Post by Dawulf on Oct 20, 2007 13:11:01 GMT -5
Name: Arkahn
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Height: 34in.
Build: 125 lbs.
Eye color: Blue
Coat color: Black
Markings: His coat is so deeply hued that it sheens blue sometimes. Scars dress his front leg and his side, as a remind of a fight with the cougar. He has a white mark on his chest.
Personality: He is sly, cunning, and dislikes others who put themselves above him, and don’t let him forget it. He has a mysterious personality, and if provoked, he will fight… but only then.
History: Through a harsh blizzard upon the summit of a far away mountain, the moon shone bright, and Arkahn, Aleska, Atarri, and Attomo were born. The cave was cold, and as their mother struggled to dry them, she was too late for Attomo. Arkahn being first born was already dried, and snuggled warmly into his mother with his sister and brother. Their father, Tyrance buried Attomo in the snow. A few weeks went by, and the pups were growing fast. Arkahn was the dominant of the three, and tended to play a little to rough. Accidentally biting his remaining brother to hard, and cutting him, Attaris cut became infected and he died of Gang Greene. Their parents said nothing of it, so Arkahn never knew he was to blame. He cared for Aleska dearly. Kythorra, their mother, was shocked at the loss of two of her four pups. Arkahn, now 8 weeks old, was beginning to understand more and more, and began to wonder about his lost siblings. One night, a cougar found the cave. Tyrance, and Kythorra fought and died for their pups, and after his parents fell, Arkahn leapt into action as the cougar rounded on him and threw him against the wall, knocking him unconscious. When he awoke, he found his parents and his beloved sister brutally slaughtered, and the cougar no where in sight. Filled with rage, though cuts on his side and leg throbbed with pain, he spoke. “I will avenge you.” He thrust out into the snow, no more then three months old, and searched for the cougar. He almost gave up when he spotted it on a mountain ledge. A new rage filled him, and he rammed the unsuspecting cat in the side, sending it hurtling off the cliff. He turned and ran down the mountain, swearing to never return has the snow covered his deep black pelt. Eventually, he taught himself how to survive, as he traveled further and further away. They say that run through the blizzard is what turned his heart so cold.
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Height: 34in.
Build: 125 lbs.
Eye color: Blue
Coat color: Black
Markings: His coat is so deeply hued that it sheens blue sometimes. Scars dress his front leg and his side, as a remind of a fight with the cougar. He has a white mark on his chest.
Personality: He is sly, cunning, and dislikes others who put themselves above him, and don’t let him forget it. He has a mysterious personality, and if provoked, he will fight… but only then.
History: Through a harsh blizzard upon the summit of a far away mountain, the moon shone bright, and Arkahn, Aleska, Atarri, and Attomo were born. The cave was cold, and as their mother struggled to dry them, she was too late for Attomo. Arkahn being first born was already dried, and snuggled warmly into his mother with his sister and brother. Their father, Tyrance buried Attomo in the snow. A few weeks went by, and the pups were growing fast. Arkahn was the dominant of the three, and tended to play a little to rough. Accidentally biting his remaining brother to hard, and cutting him, Attaris cut became infected and he died of Gang Greene. Their parents said nothing of it, so Arkahn never knew he was to blame. He cared for Aleska dearly. Kythorra, their mother, was shocked at the loss of two of her four pups. Arkahn, now 8 weeks old, was beginning to understand more and more, and began to wonder about his lost siblings. One night, a cougar found the cave. Tyrance, and Kythorra fought and died for their pups, and after his parents fell, Arkahn leapt into action as the cougar rounded on him and threw him against the wall, knocking him unconscious. When he awoke, he found his parents and his beloved sister brutally slaughtered, and the cougar no where in sight. Filled with rage, though cuts on his side and leg throbbed with pain, he spoke. “I will avenge you.” He thrust out into the snow, no more then three months old, and searched for the cougar. He almost gave up when he spotted it on a mountain ledge. A new rage filled him, and he rammed the unsuspecting cat in the side, sending it hurtling off the cliff. He turned and ran down the mountain, swearing to never return has the snow covered his deep black pelt. Eventually, he taught himself how to survive, as he traveled further and further away. They say that run through the blizzard is what turned his heart so cold.
