Finch
Jan 2, 2018 12:20:54 GMT -5
Post by Aquaria on Jan 2, 2018 12:20:54 GMT -5
Name: Finch
Age: 3 years old
Gender: Male
Side: Neutral
Eye Color: Shale Grey
Coat Colour: The main fur on Finch is a mixture of different shades of gray that almost resemble the texture of a rock formation. There's no telling what color is fur truly is from how many shades there are. His face, paws, and the tip of his tail, however, are a dark shade of gray.
Physical Build: Finch is smaller than most males of his age, standing slightly shorter than the rest. While he still holds some muscles in his limbs, his build is very lithe and lanky. However, what he lacks in size actually gives him an advantage when facing larger opponents or small spaces.
Picture:
Personality: Finch is a generally quiet fellow, finding more solace in being alone than with others. Truly, he isn't one for crowds and finds himself searching for a way out when too many wolves are near him. Due to this irrational fear, he has learned it's best to stay away. This does not mean he does not socialize on occasion, it simply means he chooses when its the best time to be. But if any wolf were to genuinely get close to this small fellow they'd find him to be an intelligent being with a knack for coming up with creative ideas. While most wolves think of just running straight for their prey, he's thinking of ways to out maneuver it. He thinks everything through before making a move.
History: Coming soon.....
Lineage: Shale [father, deceased], Jewel [mother, deceased]
Extra Comments: Optional
Sample Post:
Dark paws move quietly along the rock mountain side. Light gray eyes scanning to and fro as the young wolf makes his way through the shadows. His stomach gurgled with hunger driving him to search for food. What he would find this late at night, he was unsure, but there had to be something. After all, wolves weren't the only creatures out at night in these mountains.
Hopeful to find something soon, Finch pressed on. The path he was following soon led him into a patch of oak trees. The branches of the trees swaying gently in the cool night air, setting Finch's senses soaring. There was a strange scent here. Something he could not figure out right away. Surely it was something he could take down on his own. He crouched down, being sure to keep his fur from rustling any foliage under him as he crept forward. There ahead of him was a creature digging around in the moss beneath one of the trees. The sounds of crunching reached Finch's ears signaling that the animal was busy feeding on something. That was the perfect moment to strike! Without any hesitation, Finch slid behind a nearby tree. He then sneaked to the next tree and the next until he was within a couple yards of the animal. He leaned back onto his haunches and hurled himself towards it. Just as he did, a branch snapped under his paw making the creature whip around. Just as he goes to bite down on whatever he could reach, the critter landed a blow on his snout causing him to flinch in pain. Blood slowly oozing from the three claw marks across his muzzle. That's when he realized that he was trying to attack a large raccoon.
The creature did not back down or run from him but instead spat at him. She was not ready to go down without a fight. Finch grumbled under his breath. "Stupid....stupid. You should have figured out what it was before attacking...." He had hoped to find something that would put up less of a fight. But instead he ended up picking one of the nastiest of females. She stood on her back paws trying to size him up. Trying to intimidate him. Before he could even think about what to do next, the little bandit charged at him with her teeth barred as she tried to bite at his legs. Within that moment, Finch reared back and leaped over top of the creature, landing directly behind her as she went for the attack. He quickly whirled around scratching at the raccoon's behind, leaving a fresh wound there. The raccoon cries out in pain, darting right for the nearest tree. Finch huffs and runs after her, managing to grab her by the tail as she climbs. He pulls, hoping to get her down but her claws dig into the bark making it difficult. With a big heave, he manages to pull her down close enough to grab onto her behind, digging in his teeth. As he does, the raccoon makes an awful cry and lets go of the tree. This allows him to get her back down to his level. This allows him the opportunity to climb over top of her and go for the killing blow. The raccoon's eyes glaze over as his jaws crunch into her throat.
It seems like an hour had passed before Finch finally lets go of the creature. He sighs in relief, sitting beside his kill. She wouldn't be the most appetizing thing to eat but it was something. He needed whatever nourishment he could get right now. With a slight grimace, he begins to dig in, giving his stomach less of a reason to try and eat itself.
