Svalbard
May 26, 2022 22:20:32 GMT -5
Post by Svalbard on May 26, 2022 22:20:32 GMT -5
Name: Svalbard
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Side: Neutral
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Coat Colour: White with black and grey markings
Physical Build: Built like a powerhouse, Svalbard is taller than most wolves with rippling muscle, especially in his chest and shoulders. His legs, however, are long to keep him swift on his paws. He has a few old scars hidden under his thick fur, and some bite marks in his ears from past battles.
Picture: ibb.co/LYQkYPy
Personality: Svalbard is a very serious and intelligent wolf, and his smile is rare. He is rather cold and quiet, but make no mistake - he is very headstrong and an incredibly fierce fighter. A born alpha, he is fiercely dominant and authoritative with an air around him that screams respect. He has no patience for insubordination, and will often physically punish anyone who dares disrespect him. He would much rather be a loner than take orders from anyone.
He is hot-headed, and his anger lashes out like an aggressive serpent. Having a rough past, it will take a lot of time for him to open his heart to anyone - and even more time to earn his respect. Despite his cold, gruff nature, however, Svalbard is exceptionally loyal to all those close to him. He would lunge for the throat of another wolf without hesitation to protect his friends and family.
History: Svalbard is very quiet about his past, quick to change the subject or even become hostile when asked. What is known is that he was a part of a pack in a frigid, snowy wasteland of a territory. He didn't get along with his packmates and had a poor relationship with his family. He eventually left for reasons that he refuses to speak about.
Sample Post: The moon rose high over the snowy, barren wasteland, casting away the darkness of the night as nature's teeming life began to settle down for their slumber. The brutal winter showed no mercy, the unforgiving blizzard only making life harder for Svalbard in his beaten and broken state. The large male's sky blue eyes narrowed to fixate on the border to the south, his breath labored and misting in front of him before dissipating into the cool air of the night. He was hunched over in a painful position, blood slowly dripping from his maw and pooling on the snow below. His ears flattened anxiously, knowing he would be followed if he didn't leave now. It was going to take a lot of courage and willpower to leave the only place he's ever known, but he knew in his heart that better things were to come. Nothing was left from him here, and he'd be killed if he dared to stay. He just had to be brave, like that scraggly old silver-furred shaman had always told him. And with that, he shook his head, took a deep breath, wincing as he pushed through the pain. He started off with a slow, painful lope, but he had to be strong. It was time. He ran. Never to look back, never to return.
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Side: Neutral
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Coat Colour: White with black and grey markings
Physical Build: Built like a powerhouse, Svalbard is taller than most wolves with rippling muscle, especially in his chest and shoulders. His legs, however, are long to keep him swift on his paws. He has a few old scars hidden under his thick fur, and some bite marks in his ears from past battles.
Picture: ibb.co/LYQkYPy
Personality: Svalbard is a very serious and intelligent wolf, and his smile is rare. He is rather cold and quiet, but make no mistake - he is very headstrong and an incredibly fierce fighter. A born alpha, he is fiercely dominant and authoritative with an air around him that screams respect. He has no patience for insubordination, and will often physically punish anyone who dares disrespect him. He would much rather be a loner than take orders from anyone.
He is hot-headed, and his anger lashes out like an aggressive serpent. Having a rough past, it will take a lot of time for him to open his heart to anyone - and even more time to earn his respect. Despite his cold, gruff nature, however, Svalbard is exceptionally loyal to all those close to him. He would lunge for the throat of another wolf without hesitation to protect his friends and family.
History: Svalbard is very quiet about his past, quick to change the subject or even become hostile when asked. What is known is that he was a part of a pack in a frigid, snowy wasteland of a territory. He didn't get along with his packmates and had a poor relationship with his family. He eventually left for reasons that he refuses to speak about.
Sample Post: The moon rose high over the snowy, barren wasteland, casting away the darkness of the night as nature's teeming life began to settle down for their slumber. The brutal winter showed no mercy, the unforgiving blizzard only making life harder for Svalbard in his beaten and broken state. The large male's sky blue eyes narrowed to fixate on the border to the south, his breath labored and misting in front of him before dissipating into the cool air of the night. He was hunched over in a painful position, blood slowly dripping from his maw and pooling on the snow below. His ears flattened anxiously, knowing he would be followed if he didn't leave now. It was going to take a lot of courage and willpower to leave the only place he's ever known, but he knew in his heart that better things were to come. Nothing was left from him here, and he'd be killed if he dared to stay. He just had to be brave, like that scraggly old silver-furred shaman had always told him. And with that, he shook his head, took a deep breath, wincing as he pushed through the pain. He started off with a slow, painful lope, but he had to be strong. It was time. He ran. Never to look back, never to return.