Post by myst on Jan 21, 2012 22:07:52 GMT -5
reference -
name - Myst
age - 2 years old
gender - female
subspecies - Arctic wolf
mate - Midnight
pups - None
pack - None as of yet
rank - Alpha Female
build - average
coat - White when she turns Ghostly, but most of the time she is white and red with a greyish tones to her
eyes - amber
mutations - Extra long tail it almost looks like two
magic - turns Ghostly, when no one sees her.
skills - Turns ghostly, when no one else can see her. Great sprinter, changes directions suddenly.
personality - with a good-nature but takes her job seriously.
She is very clever and intelligent. However, she is also fearless and never backs down. Her howl is strong and can be heard from miles away.
Mist is a sprinter and can change directions suddenly which helps when hunting for prey.
history - Over time, the Wolves of The Phoenix, have come to follow a certain set of 'rules,'to stick together.
Born to Alpha Heirs Phoenix Rose and Saber. Myst was born in the early spring, And midnight was born in the early summer.
Shortly after her birth, her Alpha grandparents, Arkaidus and Tabbatha, step down due to their age.
Leadership is then handed over to Myst's parents. The pack flourishes under the new Alphas.
They lead the pack for quite a few months, bringing it to it's peak around Myst's first year.
It all started about two (2) years back in the Spring.
The historical Island claimed as a home by wolves of all breeds for over 100 years.
We don't do raids, we don't attack without reason, or anything like that.
We are led by the Alpha Mist, Respect her and there shall be no problems, hm?
Founded by these wolves, a ghost wolf, named Myst, and Midnight.
Seemingly scarce of any threats other than humans, can the wolves continue in their ancestors footsteps, and keep the four packs alive, and free from danger?
What do you think?
W E L C O M E . S T R A N G E R
The sky was painted with the beautiful spectrum arrangement of the celestial lights, azure colors dancing about as the endless clouds moved along.
Night crept across the sky, the lights begun to fade against the dark sky.
Light, precious snow flakes fell against the ground, silently making their way from the sky above.
Paw steps hollowed against the ground led to a small clearing, pale and milky moonlight filtering through the bare branches of the trees.
Smoldering against the edge of the clearing was a pale, ghostly figure against the dark outline of the underbrush.
Snow began to accumulate, falling softly against the black outline of the bushes and trees, resting silently against the surfaces.
A slight breeze blew the flakes ever so gently to the left, as the ghostly feminine stepped forward.
"Welcome to , may I ask who you are and what is your purpose being?"
Season: A cold, chilling Winter runs through the forest, frost clinging to the trees. Stay warm, dry.
Current Weather: Light snow storm. Mild winds.
Time of Day: Dawn, particularly morning with frost slowly making the way around the lands. Morning.
- The canine slows her breath, crouching silently in a sea of tall grasses. The world around her is still as she silently waits. Her amber eyes scintillate softly as she watches a the cow wander a few steps right, her mouth following a trail to richer grass. A cruel smile crosses her lips as her muscles coil, her entire being pointed towards her target, the baby elk. Instantly, she is flying through the air, her beautiful pelt glistening in the sunlight as she stretches her front limbs forward, the wind tugging at the fur of her stomach. Landing inches away from the calf, she instantly grabs a rear leg, showing no mercy in tightening her grip and beginning to tear her head back and forth. Dodging a flimsy kick from a front leg, she bites down once more, her canines piercing through the tendon she holds. As the calf cries out, more adrenaline courses through her body, fear of the mother's defense rushing her. Lunging at the throat of the calf, a growl escapes her jaws from deep within her, a noise that seems to emanate throughout the expanse. As she drives the calf away from it's mother, she carefully studies it's fragile neck. When the calf halts, rearing back, the female quickly swerves to it's right, leaping up upon it's neck. As her hind legs kick at the ground beneath her, she quickly sinks her teeth into soft flesh, piercing an artery she spotted earlier. Dropping to the earth, she bends her legs slightly, absorbing the shock. Slowly backing away, she blinks repetitively, close to disbelief. The sun warms her fur slowly, as she watched her meal battle with death, stumbling about.
