.: Arctic Tales :. Semi-lit ~ Accepting

[skyguy]

;; Bump.

[BT!]

Name:
"Uh, hello. I'm Pale Artist, but you can call me Artist or Art...if you get close to me I suppose you could call me Artie."

Age:
"I'm about five years and eight months old."

Gender:
"I am male."

Species:
"Arctic wolf, hence my pure white, thick pelt and the surrounding environment."

Details

Eye Color:
"Can you tell me?"
Artist's eyes are like molten gold, the actual color bright but the eyes themselves usually clouded by thought.

Markings:
"I have none; I wish I did, to be at least a bit different from the others of my kind."

History:
"My life is the same as most animals', trying to make it on this so very cold and unforgiving tundra."

Personality:
"I'm unsure. I suppose I could describe myself in one word: thoughtful."
Ah, thoughtful indeed, Artist. To be honest, I usually find you in a thoughtful stance, scanning over all the possibilities of anything you plan to do in your mind, mentally. Why do you think your eyes are always clouded? Lost in thought.

Apart from being like this, Artist is an untrusting male; sometimes he doesn't trust the ones he should. In conclusion of this one trait, he is very wary of all creatures--except for prey, of course.

As his name suggests, Artist is an artistic wolf--well, as artistic as being a wolf will allow. He loves to create new and original ways to hunt for himself, as he is currently alone in his life, and sometimes, in the snow, he likes to create odd markings with the blood of prey he has caught. To accomplish this, he must be creative, correct? Yes. He, in fact, is. His biggest dream is to become original, in some way, instead of being just "another arctic wolf" of the tundra.

Now for some of his smaller personas, such as his surprising strength. This brute is a strong animal, much stamina behind his white blanket of fur draped over his body. He is clever, skittish, and even jumpy. The rest you will have to find out on your own.

Traits:
"Tell me."
Artist is creative, strong, unoriginal (in his eyes), thoughtful, clever, and has fantastic stamina.

Siblings:
"I had two sisters once, but I haven't seen them since we left our old pack. Their names were Nameless Wonder and Still Waters."

Parents:
"My parents were Spiraling Feather--my mother--and Flashing Lights--my father."

Love Life

Crush:
"No one."

Secret Crush:
"Still, no one."

Mate:
"Once."

Ex-mate:
"Her name was Frost. Simply Frost--no second name, much unlike what my pack concocted for us to be named. We were planning to begin our own pack when...well, I've told you enough."

Picture (c) its rightful owner. :3

[skyguy]

;; Accepted! Just in time, too. We're starting.

[BT!]

((Oh, good! Who's starting? Because I'm terrible at starting posts. .-.))

[skyguy]

;; I suppose I'll have to then.

[skyguy]

ＡＣＣＡＬＩＡ

ｔｈｅ ｆｏｘ－ｗｏｌｆ

ＳＴＡＮＤ ＵＰ ＦＯＲ ＷＨＯ ＹＯＵ ＡＲＥ
Age: Four
Gender: Female
Crush: None
Tagged: None
Mood: Hunting

She stretched out across the soft snow and yawned, her eyes flickering open as she greeted the bright sun high in the sky. Immediately rising to her feet, she had the pad of the empty ice berg and frolicked towards the edge, dunking her face in to see if she could find any fish swimming close to the surface. And she hadn't any luck, so she emerged her muzzle from the cold water and looked around; there was a huge stranded whale carcass that lots of polar bears were digging into near the shore!

[skyguy]

;; Bump