Post by Daunt on Apr 9, 2007 2:11:45 GMT -5
I have been dubbed Daunt.
I still go by the name Daunt.
I demand being called Majesty.
I am daddy's little prince.
Call me Daunt, nothing more.
I have male gene in me.
I have lived eight moons.
I have a mixed blood of Gray Wolf and Maned Wolf in me.
I live among the ranks of Zaevrian.
I am ranked as Heir.
I have not fallen for any girl.
Spawn? No pups carry my genes.
My mother is powerful; Trawn.
My father, the almighty Saei!
I have two. Peak and Saik.
My sister? Nah. I don't got one.
You don't wanna know my friends.
I should spend a little more time with my acquantancies;
I stand at one foot, when I am full grown, three feet and one or four inches! Wow!
Don't ask me my weight.
I am going to be big and muscular, and agile, too! I am built to be a fast wolf.
My fur texture is smooth and silky.
I got no tattoos.
I don't have any scars.
Daunt is one hyper guy. He loves adventure and trouble, always getting himself and those who follow him in trouble. Daunt is one to always be moving or talking, usually pissing off those around him. However obnoxious he seems, Daunt is truely loyal and will always be there for the wolves in the pack. Like his father, he's not exactly the smartest wolf in the pack, but at the same time, he's not the strongest. This pup more so has speed over everything else, and no one has been able to beat him. With more training, he could exceed both his mother and father. Usually, he treats lower ranks like bull crap. He is daddy's little prince, and hates when he doesn't get what he wants. When he grows, it is possible he will grow up to be a pain in the ass. Not about getting what he wants, just being a sarcastic little butt.
I like both genders, preffered female.
On a scale from one to ten on intelligence, it would be about eight and a half.
My strengths are my agility, lanky, rawboned form. No one can match my strengths with out meeting me teeth to teeth!
My weaknesses are secretly pups and larger, more tank built forms. Although they bigger they are, the harder they fall, I can barely knock them over and they have a stronger grip.
I still go by the name Daunt.
I demand being called Majesty.
I am daddy's little prince.
Call me Daunt, nothing more.
I have male gene in me.
I have lived eight moons.
I have a mixed blood of Gray Wolf and Maned Wolf in me.
I live among the ranks of Zaevrian.
I am ranked as Heir.
I have not fallen for any girl.
Spawn? No pups carry my genes.
My mother is powerful; Trawn.
My father, the almighty Saei!
I have two. Peak and Saik.
My sister? Nah. I don't got one.
You don't wanna know my friends.
I should spend a little more time with my acquantancies;
I stand at one foot, when I am full grown, three feet and one or four inches! Wow!
Don't ask me my weight.
I am going to be big and muscular, and agile, too! I am built to be a fast wolf.
My fur texture is smooth and silky.
I got no tattoos.
I don't have any scars.
Daunt is one hyper guy. He loves adventure and trouble, always getting himself and those who follow him in trouble. Daunt is one to always be moving or talking, usually pissing off those around him. However obnoxious he seems, Daunt is truely loyal and will always be there for the wolves in the pack. Like his father, he's not exactly the smartest wolf in the pack, but at the same time, he's not the strongest. This pup more so has speed over everything else, and no one has been able to beat him. With more training, he could exceed both his mother and father. Usually, he treats lower ranks like bull crap. He is daddy's little prince, and hates when he doesn't get what he wants. When he grows, it is possible he will grow up to be a pain in the ass. Not about getting what he wants, just being a sarcastic little butt.
I like both genders, preffered female.
On a scale from one to ten on intelligence, it would be about eight and a half.
My strengths are my agility, lanky, rawboned form. No one can match my strengths with out meeting me teeth to teeth!
My weaknesses are secretly pups and larger, more tank built forms. Although they bigger they are, the harder they fall, I can barely knock them over and they have a stronger grip.