Name: Windigo -win de go-
Gender: Female
Windigo had been a strong fighter within her pack, She had been asked to lead a second battalion during a time of battle while the alpha and beta lead two others. They were coming at the enemy from all angels to ensure their victory. However they had not predicted the events that played out. Instead of ambushing their enemy they were the ones who were ambushed and most killed. Windigo was one of the few who were taken hostage. Due to her obvious strength and cunning ingenuity she was thrown into the pits with fighters from her own pack as well as others. They were to fight and kill one another until only one stood standing. The winner was the one who claimed their freedom.
The fights dragged on for days without end. No food or water was found in the pits. Many simply collapsed from exhaustion. Others refused to fall and continued fighting to the bitter end. Windigo was one of the last in the pits. There were three who survived all the rest. An old battle wolf of at least ten years but proved he was well worth his fangs. A young male about the same age as Windigo who was arrogant and thought that he was invincible. Then there was Windigo. Again the battle began. However Windigo soon felt a sharp pain as the younger male's claws raked down her hind legs and his fangs sank into her tail. She thrashed around trying to shake him loose but he refused to let go. She heard a loud crack as her tailbone snapped and her tail was torn off. She felt the muscles and nerves tear and it caused her a great deal of pain. Windigo was nearly at the point she wanted to give up, however she knew that if she did she would surely loose more than just her tail. A shriek of pain rang out and when she looked she saw the younger male laying dead and his jugular falling from the old male's jaws. Windigo swallowed hard now in fear for her life. She could see that this male was much more powerful than she was and that he would probably kill her just the same. Before any more pain was felt Windigo's sight went blurry then black. She collapsed without warning. Had she lost the fight? Was she dead? She did not know.....
She is suppose to be a German Shepherd Dog cross.
She had demon wings though they match in with the fur color.
Four ear rings all a silver blue
Green/brown bandanna
Feathered tail band.
She has a Mohawk and two type tribal markings.
Designed by
Lonewolf-Gage
Gender: Female
Windigo had been a strong fighter within her pack, She had been asked to lead a second battalion during a time of battle while the alpha and beta lead two others. They were coming at the enemy from all angels to ensure their victory. However they had not predicted the events that played out. Instead of ambushing their enemy they were the ones who were ambushed and most killed. Windigo was one of the few who were taken hostage. Due to her obvious strength and cunning ingenuity she was thrown into the pits with fighters from her own pack as well as others. They were to fight and kill one another until only one stood standing. The winner was the one who claimed their freedom.
The fights dragged on for days without end. No food or water was found in the pits. Many simply collapsed from exhaustion. Others refused to fall and continued fighting to the bitter end. Windigo was one of the last in the pits. There were three who survived all the rest. An old battle wolf of at least ten years but proved he was well worth his fangs. A young male about the same age as Windigo who was arrogant and thought that he was invincible. Then there was Windigo. Again the battle began. However Windigo soon felt a sharp pain as the younger male's claws raked down her hind legs and his fangs sank into her tail. She thrashed around trying to shake him loose but he refused to let go. She heard a loud crack as her tailbone snapped and her tail was torn off. She felt the muscles and nerves tear and it caused her a great deal of pain. Windigo was nearly at the point she wanted to give up, however she knew that if she did she would surely loose more than just her tail. A shriek of pain rang out and when she looked she saw the younger male laying dead and his jugular falling from the old male's jaws. Windigo swallowed hard now in fear for her life. She could see that this male was much more powerful than she was and that he would probably kill her just the same. Before any more pain was felt Windigo's sight went blurry then black. She collapsed without warning. Had she lost the fight? Was she dead? She did not know.....
She is suppose to be a German Shepherd Dog cross.
She had demon wings though they match in with the fur color.
Four ear rings all a silver blue
Green/brown bandanna
Feathered tail band.
She has a Mohawk and two type tribal markings.
Designed by
Lonewolf-Gage
