Post by Wikki on Apr 3, 2007 20:30:24 GMT -5
Name: Wikki
Description: She is rather small for a werewolf. Wikki has a mainly grey coat, the shade of a thundercloud. Her belly is much lighter, almost a white at some points. She has a black muzzle and lively, questioning grey eyes. In generally, the werewolf looks a bit "fluffy". Her ears are small for her size. They are black which sets them off from the rest of her face. She has banding on her legs, the bands being almost black to a dark grey. Her tail is a a rarity in nature, while she is a werewolf it is curled over much like some sledding dogs. Wikki is neither thickly or thinly built, and in fights she relies on cunning and her speed.
Age: 30
Personality: Bubbly and social Wikki loves to explore new things. She is over energetic, and at some points seems to almost jump from place to place. Due to constantly changing packs, Wikki has learned to analyze each werewolf carefully. And while she accepts her position as an average fighting werewolf, Wikki will not hesitate to bite upper ranking wolves who are trying to bully her or take food from her. She loves to eat almost as she like to explore. Her curiosity sometimes can get her into trouble, but Wikki usually can figure out how to get out of it. Usually the last one to give up hope, Wikki finds joy in life by surrounding herself with friends. Like all werewolves should be, Wikki is loyal to the Alpha and the pack. She loves cubs and the joy they bring to packs.
Gender: Female
History: From birth Wikki was an oddity. She was much smaller than her two sisters although at the same time she had much thicker fur. Like most werewolves she was born to the Alphas and thusly received only the best in life. Despite her small size Wikki was filled to the top with personality. She loved her grandmother who was the only werewolf who could stand her constant questions. The other two werewolves, with the except of her parent, pretty much thought of her as a pest. Wikki was always hungry and never could sit still for one moment. The Alpha Pup, White Wind loved her sister deeply and often spent much time playing with her. Yet, although Wikki was the smallest she was able to beat Butterfly, her other sister, at fighting. While Butterfly never was happy about being beat by a "runt" she was keep in check by White Wind.
As a year past, Wikki grew in size. So did her curiosity. Werewolves often passed through her parents' land as the pack was rather peaceful. By the age of twenty the stories of travelers had filled Wikki's heart and she set off to travel. Over the next two years, she travelled the lands. Sometimes she would stay with a pack for a few weeks but something always caught her attention. It was her sixth pack that Wikki finally wished to stay forever. In the spring the Alpha Female gave birth to a litter of pups and one had the same spark Wikki was born with. It was a small pack, but every wolf loved each other. Wikki was the proud Aunt, bringing food to her "little ones" whenever it was needed. The trouble occurred. A rival pack was growing too quickly for her own to keep up. In one massive wave they attacked, stealing the land from Wikki's pack. The werewolves were separated forcibly, and Wikki was pushed towards the North. One day, she hopes to find one of her sisters, if only for a short time.
Sample RP Post: Wikki ran down the hillside, her heart lighten with spring's arrival. The flowers' scent helped her forget that she was once more packless and on the move. It wasn't the first time, and Wikki doubted it would be the last. Wikki noticed that other werewolves' scent was easily found on this field. No, the place was nice but she didn't want to settle down here. After a bit, she began running towards the sunset, not wanting to test her luck. There was always tomorrow.
Other: I want to be in the Fang Clan!
Description: She is rather small for a werewolf. Wikki has a mainly grey coat, the shade of a thundercloud. Her belly is much lighter, almost a white at some points. She has a black muzzle and lively, questioning grey eyes. In generally, the werewolf looks a bit "fluffy". Her ears are small for her size. They are black which sets them off from the rest of her face. She has banding on her legs, the bands being almost black to a dark grey. Her tail is a a rarity in nature, while she is a werewolf it is curled over much like some sledding dogs. Wikki is neither thickly or thinly built, and in fights she relies on cunning and her speed.
Age: 30
Personality: Bubbly and social Wikki loves to explore new things. She is over energetic, and at some points seems to almost jump from place to place. Due to constantly changing packs, Wikki has learned to analyze each werewolf carefully. And while she accepts her position as an average fighting werewolf, Wikki will not hesitate to bite upper ranking wolves who are trying to bully her or take food from her. She loves to eat almost as she like to explore. Her curiosity sometimes can get her into trouble, but Wikki usually can figure out how to get out of it. Usually the last one to give up hope, Wikki finds joy in life by surrounding herself with friends. Like all werewolves should be, Wikki is loyal to the Alpha and the pack. She loves cubs and the joy they bring to packs.
Gender: Female
History: From birth Wikki was an oddity. She was much smaller than her two sisters although at the same time she had much thicker fur. Like most werewolves she was born to the Alphas and thusly received only the best in life. Despite her small size Wikki was filled to the top with personality. She loved her grandmother who was the only werewolf who could stand her constant questions. The other two werewolves, with the except of her parent, pretty much thought of her as a pest. Wikki was always hungry and never could sit still for one moment. The Alpha Pup, White Wind loved her sister deeply and often spent much time playing with her. Yet, although Wikki was the smallest she was able to beat Butterfly, her other sister, at fighting. While Butterfly never was happy about being beat by a "runt" she was keep in check by White Wind.
As a year past, Wikki grew in size. So did her curiosity. Werewolves often passed through her parents' land as the pack was rather peaceful. By the age of twenty the stories of travelers had filled Wikki's heart and she set off to travel. Over the next two years, she travelled the lands. Sometimes she would stay with a pack for a few weeks but something always caught her attention. It was her sixth pack that Wikki finally wished to stay forever. In the spring the Alpha Female gave birth to a litter of pups and one had the same spark Wikki was born with. It was a small pack, but every wolf loved each other. Wikki was the proud Aunt, bringing food to her "little ones" whenever it was needed. The trouble occurred. A rival pack was growing too quickly for her own to keep up. In one massive wave they attacked, stealing the land from Wikki's pack. The werewolves were separated forcibly, and Wikki was pushed towards the North. One day, she hopes to find one of her sisters, if only for a short time.
Sample RP Post: Wikki ran down the hillside, her heart lighten with spring's arrival. The flowers' scent helped her forget that she was once more packless and on the move. It wasn't the first time, and Wikki doubted it would be the last. Wikki noticed that other werewolves' scent was easily found on this field. No, the place was nice but she didn't want to settle down here. After a bit, she began running towards the sunset, not wanting to test her luck. There was always tomorrow.
Other: I want to be in the Fang Clan!