Poseidon

[poseidon]

Name:

Poseidon

Age:

Three years

Gender:

Male

Pack:

Rouge

Position:

N/A

Appearance:

My Pelt is Black. My fur is thick. I blend into the shadows. My eyes are unmatched, one is blue and the other is brown. I have a patch of black skin showing on my front right elbow. My ears point up, like my mothers, and my tail is straight, like my fathers.

Personality:

I am aggressive and am not afraid to speak my mind. I respect who I must and do which I have to. I like to make fun of others and make other lives a living hell, though I avoid fighting as much as possible. I have a way with words, sort of. I rarely let people know of my past.

History:

When Poseidon was small he was loved very much even though was always getting in trouble, not only with his parents but also with the Dragga. Food would always end up missing while his muzzle was caked with blood. Pups would go missing and elders dead. He would always play innocent and often play sick, impeading the progress of his weak birth pack. He hated them for that reason. He despised the weak. One day they grew so tired of his antics they threw him into the wilderness to fend for himself. He was banned from the pack and his parents never followed. He passed from pack by pack and they always leave him wondering what he had done wrong, was it him or them. He was like a foster pup when he was young. Poseidon was growing tired and he was growing more cold and angered. He was becoming the dark side of the moon, some would put it. Poseidon started to walk away from packs and then declined offers to join packs. They all seemed weak. He stayed a loner to save himself from even more trouble. Now that he's here, he roams alone; bored as ever Poseidon hopes to become a member. At night, Poseidon could hear Wolfbane's howl, calling to him. That's where he plans on going.