Post by Styrin on Dec 3, 2005 17:42:46 GMT -5
Name: Styrin Kripalu
Breed: Gray Wolf
Gender: Masculine
Age: 2 Springs
Family: Firen, Nakoi, Dim, Clash, Xavin, and Mirio (all deceased)
Personality: Styrin is very patient normally with many wolves, but he is usually unsure around new wolves and new scents. When he greets others, he makes his optics turn as cold as ice, just to hide his emotions until he has gotten to know the wolf he just met. He's normally very relaxed and composed, speaking in a deep and low tone, unless he is excited or estatic.
When around his close friends or family, Styrin seems to take on a completely different attitude. He does smile a lot more than he does around accuaintences, and his tone sometimes becomes light and airy. He only does this with his close friends so that he knows who's seen him like that, and who's trustworthy. It takes a little bit of effort to win the trust of this brutan, and even more to win his love, because after the accident, he hasn't trusted many others.
Description: The color of Styrin's optics are an electric yellow, but can darken and lighten with his mood. When he meets new wolven, he tends to make his optics turn as cold as ice, and make all emotion in them fade. He does this so he won't give away any weakness to a might-be enemy. His pelt is that of a rich ebony color, that is always very sleek and shiny, and doesn't seem to ruffle even when he is romping about with others. His coat is an average length, proving to be the perfect coat for summer and winter alike.
Styrin's entire body is a mixture of massive and strong build, and a muscular frame. Ever since he was little, being the oldest heir to the alphen throne, he was expected to take rigorous training with his father, and that he did. Now, his stance you can see, is powerful when he walks, and he demands respect in every way possible. They way he carries himself, high and with pride, at all times, shows everyone that this is not a wolf to be messed with. He acts very tough and cruel to all, and only pulls down his attitude and walking when around Kaysha. He's proud in his strength, and uses his power well when he needs to be. His frame is large considering his parents were both opposites in size, his father larger than his mother by a great deal, and he is seen as the biggest wolf in the whole Sinful Abyss territory. His height is 32 inches up to his shoulder, 6.3 feet long from his nares to the tip of his tassle, and he weighs 150 pounds.
History: Styrin was born as the eldest of six, but sadly, one was a still-born pup, and he then was only left with four siblings. As the oldest, he felt that he always had to prove himself to the other pups and to his alpha parents; seeing as he was first in line for the throne of alphaship. He was very friendly with all the pack members, and all adored this cute, black pup because of his feats and charm.
One day, Styrin came across another pup in the forest. She was whimpering, dreadfully thin, and wasting away on the mossy forest floor. Even her ice blue optics and light brown pelt were lacking all shine and life. She had told him her name was Destiny, and he, thinking he was doing a good deed, brought her back to the pack.
Little did he know what an impact Destiny would have on his life. As they grew up together, Styrin was beginning to fancy her, and then he began to crave for her presence near him every day. He thought that it was heaven the day that he told her he loved her, and she said it back. He was close to two years old, and he was going to ask her to be his alphess when he inherited the throne when he turned two springs.
But one gray, cloudy day, Destiny disappeared. Styrin drove himself crazy trying to find her, combing the woods and taking his younger siblings with him. Four days passed, and each day that passed, the sky got even darker of a gray. Finally, on the fifth day, it began a downpour. Lightning thundered overhead, and rain poured on the searching Styrin. Then, he saw Destiny's now-glossy brown coat, and barked at her.
When he got nearer to her, he realized there were more with her, and not wolves. There were humans with her, and one was holding something attached to her neck. He ran back to the pack, and yelped about the oncoming humans. He heard growling and snarling behind him, and whipped around. There were the humans, pointing bright metal sticks towards him and his pack. "Destiny!" he croaked, not believing what was happening.
Destiny smirked at Styrin's pathetic croak, and replied, "Sorry, love, but you were such a brainless fool." His mind shattered, as did his heart, and he ran. The gunshots filled his sharp auds, and pounded in his head. He was hit, on one of his pads, by a raging bullet, that left a small indentation through his pads. He ran for hours, and then stopped when the guns did. He stopped, panting, and then turned back, walking cautiously towards the dens. That's when he saw his parents, his pack, and his siblings lying in mud, but not made by just the water, made with blood as well.
He tore off again through the woods, headed towards a new life, hoping it would be far from humans. Destiny had sliced his heart into strands of thread, and it ruined his trust in others. It was now a fight to communicate and trust others, and this made him stay as a loner for half a year.
Then, one day, Styrin realized that he needed to eat, and fast, because he was slowly wasting away. As his nares weakly searched the air, he smelt something, something bloody. Food raced in his mind, and he sprinted for the smell, wanting it to be food to cease the growling in his ravenous stomach.
