Djinn
Nov 26, 2018 19:37:01 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2018 19:37:01 GMT -5
Name: Djinn
Age: 4 years?
Gender: Male
Side: Good
Eye Color: Yellow
Coat Colour: White base coat. Dark blue face and back that fades to blue and thins out into skunk stripe across haunches and top of tail. Blue tail tip. Blue stripes on back legs. Dark blue stockings on front legs. Black ears and black swoop marking under both eyes.
Physical Build: He is mostly average. His muzzle may be a bit shorter, and his ears a bit bigger. Height wise, Djinn was just a bit lower to the grownd than most .
Picture: pic can be found here?
Personality: Djinn is good natured and very friendly. He was the one to run about tackling his siblings and talking to all the adults. He was also one to try to be older and more mature than he was, often doing brave and most likely stupid things. He's mellowed out since then, but is still willing to do incredibly stupid things to make those he cares about happy. He often thinks about having pups of his own.
History: -
Lineage: Peril X Secunda
Extra Comments:Bringing this baby back, as an old man?
Sample Post: Djinn laughed as a pup ran over to him and ended up rolling tail over nose. "Hey, are you alright little guy?"
He inched forward to nuzzle the small wolf but didn't have time to do anything else as they got up and huffed at him, "I am NOT little!"
And they ran off just like that. Djinn didn't say anything, he wasn't mad either. In fact, he was quite happy. To him a pup with a tough little spark in him meant he was destined to be a good wolf. After all, he had been the same way growing up.
Still smiling, he sat and looked up at the nice blue sky. Being the kind of guy he was, he had never been good at accepting the darker behavior of some wolves. That meant that he wasn't a good neutral. He remembered the day he realized that he was good and not neutral. It had been a sad day for him because even though he didn't feel like he belonged, and even though he didn't like how some of the Frigid Plague worked, he still had loved his pack.
He missed his mom.
With a sigh, he looked back to the pups playing around the camp and wondered briefly if he'd be allowed to visit his family. Maybe he could say hi to hi mom, and maybe -just maybe- he could convince his siblings to have a good old wrestling match. He laughed again, but this time it was only to himself. That second part was never going to happen.
Age: 4 years?
Gender: Male
Side: Good
Eye Color: Yellow
Coat Colour: White base coat. Dark blue face and back that fades to blue and thins out into skunk stripe across haunches and top of tail. Blue tail tip. Blue stripes on back legs. Dark blue stockings on front legs. Black ears and black swoop marking under both eyes.
Physical Build: He is mostly average. His muzzle may be a bit shorter, and his ears a bit bigger. Height wise, Djinn was just a bit lower to the grownd than most .
Picture: pic can be found here?
Personality: Djinn is good natured and very friendly. He was the one to run about tackling his siblings and talking to all the adults. He was also one to try to be older and more mature than he was, often doing brave and most likely stupid things. He's mellowed out since then, but is still willing to do incredibly stupid things to make those he cares about happy. He often thinks about having pups of his own.
History: -
Lineage: Peril X Secunda
Extra Comments:Bringing this baby back, as an old man?
Sample Post: Djinn laughed as a pup ran over to him and ended up rolling tail over nose. "Hey, are you alright little guy?"
He inched forward to nuzzle the small wolf but didn't have time to do anything else as they got up and huffed at him, "I am NOT little!"
And they ran off just like that. Djinn didn't say anything, he wasn't mad either. In fact, he was quite happy. To him a pup with a tough little spark in him meant he was destined to be a good wolf. After all, he had been the same way growing up.
Still smiling, he sat and looked up at the nice blue sky. Being the kind of guy he was, he had never been good at accepting the darker behavior of some wolves. That meant that he wasn't a good neutral. He remembered the day he realized that he was good and not neutral. It had been a sad day for him because even though he didn't feel like he belonged, and even though he didn't like how some of the Frigid Plague worked, he still had loved his pack.
He missed his mom.
With a sigh, he looked back to the pups playing around the camp and wondered briefly if he'd be allowed to visit his family. Maybe he could say hi to hi mom, and maybe -just maybe- he could convince his siblings to have a good old wrestling match. He laughed again, but this time it was only to himself. That second part was never going to happen.