Post by Zwi on Aug 26, 2008 14:59:19 GMT -5
Name: Zwi, a Hebrew name meaning Gazelle, she was named this after her Gazelle like markings.
Gender: Female
Age: around a year and a half
Personality: Zwi is a very proud varg, she can be a little stuck up at times, but is very loyal to those who earn it. She is all in all, a kind varg.
Appearance: Zwi very much resembles a Gazelle, Her main markings are a golden brown fading from a dark on the top of her head and back and fading to a lighter tone, her underbelly is white, along with some face markings, legs, part of her tail and butt. She has various dark gray/black markings on her face, inside of her ears, sides, back of her hips and end of her tail. Her eyes are a light golden brown, some what matching the lighter brown of her coat. She is a sleek wolf with long legs and a thin body which makes her very fast, because of this however, she lacks any real brute strength. She usually keeps her tail and head held high.
Picture:
(Thanks Silvanus for the wonderful picture!)
Past: Captured as a puppy she was sold to a rich merchant to be used as protection for his family, other then the families youngest daughter, who bonded with Zwi and gave her her name, she had little to do with humans in her years living with them. She was thrown scraps of meat and bones to eat, and was kept in a very large fenced yard drinking from the pond within it. A kerl who regularly wandered the area discovered her one day, and feeling sorry for her having to be kept like that, told her stories an old wolf might tell pups. With this Zwi learned all about the life of a wild wolf, and the surrounding area.
One day after being starved for a while the girl she had bonded with so well, was playing with her pet rabbit in the yard. Being as hungry as Zwi was and not knowing the difference between a wild animal and a pet she attacked the rabbit, the girl reached in to try and save it and got caught in the fight, her arm getting torn open in the process. The kerl who had told her stories all her life happened to be passing my at the time, and told Zwi that if she didn’t escape she would be killed. fearing for her life Zwi found a way out of her fenced world, and ran off, and ran to the only place she know, the land she had been told stories about.
Gender: Female
Age: around a year and a half
Personality: Zwi is a very proud varg, she can be a little stuck up at times, but is very loyal to those who earn it. She is all in all, a kind varg.
Appearance: Zwi very much resembles a Gazelle, Her main markings are a golden brown fading from a dark on the top of her head and back and fading to a lighter tone, her underbelly is white, along with some face markings, legs, part of her tail and butt. She has various dark gray/black markings on her face, inside of her ears, sides, back of her hips and end of her tail. Her eyes are a light golden brown, some what matching the lighter brown of her coat. She is a sleek wolf with long legs and a thin body which makes her very fast, because of this however, she lacks any real brute strength. She usually keeps her tail and head held high.
Picture:
(Thanks Silvanus for the wonderful picture!)
Past: Captured as a puppy she was sold to a rich merchant to be used as protection for his family, other then the families youngest daughter, who bonded with Zwi and gave her her name, she had little to do with humans in her years living with them. She was thrown scraps of meat and bones to eat, and was kept in a very large fenced yard drinking from the pond within it. A kerl who regularly wandered the area discovered her one day, and feeling sorry for her having to be kept like that, told her stories an old wolf might tell pups. With this Zwi learned all about the life of a wild wolf, and the surrounding area.
One day after being starved for a while the girl she had bonded with so well, was playing with her pet rabbit in the yard. Being as hungry as Zwi was and not knowing the difference between a wild animal and a pet she attacked the rabbit, the girl reached in to try and save it and got caught in the fight, her arm getting torn open in the process. The kerl who had told her stories all her life happened to be passing my at the time, and told Zwi that if she didn’t escape she would be killed. fearing for her life Zwi found a way out of her fenced world, and ran off, and ran to the only place she know, the land she had been told stories about.
