| Blood | Adult | Brute | Warrior
G e t t o k n o w m e ;;- 'Most call me Blood. Blood of a Warrior. Origianly, I was named Warrior. Until I battled the alpha of my old pack, bloodstaining my white paws and muzzle. From then on most called me Blood, and it stuck, so I changed my name to Blood of a Warrior. I'm a 28 year old brute wolf.(4) So, most would call me a young adult wolf. I am ranked warrior, although I would prefer I higher rank, I should be grateful to have a pack at all, after all, some wolves starve for having no pack.'
A p p e a r a n c e ;;- 'As a pup, I was simply white, the oldest of a litter of four. I had an amber-ish colored eyes as a pup, though somehow they've changed to, roughly, a mossy green. How it happened is still one of my life's mysteries. My nose, is simply a dark black, rather rough like any other cainine's nose. My paws and pads are scratched and worn, and my left front paw pad has a deep wound on it, and sometimes hurts, which is very unfortunate if it happens when i'm fighting. My ears are chewn, my right ear especially, half of it is ripped right off, and my left is a bit torn. It doesn't affect my hearing, at least not most of time.
M y S e l f a n d P a s t ;;- 'Most call me stern, proud and silent. But that's only half of who I am. I'm not always stern, in fact i'm very nice. I do prefer to remain quiet unless spoken too, most of the time, and some call me shy, I'm not shy, I just prize my sollitude, and don't like being around large groups.
My history is dark. I was raised by my parants, the betas of a pack. The Gray hit my pack when I was just over puphood, I was a teen wolf, my mother and one alpha was wiped out. I saw my mom lifeless, rubbing against her chest, desperatly trying to awaken her, but she was gone, and too make matters worse, packs my pack knew were running through our territory in desperate attempt to escape, many pushing me on, seperating me from my pack and father. 'Run son! Run, and don't return! I'll search for you after!' Were the last words I heard from him, before he was lost in the large group of wolves, I did as told, running as far away from the pack as possible, until I was clearly a loner, still running the lands of North America. I soon found the Occulte pack, who welcomed me.'
C r u s h ;;- 'Maybe a tiny one on Aimee, I couldn't possibly say more.'
M a t e ;;- 'I wish of this one day.'
P u p s ;;- 'No, not yet.'
