Post by ♥Sage♥ on Aug 6, 2007 17:20:04 GMT -5
Name:Sage
Age:3 1/2 years old
Gender:Female
Breed:Timber Wolf
Pack:none
Rank:none
Description:Sage
Personality:Sage has a sharp tongue and isn't one of those wolves that likes asking for help. She tends to talk a lot but thats her nature. She can be sweet when she wants to, but unless you are nice don't count on her being nice back. Sage is very protective of her pack, and would do anything in her power to keep them strong. She is also very good with little pups, meaning she would make a great mother, but she hasn't been offered the chance to be a mother yet.
Sage is very stubborn and has a very mild temper, meaning she could easily handle a little pup pulling her ears and tail.But she is also is very good natured and only becomes aggressive when she feels the need too.She is very kind to most of her pack mates, unless you annoy her, then she may ingore you for a few hours. Also if you get in her way that could cause a problem to. A hint of advise, let her go where she wants our this pretty angel may get a little ugly.
History:Sage was born to a loving family. She has one sister who she loves dearly, and then, of course, a mother who she also loved dearly. She would stay with the pack while her mother hunted with some of the pack members for food, but when Sage turned 6 weeks old, she began to follow her mother on her hunting trips.Her mother would catch live prey and let her and her sister play with it for a while, before killing it. Life seemed good and perfect, seemed like nothing could go wrong, that Sage could live in peace with her mother, sister and the pack for the rest of her life, but tragedy struck one day, changing her life forever.
Sage was about 1 1/2 when her worst nightmare struck. She was out hunting carelessly with her mother and sister when she spotted man. He seemed friendly, but when her mother shoved her and told her and her sister to run, she listened. Her mother wasn't far behind them but when that clear shot filled the air, and her mother let out a plead of help, Sage knew something was wrong, but she kept running, in fear that something would happen to herself. Days went by before her and her sister found their mother's body;dead. Sage was devastated, but she knew she had to move in. She began to act like her mother, strong, powerful, and willing to do anything. And one day she became Alpha Female. She had to thank her mother for what she had taught her.
Other: She tends to say "hun" at the end of almost every sentence
Code Word:touskey
Rp Example:~~From my Stray Website~~
Emma walked up the sidewalk. The street to the left of her was bare, no cars in sight. Her pads felt frozen on the sidewalk floor, but she had to keep moving. As the rain began to fall harder and harder, it became harder to see. She slowed down a tad and looked around as she walked. She crouched low to the cold surface as a drunk guy threw a empty beer bottle at her. She yelped a quiet but painful yelp as a splinter on the glass cut her brown and white fur. She stood up once more, looking at the man with more the just hatred in her eyes. But man was very dangerous when drunk, so she dared not attack him. She turned around and trudged on, looking at the lights of time square, all the shops slowing closing and there lights shutting down. In merely a minute she was in darkness, her only light was that of the moon trying to peek out from behind the dark clouds. She looked up at the sky, then rain blinding her for a moment, then she walked on, her once beautiful blue eyes suddenly dull. Her fur was now plastered to her skin, making her very uncomfortable as she walked through a pit dark ally way. She sighed and looked around, eyes of ever color staring her down as she walked to the back of the ally. She padded silently over to a box that had been tipped over. She used her nose to lift up the soggy wet box, then pulled her wet body into it. It was dark inside the tipped box, a few holes here and there, but nothing really. The box smelled like it had been used for fish storage, but this was her only shelter. As her eyes slowly began to shut she listened to the pitter patter of the ran hitting box. She let a yawn, then slowly fell to sleep as a lone wolf howled to its own sorrows.
(If you want me to make an RP with Sage I can ^^)
Age:3 1/2 years old
Gender:Female
Breed:Timber Wolf
Pack:none
Rank:none
Description:Sage
Personality:Sage has a sharp tongue and isn't one of those wolves that likes asking for help. She tends to talk a lot but thats her nature. She can be sweet when she wants to, but unless you are nice don't count on her being nice back. Sage is very protective of her pack, and would do anything in her power to keep them strong. She is also very good with little pups, meaning she would make a great mother, but she hasn't been offered the chance to be a mother yet.
Sage is very stubborn and has a very mild temper, meaning she could easily handle a little pup pulling her ears and tail.But she is also is very good natured and only becomes aggressive when she feels the need too.She is very kind to most of her pack mates, unless you annoy her, then she may ingore you for a few hours. Also if you get in her way that could cause a problem to. A hint of advise, let her go where she wants our this pretty angel may get a little ugly.
History:Sage was born to a loving family. She has one sister who she loves dearly, and then, of course, a mother who she also loved dearly. She would stay with the pack while her mother hunted with some of the pack members for food, but when Sage turned 6 weeks old, she began to follow her mother on her hunting trips.Her mother would catch live prey and let her and her sister play with it for a while, before killing it. Life seemed good and perfect, seemed like nothing could go wrong, that Sage could live in peace with her mother, sister and the pack for the rest of her life, but tragedy struck one day, changing her life forever.
Sage was about 1 1/2 when her worst nightmare struck. She was out hunting carelessly with her mother and sister when she spotted man. He seemed friendly, but when her mother shoved her and told her and her sister to run, she listened. Her mother wasn't far behind them but when that clear shot filled the air, and her mother let out a plead of help, Sage knew something was wrong, but she kept running, in fear that something would happen to herself. Days went by before her and her sister found their mother's body;dead. Sage was devastated, but she knew she had to move in. She began to act like her mother, strong, powerful, and willing to do anything. And one day she became Alpha Female. She had to thank her mother for what she had taught her.
Other: She tends to say "hun" at the end of almost every sentence
Code Word:touskey
Rp Example:~~From my Stray Website~~
Emma walked up the sidewalk. The street to the left of her was bare, no cars in sight. Her pads felt frozen on the sidewalk floor, but she had to keep moving. As the rain began to fall harder and harder, it became harder to see. She slowed down a tad and looked around as she walked. She crouched low to the cold surface as a drunk guy threw a empty beer bottle at her. She yelped a quiet but painful yelp as a splinter on the glass cut her brown and white fur. She stood up once more, looking at the man with more the just hatred in her eyes. But man was very dangerous when drunk, so she dared not attack him. She turned around and trudged on, looking at the lights of time square, all the shops slowing closing and there lights shutting down. In merely a minute she was in darkness, her only light was that of the moon trying to peek out from behind the dark clouds. She looked up at the sky, then rain blinding her for a moment, then she walked on, her once beautiful blue eyes suddenly dull. Her fur was now plastered to her skin, making her very uncomfortable as she walked through a pit dark ally way. She sighed and looked around, eyes of ever color staring her down as she walked to the back of the ally. She padded silently over to a box that had been tipped over. She used her nose to lift up the soggy wet box, then pulled her wet body into it. It was dark inside the tipped box, a few holes here and there, but nothing really. The box smelled like it had been used for fish storage, but this was her only shelter. As her eyes slowly began to shut she listened to the pitter patter of the ran hitting box. She let a yawn, then slowly fell to sleep as a lone wolf howled to its own sorrows.
(If you want me to make an RP with Sage I can ^^)