Post by Dranze Moonwraith on Oct 20, 2005 2:23:49 GMT -5
Name: Dranze Moonwraith
Age: 5 Moons
Gender: Male
Rank: None
Pack: None
Mate: None
Offspring:: None
Personality: Dranze is a honorable creature, speaking in the old tongue. He is not prone to making rash descisions, and tends to keep a cool head, even when fighting.
Appearance:
{This is how he would appear upon entering a dark forest.}
The woods were silent as darkness spread its cloak over all that lived within, and the silvery light of the celestial orb, the moon, was the only light to be seen. The stars were not visible, like some giant hand had plucked them from their resting place in the velvety sky. But the forest still crooned with the rhythms of life. The sound of cicadas chirping the rustling of leaves as the creatures of the day went to their sleep, and the soft padding of paws as a child of the night entered the forest.
The wolf was a hulking male, his pelt as dark as the sky above, and his golden eyes were filled with the savagery and knowledge of a beast who has lived in the harshest conditions and thrived. His padded paws barely disturbed leaves as he plodded on, the golden pool of eyes drinking up the sight of everything in the darkness. Dranze Moonwraith was truly a child of the night.
History:
Dranze was born an orphan in a wasteland. Not much is known about his history really, only that he was riased by a wolf of the Old Order of things.
Age: 5 Moons
Gender: Male
Rank: None
Pack: None
Mate: None
Offspring:: None
Personality: Dranze is a honorable creature, speaking in the old tongue. He is not prone to making rash descisions, and tends to keep a cool head, even when fighting.
Appearance:
{This is how he would appear upon entering a dark forest.}
The woods were silent as darkness spread its cloak over all that lived within, and the silvery light of the celestial orb, the moon, was the only light to be seen. The stars were not visible, like some giant hand had plucked them from their resting place in the velvety sky. But the forest still crooned with the rhythms of life. The sound of cicadas chirping the rustling of leaves as the creatures of the day went to their sleep, and the soft padding of paws as a child of the night entered the forest.
The wolf was a hulking male, his pelt as dark as the sky above, and his golden eyes were filled with the savagery and knowledge of a beast who has lived in the harshest conditions and thrived. His padded paws barely disturbed leaves as he plodded on, the golden pool of eyes drinking up the sight of everything in the darkness. Dranze Moonwraith was truly a child of the night.
History:
Dranze was born an orphan in a wasteland. Not much is known about his history really, only that he was riased by a wolf of the Old Order of things.