Age: 3 years old
Gender: Male
Side: Neutral
Eye Color: Shale Grey
Coat Colour: The main fur on Finch is a mixture of different shades of gray that almost resemble the texture of a rock formation. There's no telling what color is fur truly is from how many shades there are. His face, paws, and the tip of his tail, however, are a dark shade of gray.
Physical Build: Finch is smaller than most males of his age, standing slightly shorter than the rest. While he still holds some muscles in his limbs, his build is very lithe and lanky. However, what he lacks in size actually gives him an advantage when facing larger opponents or small spaces.
Picture:
Personality: Finch is a generally quiet fellow, finding more solace in being alone than with others. Truly, he isn't one for crowds and finds himself searching for a way out when too many wolves are near him. Due to this irrational fear, he has learned it's best to stay away. This does not mean he does not socialize on occasion, it simply means he chooses when its the best time to be. But if any wolf were to genuinely get close to this small fellow they'd find him to be an intelligent being with a knack for coming up with creative ideas. While most wolves think of just running straight for their prey, he's thinking of ways to out maneuver it. He thinks everything through before making a move.
History: Coming soon.....
Lineage: Shale [father, deceased], Jewel [mother, deceased]
Extra Comments: Optional
Sample Post:
Dark paws move quietly along the rock mountain side. Light gray eyes scanning to and fro as the young wolf makes his way through the shadows. His stomach gurgled with hunger driving him to search for food. What he would find this late at night, he was unsure, but there had to be something. After all, wolves weren't the only creatures out at night in these mountains.
Hopeful to find something soon, Finch pressed on. The path he was following soon led him into a patch of oak trees. The branches of the trees swaying gently in the cool night air, setting Finch's senses soaring. There was a strange scent here. Something he could not figure out right away. Surely it was something he could take down on his own. He crouched down, being sure to keep his fur from rustling any foliage under him as he crept forward. There ahead of him was a creature digging around in the moss beneath one of the trees. The sounds of crunching reached Finch's ears signaling that the animal was busy feeding on something. That was the perfect moment to strike! Without any hesitation, Finch slid behind a nearby tree. He then sneaked to the next tree and the next until he was within a couple yards of the animal. He leaned back onto his haunches and hurled himself towards it. Just as he did, a branch snapped under his paw making the creature whip around. Just as he goes to bite down on whatever he could reach, the critter landed a blow on his snout causing him to flinch in pain. Blood slowly oozing from the three claw marks across his muzzle. That's when he realized that he was trying to attack a large raccoon.
The creature did not back down or run from him but instead spat at him. She was not ready to go down without a fight. Finch grumbled under his breath. "Stupid....stupid. You should have figured out what it was before attacking...." He had hoped to find something that would put up less of a fight. But instead he ended up picking one of the nastiest of females. She stood on her back paws trying to size him up. Trying to intimidate him. Before he could even think about what to do next, the little bandit charged at him with her teeth barred as she tried to bite at his legs. Within that moment, Finch reared back and leaped over top of the creature, landing directly behind her as she went for the attack. He quickly whirled around scratching at the raccoon's behind, leaving a fresh wound there. The raccoon cries out in pain, darting right for the nearest tree. Finch huffs and runs after her, managing to grab her by the tail as she climbs. He pulls, hoping to get her down but her claws dig into the bark making it difficult. With a big heave, he manages to pull her down close enough to grab onto her behind, digging in his teeth. As he does, the raccoon makes an awful cry and lets go of the tree. This allows him to get her back down to his level. This allows him the opportunity to climb over top of her and go for the killing blow. The raccoon's eyes glaze over as his jaws crunch into her throat.
It seems like an hour had passed before Finch finally lets go of the creature. He sighs in relief, sitting beside his kill. She wouldn't be the most appetizing thing to eat but it was something. He needed whatever nourishment he could get right now. With a slight grimace, he begins to dig in, giving his stomach less of a reason to try and eat itself.
