Post by kahara on May 30, 2006 18:23:25 GMT -5
Name: Kalimadea
Gender: male
Age: 4
Eyes: dark blue
Fur: Kalimadea has many scars. His fur is dark black. He has no other color on his pelt. Every scar he has is from defending his life, or his mate's life. He is very muscular. Every time he moves his muscles will ripple. But it is hard to see because his coat is long. His fur is very soft, but stringy. There is no poofyness what so ever. The fur is long though, so it keeps him warm. His Body is ravaged by long lost battle scars. There are two prominent ones on his back. They are from the underside of his belly to the middle of his left side. His face is untouched though. No scars have come to rest on his smooth gracefull face. That was one of the reasons his mate took him for her own.
Build:see above description
Personality: Kalimadea has a very slow to anger kind of personality. He will tolerate most anything you put to him. He loves to run. He will run at any chance he has. He sees it as a way to escape the body. Running, almost flying over the land that his kind had ruled for thousands of years. He loved his mate, and most female wolves. He has a very big soft spot for pups and females. He never had any pups of his own though, to his disapointment. He is laid back, but isn't lazy. he will pull his weight if he must.
History: Kalimadea was a very respected alpha in his time. He was a kind ruler and all of his wolves loved him beyond reson. Unfortunatly there was a tragedy. The neighboring pack was very aggressive. They would attack anything, even if they were outnumbered. They were very skilled worriors. They were trained since pups to be killers. So they were a pack with a ot of territory, and enimies.
But Kalimadea's pack was no problem for the more aggressive pack. They were not harming anyone. But the Bearblood pack was to blood thirsty, to coldblooded to worry about who was a thret to them, and who had no problems with them at all.
The Bearbllod pack was looking for a pack to fight. They couldn't stand being with out battle for longer than a few months. They had taken over all other packs in the region when they caught sent of Kalimadea's timid pack.
They came during the night, trying to make a surprise attack. They snuck up on the densite and masacred the whole pack. Kalimadea's mate, Gengra was in charge at the time. Kalimadea had gone off as scout for a while. While he went one way the Bearbloods came in from the other way.
Kalimadea had heard Gengra's panniked howl and came running to his packs help. He got there as the bearbloods were closing in on the last wolves of his pack. Genra, Talika, and Holdra. They were protecting the few pups that were cowering behind the adults. Kalimadea had issued a defensive growl, and five of the wolves had jumped him. He fought with all he had. His tail was caught by one of the smaller wolves, and he almost lost it. He was attacked mersilessly. The Alpha of the Bearbloods oredered the lower wolves to stop, right as Kalimadea was on the edge of death. He looked up into the face of the wolf who had destroyed his once beautiful peacful life. All he saw in his eyes was cruelty and death.
The Alpha motioned for the other wolves to follow him as he spared Kalimadea's life. But he still told him one last statment.
"Leave, now or your carcass will rot with your pathetic packs." He laghed and a blood chilling sound came from his mouth. Kalimadea couldn't move because of fear.
He sat like that for a few hours. When he finally did get up he found all of his pack dead. Pups, elders, females, all of them were dead. He could not stand the sight. He had to run. Run for his life, and his sanity. He ran flat out for days. Serching for release. He would have jumped off a cliff, or drowned himself, for all of the grief he felt. But he found another wolf's land. A place for him to make amends, to get new life.
Gender: male
Age: 4
Eyes: dark blue
Fur: Kalimadea has many scars. His fur is dark black. He has no other color on his pelt. Every scar he has is from defending his life, or his mate's life. He is very muscular. Every time he moves his muscles will ripple. But it is hard to see because his coat is long. His fur is very soft, but stringy. There is no poofyness what so ever. The fur is long though, so it keeps him warm. His Body is ravaged by long lost battle scars. There are two prominent ones on his back. They are from the underside of his belly to the middle of his left side. His face is untouched though. No scars have come to rest on his smooth gracefull face. That was one of the reasons his mate took him for her own.
Build:see above description
Personality: Kalimadea has a very slow to anger kind of personality. He will tolerate most anything you put to him. He loves to run. He will run at any chance he has. He sees it as a way to escape the body. Running, almost flying over the land that his kind had ruled for thousands of years. He loved his mate, and most female wolves. He has a very big soft spot for pups and females. He never had any pups of his own though, to his disapointment. He is laid back, but isn't lazy. he will pull his weight if he must.
History: Kalimadea was a very respected alpha in his time. He was a kind ruler and all of his wolves loved him beyond reson. Unfortunatly there was a tragedy. The neighboring pack was very aggressive. They would attack anything, even if they were outnumbered. They were very skilled worriors. They were trained since pups to be killers. So they were a pack with a ot of territory, and enimies.
But Kalimadea's pack was no problem for the more aggressive pack. They were not harming anyone. But the Bearblood pack was to blood thirsty, to coldblooded to worry about who was a thret to them, and who had no problems with them at all.
The Bearbllod pack was looking for a pack to fight. They couldn't stand being with out battle for longer than a few months. They had taken over all other packs in the region when they caught sent of Kalimadea's timid pack.
They came during the night, trying to make a surprise attack. They snuck up on the densite and masacred the whole pack. Kalimadea's mate, Gengra was in charge at the time. Kalimadea had gone off as scout for a while. While he went one way the Bearbloods came in from the other way.
Kalimadea had heard Gengra's panniked howl and came running to his packs help. He got there as the bearbloods were closing in on the last wolves of his pack. Genra, Talika, and Holdra. They were protecting the few pups that were cowering behind the adults. Kalimadea had issued a defensive growl, and five of the wolves had jumped him. He fought with all he had. His tail was caught by one of the smaller wolves, and he almost lost it. He was attacked mersilessly. The Alpha of the Bearbloods oredered the lower wolves to stop, right as Kalimadea was on the edge of death. He looked up into the face of the wolf who had destroyed his once beautiful peacful life. All he saw in his eyes was cruelty and death.
The Alpha motioned for the other wolves to follow him as he spared Kalimadea's life. But he still told him one last statment.
"Leave, now or your carcass will rot with your pathetic packs." He laghed and a blood chilling sound came from his mouth. Kalimadea couldn't move because of fear.
He sat like that for a few hours. When he finally did get up he found all of his pack dead. Pups, elders, females, all of them were dead. He could not stand the sight. He had to run. Run for his life, and his sanity. He ran flat out for days. Serching for release. He would have jumped off a cliff, or drowned himself, for all of the grief he felt. But he found another wolf's land. A place for him to make amends, to get new life.
