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A very fat, fluffy type of wolf that spends its baby years unable to walk. Instead, they tuck their noses and tails into their fur and roll along the ground as their mode of transportation. When fully grown, their legs are long enough for them to walk or waddle, though some still prefer to roll. Chubblies are mostly nocturnal, they live in very cold climates, and they are mainly carnivores, but have been known to eat berries. They live in extremely large packs of up to 30 or so, and cannot run very fast. They have great jumping ability and they are very smart.
Username:
weegeestar5
Chubbley's Name:
Merle
Chubbley's Gender:
Male
Chubbley's Age:
14 human years
Chubbley's Personality:
[lively] [nosy] [friendly] [stubborn] [bossy] [open]
Merle is not a quiet little fellow, he's always running/waddling - or should I say rolling? - about with energy piqued to it's max. Though he never manages to run quickly. Despite the hindrances with being unable to see in one eye and, well, being a chubbley, he usually manages to move about with practised ease. Though that's only if he's on familiar turf. He is rather nosy and always wants to know what others are up to and wants to know what's new and hip and whatever else. His nosiness has probably earned glares from everyone else and probably downgrades his likability. Not that he notices, though. Merle is usually pretty friendly with others as well as being social. This friendliness helps others to see over his nosiness easier. Though, keep in mind that while friendly, he is pretty stubborn and will likely not change his mindset for anybody. As well as this, Merle is the bossy type, so he can often be seen telling others what to do and how they should do it. Merle is also dominant and often makes sure his way is the way things go. On the other hand, Merle is extremely open and hardly ever keeps a secret away from anyone about himself. You want to know something about him? Just ask him, he's very likely to reply honestly and openly.
Chubbley's Bio:
overview;
Merle grew up in a normal way for most his species did. However, there was a... problem. When he was born, he was blind in one eye - the blue one. This led him having problems with things such as hunting and playing when he was younger. When he got older, he learnt how to deal with living with only partial sight.
story;
The blue-grey chubbley paused where he was stood at the edge of his pack's territory. His nose was twitching furiously and his figure was silhouetted against the bright moonlight that glared through the gaps of the clouds. He gave a small yawn, showing his sharp teeth as he did so. Merle's ears were perked as they attempted to seek out anything living that happened to be nearby - prey. Softly, he sat down in an attentive manner; swinging his head as his one good eye searched for a bite to eat. His good eye was a vibrant green and contrasted against his somewhat dull pelt, whilst his blind eye was a bright, sightless, blue. His fur was fluffed out against the chilly wind - the coldness that his specie was suited to. A small noise rocketed against his ears and Merle gave a small jump of surprise. Prey! Excited at the prospect of a hunt, he slightly lowered his head and froze; using his senses to reach out for the prey. Slowing down his breathing, he concentrated on the small scuffle of tiny little paws. Trying to move as quietly as possible, he advanced to the noise. However, he hadn't realised that on his blind side there happened to be a twig. The twig snapped in half under his paw; alerting the prey. Grumbling, he watched as it darted away - much too fast for him to catch. "Again?" he mumbled, flattening his ears in annoyance.
A very fat, fluffy type of wolf that spends its baby years unable to walk. Instead, they tuck their noses and tails into their fur and roll along the ground as their mode of transportation. When fully grown, their legs are long enough for them to walk or waddle, though some still prefer to roll. Chubblies are mostly nocturnal, they live in very cold climates, and they are mainly carnivores, but have been known to eat berries. They live in extremely large packs of up to 30 or so, and cannot run very fast. They have great jumping ability and they are very smart.
Username:
weegeestar5
Chubbley's Name:
Merle
Chubbley's Gender:
Male
Chubbley's Age:
14 human years
Chubbley's Personality:
[lively] [nosy] [friendly] [stubborn] [bossy] [open]
Merle is not a quiet little fellow, he's always running/waddling - or should I say rolling? - about with energy piqued to it's max. Though he never manages to run quickly. Despite the hindrances with being unable to see in one eye and, well, being a chubbley, he usually manages to move about with practised ease. Though that's only if he's on familiar turf. He is rather nosy and always wants to know what others are up to and wants to know what's new and hip and whatever else. His nosiness has probably earned glares from everyone else and probably downgrades his likability. Not that he notices, though. Merle is usually pretty friendly with others as well as being social. This friendliness helps others to see over his nosiness easier. Though, keep in mind that while friendly, he is pretty stubborn and will likely not change his mindset for anybody. As well as this, Merle is the bossy type, so he can often be seen telling others what to do and how they should do it. Merle is also dominant and often makes sure his way is the way things go. On the other hand, Merle is extremely open and hardly ever keeps a secret away from anyone about himself. You want to know something about him? Just ask him, he's very likely to reply honestly and openly.
Chubbley's Bio:
overview;
Merle grew up in a normal way for most his species did. However, there was a... problem. When he was born, he was blind in one eye - the blue one. This led him having problems with things such as hunting and playing when he was younger. When he got older, he learnt how to deal with living with only partial sight.
story;
The blue-grey chubbley paused where he was stood at the edge of his pack's territory. His nose was twitching furiously and his figure was silhouetted against the bright moonlight that glared through the gaps of the clouds. He gave a small yawn, showing his sharp teeth as he did so. Merle's ears were perked as they attempted to seek out anything living that happened to be nearby - prey. Softly, he sat down in an attentive manner; swinging his head as his one good eye searched for a bite to eat. His good eye was a vibrant green and contrasted against his somewhat dull pelt, whilst his blind eye was a bright, sightless, blue. His fur was fluffed out against the chilly wind - the coldness that his specie was suited to. A small noise rocketed against his ears and Merle gave a small jump of surprise. Prey! Excited at the prospect of a hunt, he slightly lowered his head and froze; using his senses to reach out for the prey. Slowing down his breathing, he concentrated on the small scuffle of tiny little paws. Trying to move as quietly as possible, he advanced to the noise. However, he hadn't realised that on his blind side there happened to be a twig. The twig snapped in half under his paw; alerting the prey. Grumbling, he watched as it darted away - much too fast for him to catch. "Again?" he mumbled, flattening his ears in annoyance.
