Post by Kwabangul on Jan 1, 2008 14:16:29 GMT -5
Name: Kwabangul
Age: 5 years, 3 months
Height: 19 inches
Weight: 23 lbs.
Breed: Red Wolf
Gender: Male
Personality: Kwabangul grew up on little food (as in, not much at all), so he doesn't always feel the need to eat, and manages to find prey when he needs it. However, that being said, he doesn't mind mooching off others for food, or catching prey when it comes to him. He is fiercely territorial, and will quickly get angry if someone touches/takes something that he feels belongs to him.
Appearance:
200 word example post:
Kwabangul sat himself down underneath a large pine tree. He loved the smell of pine, it made him feel clean and renewed, like fresh water from a fast-moving snow-melt stream. It was his favorite. The hairs of his rusty-red coat waved slightly in the breeze, and his tail, tipped with black, twitched in gratefulness, it was a hot day today, especially for Spring, and any breath of air was welcome. His dark brown eyes scanned the forest around him, taking in any sight of potential prey. He was feeling a slight pang of hunger, and had decided that it was probably time to go find some prey. He liked searching for prey, it was a sport for him, and it was made even more enjoyable now that he was in a forest of evergreens. The pads of his feet were slightly moist--they were sweating. He didn’t pay too much attention to this, but wished he could stop. He would end up alerting prey and potentially other wolves of his presence, and, as he didn’t really know any of the other wolves that lived in this area, he felt it would be best if no one knew he was here. Despite his carefulness, he still managed to have a good time, running through the trees after a particular piece of prey. While he wasn’t a particularly skillful or strategic hunter, he could run down just about anything when he felt like it, so he did. The rabbit he had been chasing had been foolish to leave so far from its burrow. It was now in Kwabangul’s stomach, a new kind of home.
Age: 5 years, 3 months
Height: 19 inches
Weight: 23 lbs.
Breed: Red Wolf
Gender: Male
Personality: Kwabangul grew up on little food (as in, not much at all), so he doesn't always feel the need to eat, and manages to find prey when he needs it. However, that being said, he doesn't mind mooching off others for food, or catching prey when it comes to him. He is fiercely territorial, and will quickly get angry if someone touches/takes something that he feels belongs to him.
Appearance:
200 word example post:
Kwabangul sat himself down underneath a large pine tree. He loved the smell of pine, it made him feel clean and renewed, like fresh water from a fast-moving snow-melt stream. It was his favorite. The hairs of his rusty-red coat waved slightly in the breeze, and his tail, tipped with black, twitched in gratefulness, it was a hot day today, especially for Spring, and any breath of air was welcome. His dark brown eyes scanned the forest around him, taking in any sight of potential prey. He was feeling a slight pang of hunger, and had decided that it was probably time to go find some prey. He liked searching for prey, it was a sport for him, and it was made even more enjoyable now that he was in a forest of evergreens. The pads of his feet were slightly moist--they were sweating. He didn’t pay too much attention to this, but wished he could stop. He would end up alerting prey and potentially other wolves of his presence, and, as he didn’t really know any of the other wolves that lived in this area, he felt it would be best if no one knew he was here. Despite his carefulness, he still managed to have a good time, running through the trees after a particular piece of prey. While he wasn’t a particularly skillful or strategic hunter, he could run down just about anything when he felt like it, so he did. The rabbit he had been chasing had been foolish to leave so far from its burrow. It was now in Kwabangul’s stomach, a new kind of home.