They call me Shadow,though that is not my real name. I'm a wanderer, forever walking through forests and arctic tundras, searching for a purpose. Yet in my four year effort... I have repeatedly failed... This is where my story began...
It was a cold "December, 12, 20-12" I heard humans say. I was but a pup that year, a pack claimed my families entire being. That year held two wars in it, one for us wolves, and one for the humans. The human war was short-lived for the war, which held humans defenders and all other forces attackers, had an inevitable end... Our war though was between two packs: one the 'Red' wolves, who's pelt were crimson red and moral always higher than the moon itself, and the 'Black' wolves, who's pelts where as dark as a starless sky with thoughts always set headstrong and seeking triumph, challenge, and something I didn't quite understand... The 'Red' wolf pack, the victors, used strategy defeating the 'Black' wolf pack who sought alliance with a near 'White' wolf pack, which both small pack combined strength and power and fought head on with all the 'Red' pack had to offer... near casualties drew back the 'White' wolves but the 'Black' pack fought strong until no Black-wolf stood, but me, I had left to a safe haven in the nearby forest where one 'White' wolf pack member took care of me for the next month. He soon let me free, to the worlds fate of what would become of me, the world rejected my very being...but something, didn't. So I set off, facing the worlds worst, prevailing, for four years straight I traveled searching for something,someone,anything and anyone to,in hope, find a purpose. I have found one such place that is said to have a larger population of wolves than most... I am within a paw of Jasper Park, and hoping for any wolf here for any information on a Black, White, or for good measure a Red wolf in the area...
It was a cold "December, 12, 20-12" I heard humans say. I was but a pup that year, a pack claimed my families entire being. That year held two wars in it, one for us wolves, and one for the humans. The human war was short-lived for the war, which held humans defenders and all other forces attackers, had an inevitable end... Our war though was between two packs: one the 'Red' wolves, who's pelt were crimson red and moral always higher than the moon itself, and the 'Black' wolves, who's pelts where as dark as a starless sky with thoughts always set headstrong and seeking triumph, challenge, and something I didn't quite understand... The 'Red' wolf pack, the victors, used strategy defeating the 'Black' wolf pack who sought alliance with a near 'White' wolf pack, which both small pack combined strength and power and fought head on with all the 'Red' pack had to offer... near casualties drew back the 'White' wolves but the 'Black' pack fought strong until no Black-wolf stood, but me, I had left to a safe haven in the nearby forest where one 'White' wolf pack member took care of me for the next month. He soon let me free, to the worlds fate of what would become of me, the world rejected my very being...but something, didn't. So I set off, facing the worlds worst, prevailing, for four years straight I traveled searching for something,someone,anything and anyone to,in hope, find a purpose. I have found one such place that is said to have a larger population of wolves than most... I am within a paw of Jasper Park, and hoping for any wolf here for any information on a Black, White, or for good measure a Red wolf in the area...
Species-Wolf
Age-16
Fur color- jet black
Eye color- Changes color to mood.
Blood Red-Pissed or Determined
Blue-Happy
Green-In the mood
Gray-Sad
Yellow-Jealous
Favorite Food- Pizza
Mate-Kylie Alpha
Traits- Cares for all family and friends. Keeps friends close though enemies closer. Will do anything for my mate Kylie. Don't piss me off and the floor wont have to be the color of my eyes.
Likes- Pizza(Derp), family, my mate Kylie, good friends, technology, German Shepards, hunting.
Dislikes- People that troll on everything they can, Muddy Fur -_-, our government, bad weather(Cant ride my four wheeler)
Age-16
Fur color- jet black
Eye color- Changes color to mood.
Blood Red-Pissed or Determined
Blue-Happy
Green-In the mood
Gray-Sad
Yellow-Jealous
Favorite Food- Pizza
Mate-Kylie Alpha
Traits- Cares for all family and friends. Keeps friends close though enemies closer. Will do anything for my mate Kylie. Don't piss me off and the floor wont have to be the color of my eyes.
Likes- Pizza(Derp), family, my mate Kylie, good friends, technology, German Shepards, hunting.
Dislikes- People that troll on everything they can, Muddy Fur -_-, our government, bad weather(Cant ride my four wheeler)
One day, when Eve was on a hunt with Winston, she began to stalk 3 caribou. She called Winston over quietly. They were getting closer and closer, slowly, she was ready to pounce, when one of caribou noticed her. She and Winston started running, and Eve was trying to keep up. All of a sudden, Eve hurt her paw, and fell to the ground, and a caribou hit her. Winston ran after her, and whimpered. He carried her back to the den, and wouldn't leave her until she healed, which was in two days. After that, the first words she said were "Winston, lets make sure we rip off that caribou's tail, and shove it down it's throat!". And after that day, she had violent mood swings.
Who should I do next? I'm thinking Hutch or Kate.
Who should I do next? I'm thinking Hutch or Kate.