Singe
Feb 14, 2020 21:58:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2020 21:58:40 GMT -5
Name: Singe
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Side: Evil
Eye Color: She has fiery rose eyes that have a very enchanting shine when light catches them at a specific angle
Coat Colour: Her base coat is a yankee blue color, with pastel gray outlining her ears, paws, and eyes. Her back has a specific splash of black olive that travels from her forehead to the base of her tail
Physical Build: She's a rather average sized wolf, with slightly shaggy fur. She's also a bit on the bulky, sturdy side.
Picture: Optional
Personality: Singe has been known to act polite, keeping a facade for as long as she must so a wolf can trust her. Underneath the polite mask, she schemes and plans things out. There are very few times where she is truly polite, usually with wolves older than her and wolves she seems to get along with. She does not show much emotion aside from a small, slight smile.
History: Optional
Lineage: She has a brother and sister; she hardly knows her mother. Her sister left and her brother's dead.
Extra Comments: Optional
Sample Post: With winter in the air and snow on the ground, Singe knew it would be hard to catch even a mouse, especially with the loud, fumbling fool beside her. Her brother, whom she dared not call by his name, kept bounding from bush to bush, effectively scaring off anything in them; she even saw a rabbit bound away from a bush. Singe huffed and kept on, thinking and not scanning for food. Then, she saw it. A stag, grazing on a small bastion of grass. A thought popped in her head, and the thought made her shiver. She called her brother over, and he barreled to her. Her brother lost his footing and slid right before the stag. It bellowed in alarm and bounded back a bit, then turned to face her brother with courage and anger. Her brother backed up and snarled a bit too harshly, causing the stag to charge. Singe watched as her brother dodged and tried to bite to no avail. After getting bored, she slinked away, leaving her brother to his fate.
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Side: Evil
Eye Color: She has fiery rose eyes that have a very enchanting shine when light catches them at a specific angle
Coat Colour: Her base coat is a yankee blue color, with pastel gray outlining her ears, paws, and eyes. Her back has a specific splash of black olive that travels from her forehead to the base of her tail
Physical Build: She's a rather average sized wolf, with slightly shaggy fur. She's also a bit on the bulky, sturdy side.
Picture: Optional
Personality: Singe has been known to act polite, keeping a facade for as long as she must so a wolf can trust her. Underneath the polite mask, she schemes and plans things out. There are very few times where she is truly polite, usually with wolves older than her and wolves she seems to get along with. She does not show much emotion aside from a small, slight smile.
History: Optional
Lineage: She has a brother and sister; she hardly knows her mother. Her sister left and her brother's dead.
Extra Comments: Optional
Sample Post: With winter in the air and snow on the ground, Singe knew it would be hard to catch even a mouse, especially with the loud, fumbling fool beside her. Her brother, whom she dared not call by his name, kept bounding from bush to bush, effectively scaring off anything in them; she even saw a rabbit bound away from a bush. Singe huffed and kept on, thinking and not scanning for food. Then, she saw it. A stag, grazing on a small bastion of grass. A thought popped in her head, and the thought made her shiver. She called her brother over, and he barreled to her. Her brother lost his footing and slid right before the stag. It bellowed in alarm and bounded back a bit, then turned to face her brother with courage and anger. Her brother backed up and snarled a bit too harshly, causing the stag to charge. Singe watched as her brother dodged and tried to bite to no avail. After getting bored, she slinked away, leaving her brother to his fate.