Post by ¿ T a r g. } on Jan 27, 2010 0:12:30 GMT -5
In order of creation.
Alpha Wynn!
[/blockquote]Pack//Beach Pack
Name: Wynn
Position// Leader
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Appearance// Wynn has a large, sturdy build. He is very strong but when it comes to being quick, he won't go far. If you meet him in a fight you won't last long if you're not fast enough. His strong teeth can clamp around your neck in one bite and possibly kill you almost instantly. There are two brown 'eyebrows' atop his eye, and he has short black fur. The Rottweiler's face looks a little squashed in, but that's like most of his kind.
Personality// Wynn is a strong leader for his Pack. He had a kind heart and you would hardly see him wanting bloodshed over peace. When it comes to helping his Pack for the better, he will do whatever he can to help them. Sometimes this alone can cause fights. If there is hardly any prey one season, treading into anothers territory is the least of his worries. As long as his warriors are stealthy about it, he won't have a second thought to be able to feed his Pack. The Rottweiler will go far for his loved ones, but sometimes only goes by his own word. He hardly ever wants others opinions and believes his word is best.
History// Wynn never believed he'd make a good leader, but when he was chosen he was delighted greatly. His ambitions grew and he wanted to create the best Pack that could ever survive. Leaving this Island was his great goal in life as well. A few times, he went warriors into the depths of the sea, only to never see them again. Although a dead dog washed up on shore one day; that was the day he stopped trying to cross the ocean. Wynn has a strong detest for humans; if he found any on the beach their life would be ended almost instantly. He cannot understand how a creature with a soul would burden another to a land like this; secluded from any other contact. His parents escaped when the Great Journey happened. They leaped out of the boat and bit the wrists of some humans trying to put them in cages. Wynn always looked up to them, and hoped to find them again. Yet, this island is his limit.
Other Info// He still has his collar around his neck. It is studded with spikes and protects him from death bites to the neck.
Warrior Targ!
[/blockquote]Pack//Element Pack
Name: Targ
Position// Warrior
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Breed: Husky cross wolf
Appearance//
Targ has shiny, dark black pelt with a darker cream on his underfur as well. It seems as though his tail was dipped in paint for the tip of his tail is the same dark cream as his belly. Also his legs look like they are wearing dark cream boots as he walks under the green canopy of leaves in the forests. Paws are the same dark cream and the rest of his muscular body is a pure, ink black. Eyes are a sparkling yellow and seem to glow in the dark giving him a terrifying appearance in the dark of the night. He has a small tuft on the top of his head that overgrew and is a deep black that sways on a hot, summer’s breeze.
Personality//
Targ's personality is quite a unique one. At one moment he can be a flirtatious rat bag and the next a ruthless, mind-stabbing fighter. Whenever he sees females, his charming self comes through and all he wants to do is show off to them, with what he can do. It may be flexing his muscles or just giving them the glitter in his eye. Many in the past have liked him before but he is looking for a certain dog, even if he doesn't know what type of dog he knows she's out there; somewhere.
He is quite a strong Husky but like everyone, has a weakness. Whenever is in contact with fire he would stand rigidly still, and have no idea what to do. If someone is calling for him to keep moving while in this situation he would not hear it and it would be a muffled tone in the distance as he stares into the orange glow that licks up towards the trees' leaves. Only if a quick nip to his flank or neck would get him out of his rigid state and start to flee. He is no coward but hates the fact of something charging towards him. So if a pack of wolves started racing towards him it would take a lot of will-power to turn and flee when all he would want to do is fight. His only real fear is fire but anything else that gets in his way will have to pay. Depending on the situation it could be a mere bite to the side or a ruthless excruciating slaughter.
Targ has been in a pack before but it was only for a short time before he went on the life as a loner again. He would always help feed the alphas and respected them a lot. If he was given orders they would be done with all potential, only if he truly believed something was not quite right would he give second thought to an order. He is a great dog to have in a pack, but be aware of his flirtatious intentions if you're a male and have a mate, stay protective of your mate for Targ may be one to take her on.
