November Trees ♕
➳ Nickname ;; November Trees ➳ Age ;; Three Years ➳ Crush ;; No One ➳ Rank ;; Hunter ➳ Looks ;; xXx ➳ Tags ;; None- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His black pelt glimmered agents the morning sunlight as it streamed from the sky above, down to the Earth, and onto his dark black pelt. Due to the color of his fur being so dark, his toung rolled out of his mouth ad the heat burned up his body. Rolling onto the side, the cool dirt started to help cool him down. Tilting his head up, above, he could see the shade of a tree looming down over him. The green leaves fluttered in the wind as a small gust of the air came by. Feeling the corners of his cheeks roll up, he rolled back onto his stomach, putting his head down onto his paws. In the distance, November Trees saw many wolves doing many different things. Some were coming back from hunting, some were talking to others, and others were doing as he was doing. Nothing. November Trees stayed close to the other wolves around in this woods. So all the wolves often were close together in the pack. And the tree that he was laying under at that moment, he could see just enough wolves around him to make him feel safe.
The sound of a bug rolled by, making the brute's ear snap back at the sound of a fly buzzing around his head. That was it. The bordum that struck his body was too much for November Trees to take anymore. Rising up to his four feet, his black tail swayed behind him in a calm fashion. He slowly looked around the woods, taking in every single feature that the woods had. The grass that reached up to the sky like it was trying to toutch the clouds. The rocks that lay in heaps around the pack. And the trees that seemed to grow like that was the only mission in life that they were assigned too. But most importantly, the wolves there. November Trees looked around, scanning all the pack wolves, wondering who he should go and talk too.
Chief ♕
➳ Nickname ;; Chief ➳ Age ;; Four Years ➳ Crush ;; No One ➳ Rank ;; Loner ➳ Looks ;; xXx ➳ Tags ;; None- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His golden eyes flickered through the woods as he slowly walked from the woods and into the clearing of the pack where he stayed. The warm sun beat down on his grey pelt, making it warm. So warm that the brute had to shake his pelt just so, so then maybe a swoosh of wind would come in and help cool him. Turning his head over to the side, he bit on the bottom of his lip, and lowered his haunches to the ground. It was a rather beautiful day, but for some reason, Chief was sad. It was a day like this that all hell broke loose in his life. Just the thought of the memory that flashed through his mind made his eyes seem to burst into flames of anger, and out of instinct, his teeth flared. But a half of a second passed, before Chief realized it was just a memory, and slowly, he lowered his gaise to his paws, and felt his body start to calm into just a slight bubble of anger.
Turning his head to the side, Chief wondered if it would be wise to go back into the woods and take another walk. Sometimes, just walking in the woods, or hunting, would calm him down. For many wolves, talking to others, and shareing their emotions, that would calm them down. But Chief laughed in the face of those wolves. The last thing that he ever liked was being with others. For some reason, he grew angrier the happier the other wolves were. It was like he was a total opposite of everyone else in the world. Chief knew that he could never control his rage. And if wolves tried to talk to him, it would often result with him growing into a pit of rage and scaring them off. But thats just how he was.
Lady Bambi ♕
➳ Nickname ;; Bambi ➳ Age ;; Three Years ➳ Crush ;; No One ➳ Rank ;; Loner ➳ Looks ;; xXx ➳ Tags ;; No One- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
She slowly woke up from the pit of her den, her baby blue eyes fluttering open as she leaned her front paws out infront of her, and felt her body stretch so far out, that many bones in her back popped. It felt wonderful. Rising to her feet, she looked around the empty den. It was dark. The fire of last night had burned dim, then passed on into ash wile she slept. Shrugging her shoulders, she slowly turned to the mouth of the den, where the light streamed in, seeming to blind the young female. Blinking a few times, she started to make her way to the entryway of the den. Poking her head out, the sun still seemed to blind her, as she squinted her eyes. Finally, they became adjusted to the light, and she let her thin, and small frame leave the comfort of her den. Life in this woods was boring. Bambi was a loner, and yet, no one in this woods ever came around her really. So most days, Bambi would just float around the woods, occasionally hunting, and very rarley talking to other wolves. But that was just the way life was for Bambi. Lonely and boring.
