Post by Lurok on Nov 2, 2008 22:45:45 GMT -5
Name; Lurok
Gender; dragga
Appearance; Possessing the typical speckled gray coat of most timber wolves Lurok is nothing out of the ordinary. Tufts of orange-ish fur line his face and chest and different shades of gray covers his body. Having reached the age where his body begins to grow faster he's become lanky, and the fat from his birth has begun to slough off. His eyes are a dark golden-brown and very much resemble twin pools of melted molasses.
History; Born into a litter of four Lurok was the eldest, having three littler sisters, one of which died. His mother, father and the litter made their own small family pack, and moved frequently as soon as the pups were able. They were a severely secluded pack and steered clear from other vargs as much as they were able. All the while the three remaining pups were being pampered and smothered with affection. Life was exceptionally good according to Lurok, who got the brunt of his parents' goodwill.
However, when the lera began to get scarce and food began to get harder and harder to come by the pack began to get desperate. Rutger, Lurok's father, became wounded whilst hunting and his mother Navarre fell into a despair. The pack began to crumble bit by bit. During the night Lurok boldy crept from the safety of their den to try and 'save' his pack. He found a wounded rabbit and with a bit of luck managed to kill it. By then Lurok had only the scent of blood and was unable to follow his way home and so became lost.
Gender; dragga
Appearance; Possessing the typical speckled gray coat of most timber wolves Lurok is nothing out of the ordinary. Tufts of orange-ish fur line his face and chest and different shades of gray covers his body. Having reached the age where his body begins to grow faster he's become lanky, and the fat from his birth has begun to slough off. His eyes are a dark golden-brown and very much resemble twin pools of melted molasses.
History; Born into a litter of four Lurok was the eldest, having three littler sisters, one of which died. His mother, father and the litter made their own small family pack, and moved frequently as soon as the pups were able. They were a severely secluded pack and steered clear from other vargs as much as they were able. All the while the three remaining pups were being pampered and smothered with affection. Life was exceptionally good according to Lurok, who got the brunt of his parents' goodwill.
However, when the lera began to get scarce and food began to get harder and harder to come by the pack began to get desperate. Rutger, Lurok's father, became wounded whilst hunting and his mother Navarre fell into a despair. The pack began to crumble bit by bit. During the night Lurok boldy crept from the safety of their den to try and 'save' his pack. He found a wounded rabbit and with a bit of luck managed to kill it. By then Lurok had only the scent of blood and was unable to follow his way home and so became lost.