Hazel
New Member
Hinata && Orion && Hook
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Post by Hazel on Feb 26, 2007 11:07:05 GMT -5
If written only even tracing the choice to save you I wouldn't answer if it even had to ask In her figure, I've instilled a taste of my own So listen up well, listen up well To make it easier, the tapered life I know As the curse will return from the hell of your heart and your soul
Name: Orion
Age: 2 Years
Sex: Male
Breed: Grey Fox
Height: Tall for his breed. =3
Lineage: Devon (sire) x Ember (dam)
Offspring: None
Birth Alliance/ Current Alliance: Neutral
Physical Appearance: With overly long legs, wide amber eyes and a sly grin spread across his mug, Orion is a handom yet slightly angular shapes male. His tail is long and tipped with white yet his fur, though upon a so called 'red fox' is silvery grey. His cheeks are stained white too, and his bright orange orbs glimmer out, shining from his dull toned barrel. His ears are pure black, as well as his paws. He also has a darker, ebonite 'saddle patch' of fur. He has a few scars across his bodice, from previous attacks.
Persona: The grin gives it all away. Carefree. Neutral from breeding, Orions family never cared much for alliances. His long legs and huge ears are perfect for his life; with wolves towering over his alliance. If he was attacked now, it wouldnt have been the first time. He doesnt want to choose between 'light' and 'dark', theres no need to be either, in his beliefs. He prefers the cunning life of the average fox, though he sometimes baskes in the company of equines.
Other: Nothing
Sample Post: From Another Site
Finaly, after three years of taunting and scheming, Raven had finaly taken control over part of the White Oak packlands. Nowur was raerly seen in the vicinity of the Nightwing pack terratory, in fear his life would be ended. And so it would. So he had given up the far corner of the lands in hope that Raven would settle for the small terrain.
Wrong, Raven would never be satifsied with such a small area of land. She wanted it all, the whole forest. And not only that. If Ravens lust for power took over, the Moon Mountain and Silver Spring packs would have to also be prepared. Soon, she would have control of the powerful forest and its inhabitants. The light wolves would have no choice but to join the darks of die. Exept Nowur and Nevermore. They had no choice. They would die at Ravens paws.
Laughing manicaly, Raven strode blissfully through her lands. Winter was soon approching. Dumb Zeal would be pleading for more pups, and he would get them. Unless, of corse, she decided to pick another brute to sire of pups. Shadow was much bigger than Zeal, even bigger than Raven and Nowur. He was young, yes, about Terra, her daighters age, but he was still tough. Even if he was a lousy fighter, he was still in good body physique. Raven licked her lips thoughtfully. Maybe he was a forcebreeder. Raven liked forcebreeders....
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Post by Grace on Feb 26, 2007 15:32:54 GMT -5
Accepted.
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