There it was; a carcass of a moose, only half eaten. His maw watering, he walked towards the meat, waiting for him, until he stopped, and pricked his auds. -UNDER CONSTRUCTION-
Breed: Gray Wolf
Gender: Masculine
Age: 2 Springs
Family: Firen, Nakoi, Dim, Clash, Xavin, and Mirio (all deceased)
Personality: Styrin is very patient normally with many wolves, but he is usually unsure around new wolves and new scents. When he greets others, he makes his optics turn as cold as ice, just to hide his emotions until he has gotten to know the wolf he just met. He's normally very relaxed and composed, speaking in a deep and low tone, unless he is excited or estatic.
When around his close friends or family, Styrin seems to take on a completely different attitude. He does smile a lot more than he does around accuaintences, and his tone sometimes becomes light and airy. He only does this with his close friends so that he knows who's seen him like that, and who's trustworthy. It takes a little bit of effort to win the trust of this brutan, and even more to win his love, because after the accident, he hasn't trusted many others.
Description: The color of Styrin's optics are an electric yellow, but can darken and lighten with his mood. When he meets new wolven, he tends to make his optics turn as cold as ice, and make all emotion in them fade. He does this so he won't give away any weakness to a might-be enemy. His pelt is that of a rich ebony color, that is always very sleek and shiny, and doesn't seem to ruffle even when he is romping about with others. His coat is an average length, proving to be the perfect coat for summer and winter alike.
Styrin's entire body is a mixture of massive and strong build, and a muscular frame. Ever since he was little, being the oldest heir to the alphen throne, he was expected to take rigorous training with his father, and that he did. Now, his stance you can see, is powerful when he walks, and he demands respect in every way possible. They way he carries himself, high and with pride, at all times, shows everyone that this is not a wolf to be messed with. He acts very tough and cruel to all, and only pulls down his attitude and walking when around Kaysha. He's proud in his strength, and uses his power well when he needs to be. His frame is large considering his parents were both opposites in size, his father larger than his mother by a great deal, and he is seen as the biggest wolf in the whole Sinful Abyss territory. His height is 32 inches up to his shoulder, 6.3 feet long from his nares to the tip of his tassle, and he weighs 150 pounds.
History: Styrin was born as the eldest of six, but sadly, one was a still-born pup, and he then was only left with four siblings. As the oldest, he felt that he always had to prove himself to the other pups and to his alpha parents; seeing as he was first in line for the throne of alphaship. He was very friendly with all the pack members, and all adored this cute, black pup because of his feats and charm.
One day, Styrin came across another pup in the forest. She was whimpering, dreadfully thin, and wasting away on the mossy forest floor. Even her ice blue optics and light brown pelt were lacking all shine and life. She had told him her name was Destiny, and he, thinking he was doing a good deed, brought her back to the pack.
Little did he know what an impact Destiny would have on his life. As they grew up together, Styrin was beginning to fancy her, and then he began to crave for her presence near him every day. He thought that it was heaven the day that he told her he loved her, and she said it back. He was close to two years old, and he was going to ask her to be his alphess when he inherited the throne when he turned two springs.
But one gray, cloudy day, Destiny disappeared. Styrin drove himself crazy trying to find her, combing the woods and taking his younger siblings with him. Four days passed, and each day that passed, the sky got even darker of a gray. Finally, on the fifth day, it began a downpour. Lightning thundered overhead, and rain poured on the searching Styrin. Then, he saw Destiny's now-glossy brown coat, and barked at her.
When he got nearer to her, he realized there were more with her, and not wolves. There were humans with her, and one was holding something attached to her neck. He ran back to the pack, and yelped about the oncoming humans. He heard growling and snarling behind him, and whipped around. There were the humans, pointing bright metal sticks towards him and his pack. "Destiny!" he croaked, not believing what was happening.
Destiny smirked at Styrin's pathetic croak, and replied, "Sorry, love, but you were such a brainless fool." His mind shattered, as did his heart, and he ran. The gunshots filled his sharp auds, and pounded in his head. He was hit, on one of his pads, by a raging bullet, that left a small indentation through his pads. He ran for hours, and then stopped when the guns did. He stopped, panting, and then turned back, walking cautiously towards the dens. That's when he saw his parents, his pack, and his siblings lying in mud, but not made by just the water, made with blood as well.
He tore off again through the woods, headed towards a new life, hoping it would be far from humans. Destiny had sliced his heart into strands of thread, and it ruined his trust in others. It was now a fight to communicate and trust others, and this made him stay as a loner for half a year.
Then, one day, Styrin realized that he needed to eat, and fast, because he was slowly wasting away. As his nares weakly searched the air, he smelt something, something bloody. Food raced in his mind, and he sprinted for the smell, wanting it to be food to cease the growling in his ravenous stomach.
There it was; a carcass of a moose, only half eaten. His maw watering, he walked towards the meat, waiting for him, until he stopped, and pricked his auds. -UNDER CONSTRUCTION-