Post by Silent Guardian on Jan 4, 2008 19:35:53 GMT -5
Name: Fritz
Age: 3 years
Height: About the height of a medium sized Siberian husky
Breed: Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m guessing perhaps a gray wolf.
Gender: Male
Personality: He serves to please, never wanting to anger those around him. Though he’s matured throughout the years, he still possesses those qualities from his past. His recklessness causes him a great deal of trouble, since he always jumps into battle before fully knowing the situation. Acting like he’s still but a year old, he finds it difficult to attract those his age. Hence the reason why he travels alone, for no one can stand his childish attitude for long.
Appearance: i2.tinypic.com/6l8m3wh.jpg
200 word example post: “If you don’t learn your place in this world, pup, you’ll forever wander aimlessly…” -Those words still echoed in the young wolf’s ears, even now, two and a half years later. As he slowly but surely made his way forward, with his maw lowered to the ground, he couldn’t help but muse on the past. So long ago, when he was thrust into the world alone, his mentor has spoken these very words. Its meaning had been so clear to the pup then, but now…he wasn’t so sure. This was the very state he’d find himself everyday, ever sunset, and passing of the snow. What /was/ his purpose? No matter how many times he’d repeat the question out loud, somehow hoping he’d get an answer in return, all his ears would hear is the wind’s call. Whispery and cruel.
It wasn’t until a few days ago, did he stumble upon a land that caught his interest longer than his traditional five minute attention span. As he stepped into its boundaries, he felt an odd feeling tingle through his very being, causing him to shudder with a breathy sigh. Waiting for it to pass, his brown eyes fluttered shut; causing memories he thought he had long since forgotten, rise to the surface. His brown depths slowly cracked open, his mentor’s words drifting through his mind.
“When will I know once I’ve found it? My place, I mean.”
“…Don’t fret young pup. You’ll know once you arrive…”
The rest of his words had long since faded, and now grew blurry. All fuzzy in his mind. But this was enough for now. Tilting his head skywards, Fritz grinned a wolfish grin.
Age: 3 years
Height: About the height of a medium sized Siberian husky
Breed: Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m guessing perhaps a gray wolf.
Gender: Male
Personality: He serves to please, never wanting to anger those around him. Though he’s matured throughout the years, he still possesses those qualities from his past. His recklessness causes him a great deal of trouble, since he always jumps into battle before fully knowing the situation. Acting like he’s still but a year old, he finds it difficult to attract those his age. Hence the reason why he travels alone, for no one can stand his childish attitude for long.
Appearance: i2.tinypic.com/6l8m3wh.jpg
200 word example post: “If you don’t learn your place in this world, pup, you’ll forever wander aimlessly…” -Those words still echoed in the young wolf’s ears, even now, two and a half years later. As he slowly but surely made his way forward, with his maw lowered to the ground, he couldn’t help but muse on the past. So long ago, when he was thrust into the world alone, his mentor has spoken these very words. Its meaning had been so clear to the pup then, but now…he wasn’t so sure. This was the very state he’d find himself everyday, ever sunset, and passing of the snow. What /was/ his purpose? No matter how many times he’d repeat the question out loud, somehow hoping he’d get an answer in return, all his ears would hear is the wind’s call. Whispery and cruel.
It wasn’t until a few days ago, did he stumble upon a land that caught his interest longer than his traditional five minute attention span. As he stepped into its boundaries, he felt an odd feeling tingle through his very being, causing him to shudder with a breathy sigh. Waiting for it to pass, his brown eyes fluttered shut; causing memories he thought he had long since forgotten, rise to the surface. His brown depths slowly cracked open, his mentor’s words drifting through his mind.
“When will I know once I’ve found it? My place, I mean.”
“…Don’t fret young pup. You’ll know once you arrive…”
The rest of his words had long since faded, and now grew blurry. All fuzzy in his mind. But this was enough for now. Tilting his head skywards, Fritz grinned a wolfish grin.