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name - Myst
age - 2 years old
gender - female
subspecies - Arctic wolf
mate - Midnight
pups - None
pack - None as of yet
rank - Alpha Female
build - average
coat - White when she turns Ghostly, but most of the time she is white and red with a greyish tones to her
eyes - amber
mutations - Extra long tail it almost looks like two
magic - turns Ghostly, when no one sees her.
skills - Turns ghostly, when no one else can see her. Great sprinter, changes directions suddenly.
personality - with a good-nature but takes her job seriously.
She is very clever and intelligent. However, she is also fearless and never backs down. Her howl is strong and can be heard from miles away.
Mist is a sprinter and can change directions suddenly which helps when hunting for prey.
history - Over time, the Wolves of The Phoenix, have come to follow a certain set of 'rules,'to stick together.
Born to Alpha Heirs Phoenix Rose and Saber. Myst was born in the early spring, And midnight was born in the early summer.
Shortly after her birth, her Alpha grandparents, Arkaidus and Tabbatha, step down due to their age.
Leadership is then handed over to Myst's parents. The pack flourishes under the new Alphas.
They lead the pack for quite a few months, bringing it to it's peak around Myst's first year.
It all started about two (2) years back in the Spring.
The historical Island claimed as a home by wolves of all breeds for over 100 years.
We don't do raids, we don't attack without reason, or anything like that.
We are led by the Alpha Mist, Respect her and there shall be no problems, hm?
Founded by these wolves, a ghost wolf, named Myst, and Midnight.
Seemingly scarce of any threats other than humans, can the wolves continue in their ancestors footsteps, and keep the four packs alive, and free from danger?
What do you think?
W E L C O M E . S T R A N G E R
The sky was painted with the beautiful spectrum arrangement of the celestial lights, azure colors dancing about as the endless clouds moved along.
Night crept across the sky, the lights begun to fade against the dark sky.
Light, precious snow flakes fell against the ground, silently making their way from the sky above.
Paw steps hollowed against the ground led to a small clearing, pale and milky moonlight filtering through the bare branches of the trees.
Smoldering against the edge of the clearing was a pale, ghostly figure against the dark outline of the underbrush.
Snow began to accumulate, falling softly against the black outline of the bushes and trees, resting silently against the surfaces.
A slight breeze blew the flakes ever so gently to the left, as the ghostly feminine stepped forward.
"Welcome to , may I ask who you are and what is your purpose being?"
Season: A cold, chilling Winter runs through the forest, frost clinging to the trees. Stay warm, dry.
Current Weather: Light snow storm. Mild winds.
Time of Day: Dawn, particularly morning with frost slowly making the way around the lands. Morning.
- The canine slows her breath, crouching silently in a sea of tall grasses. The world around her is still as she silently waits. Her amber eyes scintillate softly as she watches a the cow wander a few steps right, her mouth following a trail to richer grass. A cruel smile crosses her lips as her muscles coil, her entire being pointed towards her target, the baby elk. Instantly, she is flying through the air, her beautiful pelt glistening in the sunlight as she stretches her front limbs forward, the wind tugging at the fur of her stomach. Landing inches away from the calf, she instantly grabs a rear leg, showing no mercy in tightening her grip and beginning to tear her head back and forth. Dodging a flimsy kick from a front leg, she bites down once more, her canines piercing through the tendon she holds. As the calf cries out, more adrenaline courses through her body, fear of the mother's defense rushing her. Lunging at the throat of the calf, a growl escapes her jaws from deep within her, a noise that seems to emanate throughout the expanse. As she drives the calf away from it's mother, she carefully studies it's fragile neck. When the calf halts, rearing back, the female quickly swerves to it's right, leaping up upon it's neck. As her hind legs kick at the ground beneath her, she quickly sinks her teeth into soft flesh, piercing an artery she spotted earlier. Dropping to the earth, she bends her legs slightly, absorbing the shock. Slowly backing away, she blinks repetitively, close to disbelief. The sun warms her fur slowly, as she watched her meal battle with death, stumbling about.
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