History// Targ was born to a family of two. His parents were Lilac and Tigerstar but are now deceased from a neighboring border fight. Tigerstar and Lilac used to live in a large pack but ran away together to have Targ, for in their pack, only the alphas could have pups. They wanted to make their own pack and territory but when they started scent marking, while Targ was in the den, they got into a ruthless fight with a pack which already claimed that area. Targ was a pup now and had to survive on his own, not even remembering a glimpse of what his parents were like. Of course, the life as a loner is a hard one and the only reason a pup would survive is if they found adult wolves to take care of them.
He had crossed the boundary of another pack territory one day when they found him. The alpha's could have killed him and left it at that, but they could see potential in the young pup so they let him live. When Targ has served is duty to the pack, when he was older he decided to take the life as a loner again. The dark male loved the life in the forest, not a worry in the world except when your next meal is. You don't have to hunt extra for a pack, or have alpha's eating into the luscious blood-red meat before you; he only had to survive for himself.
One day he was walking through the forest, minding his own business when a small happy white pup bounded up to him. He instinctively went defensive and snapped at the young pup who put her tail between her legs and backed away. She ran into the bush's and Targ had nothing else better to do so he silently followed her. There lay, a beautiful white she-dog, her belly as large as a balloon. You could tell she was expecting any time now. She was weak and vulnerable. The black Husky cross approached the she-dog who growled, defensive of herself and her pup's. He stood there, not knowing what to do when a sudden boom reverberated through the forest. It was the scream of something that is the only enemy of a lone dog; the bear. Its roar continued and seemed to get louder. The hackles rose and his fur stood on end, he suddenly felt the urge to protect the pregnant she-dog. A flurry of claws and brown fur emitted from the forest as the bear blundered straight towards the white pup. Targ automatically went for her neck and got her out of the way of the large, knife-like claws. As he growled at the pup to stay still it was already too late. The mother of the pup had a huge gash across its stomach, her blood staining the forest floor. She died almost instantly and her pups inside her belly with it...
From then on the young pup, which name was Adolpha was not seen again as she ran away from her dying mother, in sadness and depression. The dark, black male had felt it was his fault from then on because of what happened and he longed to find the white she-pup but he failed to do so. Now, after being captured by Twolegs and taken on the trip he wanders the mountains of Element Pack.
Other Info//
Warrior Meranda!
[/blockquote]Pack//Ash Pack
Name// Meranda
Position// Warrior
Age// Adult
Gender// Female
Breed// Border Collie x 1/4 Labrador
Appearance// Meranda is a cute, little Border Collie cross. Most of her pelt is a chocolate brown, splashed with a blinding white which usually gets quite dirty and matted. Her tail is fluffy and long, which never seems to stop wagging excitedly. The muzzle and legs of the Labrador is a pure white along with a white patch in the middle of her pelt.
Personality// If you know this little girl, you'll realize her personality is just like the sun, shining up ahead. She is a happy dog, who loves to play and chat with others. Friendly you might add as well, as she compliments others a lot. Along side this, she always shares her opinion to others. This can get her in quite a bit of trouble. If she doesn't like your paws, she'll tell you. She has to realize that some things have to be kept quiet.
History// Meranda was born into the house with which the problem of too many dogs being born happened. When she was a new born, she couldn't breathe. Her mother had been too afraid of her pups from stress and stayed in her bed, growling at any humans trying to help. Luckily the owners
looked after the pups; after a lot of rubbing and cleaning, Meranda was safe to breathe and become healthy like thee rest of her litter. Except she did gain asthma whenever she did too much exercise, making it hard to breathe even now, as an adult.
Along with the rest of her family, she was shipped to this treacherous island. Her last memory was of her father who was left behind, howling for them. He was too old for the trip; she wonders where he is now.
Other Info//She has a breathing problem.
