed that his parents left him.
He was sure that he was going to die.