Her thin, frail body loomed over a small puddle that lay under a tree. as she looked down into it. Her heart immedently sunk as she looked at herself. Her baby blue eyes glimmering. That was the best feature of Bambi. Her eyes. The rest of her was just... average. Many times Bambi had looked at herself in the reflection of the water and felt herself grow ashamed of her looks. Often, she was immedently repulsed. Many wolves held different talents. Some were beautiful, some were graceful, some were kind hearted, some were funny, and so on. But that was nothing close to what Bambi was like. Bambi hated how she looked. She was far from beautiful, that was the main reason why she guessed many wolves didnt talk to her. It was a lonely life, and Bambi was not graceful, nor funny, nor anything amazing. She was average. If anything, below average. But she knew that was just how life worked sometimes. Not everyone was designed to be unique. Some were created to make the others stand out. And Bambi was one of those wolves that never had the opportunity to shine.
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➳ Nickname ;; Chief ➳ Age ;; Four Years ➳ Crush ;; No One ➳ Rank ;; Fighter ➳ Looks ;; xXx ➳ Tags ;; None- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His golden eyes flickered through the woods as he slowly walked from the woods and into the clearing of where he stayed. The warm sun beat down on his grey pelt, making it warm. So warm that the brute had to shake his pelt just so, so then maybe a swoosh of wind would come in and help cool him. Turning his head over to the side, he bit on the bottom of his lip, and lowered his haunches to the ground. It was a rather beautiful day, but for some reason, Chief was sad. It was a day like this that all hell broke loose in his life. Just the thought of the memory that flashed through his mind made his eyes seem to burst into flames of anger, and out of instinct, his teeth flared. But a half of a second passed, before Chief realized it was just a memory, and slowly, he lowered his gaise to his paws, and felt his body start to calm into just a slight bubble of anger.
Turning his head to the side, Chief wondered if it would be wise to go back into the woods and take another walk. Sometimes, just walking in the woods, or hunting, would calm him down. For many wolves, talking to others, and shareing their emotions, that would calm them down. But Chief laughed in the face of those wolves. The last thing that he ever liked was being with others. For some reason, he grew angrier the happier the other wolves were. It was like he was a total opposite of everyone else in the world. Chief knew that he could never control his rage. And if wolves tried to talk to him, it would often result with him growing into a pit of rage and scaring them off. But thats just how he was.
Lady Bambi ♕
➳ Nickname ;; Bambi ➳ Age ;; Three Years ➳ Crush ;; No One ➳ Rank ;; Loner ➳ Looks ;; xXx ➳ Tags ;; No One- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
She slowly woke up from the pit of her den, her baby blue eyes fluttering open as she leaned her front paws out infront of her, and felt her body stretch so far out, that many bones in her back popped. It felt wonderful. Rising to her feet, she looked around the empty den. It was dark. The fire of last night had burned dim, then passed on into ash wile she slept. Shrugging her shoulders, she slowly turned to the mouth of the den, where the light streamed in, seeming to blind the young female. Blinking a few times, she started to make her way to the entryway of the den. Poking her head out, the sun still seemed to blind her, as she squinted her eyes. Finally, they became adjusted to the light, and she let her thin, and small frame leave the comfort of her den. Life in this woods was boring. Bambi was a loner, and yet, no one in this woods ever came around her really. So most days, Bambi would just float around the woods, occasionally hunting, and very rarley talking to other wolves. But that was just the way life was for Bambi. Lonely and boring.
Her thin, frail body loomed over a small puddle that lay under a tree. as she looked down into it. Her heart immedently sunk as she looked at herself. Her baby blue eyes glimmering. That was the best feature of Bambi. Her eyes. The rest of her was just... average. Many times Bambi had looked at herself in the reflection of the water and felt herself grow ashamed of her looks. Often, she was immedently repulsed. Many wolves held different talents. Some were beautiful, some were graceful, some were kind hearted, some were funny, and so on. But that was nothing close to what Bambi was like. Bambi hated how she looked. She was far from beautiful, that was the main reason why she guessed many wolves didnt talk to her. It was a lonely life, and Bambi was not graceful, nor funny, nor anything amazing. She was average. If anything, below average. But she knew that was just how life worked sometimes. Not everyone was designed to be unique. Some were created to make the others stand out. And Bambi was one of those wolves that never had the opportunity to shine.
