Post by scout on Nov 7, 2014 17:14:18 GMT
Name:Scout
Gender: Male
Age:Two
Species: Gray Wolf
Desired Rank: Staratel
Physical Appearance:Strong wolf with muscular body. He is a Dark black and gray with indigo eyes. He is not unusually large but still a big wolf, mostly though he relies on his fighting skills which he has much of.
Overall Personality: Scout is a very wise wolf. He wont hesitate to fight when needed but wont fight if its not needed. I wont say he is really a quiet wolf, but he doesn't talk for no reason. He has a high respect for authority, but if a leader doesn't take correct action he isnt afraid to be blunt with them. He can come off a very hard wolf and he is, but to anyone in need he is very kind and wont hesitate to help. Scout has come from a large pack but has experienced love and loss. He is very experienced wolf even at such a young age, some mistake Scout as being much older. He might be found teaching not just young ones, but those who he feels need it.
History: Scout was born into a large pack. His father and mother were the two alphas. His father was a brave and noble leader. Everyone loved him. Some wished to be Scout, the son of such a wolf. His father he loved dearly but, he left hard shoes to fill. If he had a choice he wouldn't have chosen to be the leaders son. His father was a kind and loving father who always seemed to have time to train and be with his son. Scout from a child was never seen not at his fathers side, taking on any task with his father. Scout was trained to be a warrior like his father. He showed excellent progress, as if he had been a warrior all his life. Everything about a warrior was grained into him.
Everything in Apaches (His fathers name) pack wasn't perfect though. The Banes as they were called was a pack larger than themselves who despised Apaches pack, but there was equal hatred there. The Banes got greedy and wanted the whole territory for themselves. They declared war on them, and the many warriors went and fought, including Scout. He lead them into war and what an epic war it was. They went into battle prepared for anything, but came out victors. What was left of the Banes warriors fled like a bunch of scared dogs.
Scouts warriors celebrated on the battle spot, a common tradition that was done in his pack. The next morning what was left of the warriors proudly marched home, excited to tell the news. But what they found was not something to celebrate about. The Banes had skirted around and went to the den. Slaughtering everyone present. The guards were no match for them, and the rest were easy pickings. Pups, alas, elderly, and all of his family lay on the ground. Murdered. Suddenly a raspy voice caught his attention. He turned his head only to see his father with a torn neck and mauled face. His face became stiff with anger as he walked to his father. "Son," he said in his always kind and gentle voice, but now hardly audible. "please don't do anything hasty, for your actions." He pauses swallowing, and closing his eyes. Then opening his eyes again he looks at me square in the eye and says:"May, come as a price to others." Then he closes his eyes, never to open them again.
In a blind fury Scout and the others immediately went to the Banes going as fast as there legs could take them. Scout walked up to there den without hesitation. He went up to the leader and spit in his face. "You coward." He says with disgust. He then lunges on the leader. The others fighting on there own. He walked out of their territory that day standing proudly, his fur covered with a red liquid. But he stood alone and finally understood his fathers words. "Son, please dont do anything hasty, for your actions may come as a price to others." But he had not listened, he had acted with haste and anger, and fifteen good wolves paid the price. But never again would Scout act in haste, from then on every movement he made was close to perfection.
All Scout wanted then was a pack of his own, something he could protect. To somehow prevent what happened to his pack from ever happening again. So he looked for a pack. A place of his own.
Gender: Male
Age:Two
Species: Gray Wolf
Desired Rank: Staratel
Physical Appearance:Strong wolf with muscular body. He is a Dark black and gray with indigo eyes. He is not unusually large but still a big wolf, mostly though he relies on his fighting skills which he has much of.
Overall Personality: Scout is a very wise wolf. He wont hesitate to fight when needed but wont fight if its not needed. I wont say he is really a quiet wolf, but he doesn't talk for no reason. He has a high respect for authority, but if a leader doesn't take correct action he isnt afraid to be blunt with them. He can come off a very hard wolf and he is, but to anyone in need he is very kind and wont hesitate to help. Scout has come from a large pack but has experienced love and loss. He is very experienced wolf even at such a young age, some mistake Scout as being much older. He might be found teaching not just young ones, but those who he feels need it.
History: Scout was born into a large pack. His father and mother were the two alphas. His father was a brave and noble leader. Everyone loved him. Some wished to be Scout, the son of such a wolf. His father he loved dearly but, he left hard shoes to fill. If he had a choice he wouldn't have chosen to be the leaders son. His father was a kind and loving father who always seemed to have time to train and be with his son. Scout from a child was never seen not at his fathers side, taking on any task with his father. Scout was trained to be a warrior like his father. He showed excellent progress, as if he had been a warrior all his life. Everything about a warrior was grained into him.
Everything in Apaches (His fathers name) pack wasn't perfect though. The Banes as they were called was a pack larger than themselves who despised Apaches pack, but there was equal hatred there. The Banes got greedy and wanted the whole territory for themselves. They declared war on them, and the many warriors went and fought, including Scout. He lead them into war and what an epic war it was. They went into battle prepared for anything, but came out victors. What was left of the Banes warriors fled like a bunch of scared dogs.
Scouts warriors celebrated on the battle spot, a common tradition that was done in his pack. The next morning what was left of the warriors proudly marched home, excited to tell the news. But what they found was not something to celebrate about. The Banes had skirted around and went to the den. Slaughtering everyone present. The guards were no match for them, and the rest were easy pickings. Pups, alas, elderly, and all of his family lay on the ground. Murdered. Suddenly a raspy voice caught his attention. He turned his head only to see his father with a torn neck and mauled face. His face became stiff with anger as he walked to his father. "Son," he said in his always kind and gentle voice, but now hardly audible. "please don't do anything hasty, for your actions." He pauses swallowing, and closing his eyes. Then opening his eyes again he looks at me square in the eye and says:"May, come as a price to others." Then he closes his eyes, never to open them again.
In a blind fury Scout and the others immediately went to the Banes going as fast as there legs could take them. Scout walked up to there den without hesitation. He went up to the leader and spit in his face. "You coward." He says with disgust. He then lunges on the leader. The others fighting on there own. He walked out of their territory that day standing proudly, his fur covered with a red liquid. But he stood alone and finally understood his fathers words. "Son, please dont do anything hasty, for your actions may come as a price to others." But he had not listened, he had acted with haste and anger, and fifteen good wolves paid the price. But never again would Scout act in haste, from then on every movement he made was close to perfection.
All Scout wanted then was a pack of his own, something he could protect. To somehow prevent what happened to his pack from ever happening again. So he looked for a pack. A place of his own.