Post by Kohl on Jul 9, 2007 14:08:32 GMT -5
BIO Form
[/b]Name:[/u] At birth I was named
Kohl[/color]
Age:[/u] I have suffered five years and six months alive [/color]
Gender:[/u] I was born as a male[/color]
Breed:[/u] I come from a line of Timber wolves… or do I?[/color]
Rank:[/u] As of now, I am making my home where no pack resides until I find the right pack[/color]
Description:[/u] I’m a very different wolf. Almost none are like me.[/color] Kohl, like his sister, has a midnight black pelt but with one little difference, he has earth red in his. His fluffy tail looks as if it had been dipped in earth red paint, same for his two from paws. There is also one other part of him that is stained red- his stomach. Well, not just his stomach for it starts forming around hi muzzle and nose, starts going down his neck, than curves and turns his whole underbelly red. Kohl has very dark eyes that you can hardly make out their color: are they black, red, gray? What are they? Even he does not know. His pelt is rough and short except for his fluffy tail but his fur there is also short, just soft. He’s also an oversized wolf for he is larger than most, his paws are massive to be able to hold his weight. His skin clings to his boned so you can see his great muscles tense and ripple when you look at him. Or is that just bones from being skinny?
Picture: [/u]This is what I look like[/color]
Personality:[/u]It’s just the way I am...[/color] Kohl, like every wolf, has his own personality traits but he didn’t end up with the best. He isn’t a very nice wolf no on the contrary, he’s an evil little, I mean, big menace. He doesn’t like being told what to do unless he respects you pr trusts you but that takes a lot to do and none yet have tried. Even if he is in a pack, he is not loyal to them and will go off to other packs and tell the alphas secrets or plans if he gets a hold of them. He’s also really mysterious. He never talks about his past and little is known about him except his name. Not even places he’s seen, his kin, his old pack(s)- nothing. Kohl hardly ever speaks and tries to keep to himself but he will lash out with claw, dagger, and harsh words if upset or angered. That brings us to his temper- short. It’s very short and the littlest thing can set it off: a pup trying to play with him, someone making him show submissiveness for someone of higher power he does not like, getting hurt or annoyed… and so much more. He probably has one or two good traits if you dig deep down inside his black heart; he’s a protector. He is a fighter and a good one to boot. If he starts to trust you or even love you he’ll protect you with his life if he had too. However, no one knows if he would or not because like I said before, no one has tried to befriend him except for Mother Nature who accepted him.
History:[/u]
My unspeakable past as a Omega living in the shadows of my sisters glory.[/color]
You’re an outcast! We don’t care about you; we don’t love you or even like you! Go die! Maybe a crow will find you worthy of eating!
His pack mates shouted at him one cold and dark night. There was such hatred in the voice, in their posture and their eyes but he couldn’t figure out what he did for he was one one-years-old at the time; he understood nothing. All he knew was he was forced down from an Alpha Pup to Omega, lickety-split after his mother had given birth to a female and three stillborn sons.
At that time, he didn’t know there were hardly any females left in their pack and since they where kin, they didn’t want Kohl to hurt her, but why would he? He had seen her once to know they look a lot alike only their eyes and one pelt color difference for she had a different father; one their mother didn’t even know who it was. It wouldn’t be until years later when he found out what they meant by hurt her. They where afraid he’d be jealous, that he’d want to kill her so he could be the next alpha for they had dubbed her next in the hierarchy to achieve that position when they had past on.
In his pack, there was one and only one Omega at a time and all the other pack members were mostly hunters in this vast and cold wilderness. They knew he couldn’t survive on his own yet so when they made kills, they left him and the ravens scraps of food which was just enough to get by on for the others needed to feed the precious little ‘angel’ his mother had had. He just couldn’t comprehend being alone; his mother and pack abandoning him, being cold with no one to snuggle with, and so much more. His pack thought by doing this they would weaken him but they wrong he grew stronger by this. He learned to stand the biter cold, to scavenge for food, to be alone, to fight, and to take to charge of loners. His muscles began to develop quickly and his body grew huge as well.
((Skipping parts of past))
Almost two years later his sister was already ruling the Frozen Artic Pack and Kohl had been long forgotten. He still traveled and lived on her lands but he would never let himself be seen. He was always planning his revenge when he had noticed a very sickly wolf coming and he decided to let that wolf into the pack and flee; he did just that. He had let a rabid wolf in and his sister did not know that it was sick and soon wolves were dropping like flies; he snickered. Things couldn’t have been better Shadow Paws mate, Kapu, had caught it so she fled and Kohl followed.
Role Play:[/u]
Nearby, a large wolf had taken shelter under some huge Oak Trees that stood almost alone in the golden meadow. His ears and tail stood erect as he ventured out from under his simple little shelter that had protected him from the rain. He growled softly as the water worked its way down trough his thick, rough and course fur, all the way down to his tender skin below the mass of fur.
He twitched his ears and tried to move them as best as he could to avoid any more rain from entering them. His fur was all blotched and sticking together now and his dark eyes gazed up at the darkening sky which was almost as dark as his coal-colored eyes. Just another passing storm. He told himself as he looked back at his shelter; the tree. There, up high, near the very top, perched two young-looking golden birds. They sat there grooming and fluffing the others’ feathers and singing their song of love together to pass their time away until the rain stopped.
His dark and moist nose twitched, Others…?, he asked himself as he tried to look around. Alas, his dark eyes did no good, the rain was sleeting down into his eyes, blurring his vision which he so dearly loved, but that’s okay, he had his nose and ears. Both his eyes and nose heard that of two different things, but that’s crazy, noses can’t hear. Ah, no, they can’t, but his nose had a whole story to tell his mind of what was in the area.
He blinked his eyes and his eyelashes caught the rain making them shimmer. His ears were still erect and moving on a cone-like way scanning the area of any noise- nothing. Well not totally nothing: he heard the gushing of water of a newly formed river that fed into the lake, song birds, ground animals searching for food, and much more.
His nose twitched again, Wet animal, but what type of animal? he asked himself as he picked up the scent of some female mammal. The pond! he yelled in his head, the scent was coming from the pond! He started running, his large paws beating down on the muddy earth below him. He wasn’t there yet, no he still had some ways to go but already the rain had stopped, the sun was out, and a rainbow could be seen forming.
Once he got to the first slope, his right forepaw slipped making the others go down as well. He fell and hit hard on his chest as his legs spread out in the four different directions. He stumbled down and tumbled to the bottom and when he tried to get his footing, he couldn’t. It was like being on ice but worst for you could hardly stand and if you where big and heavy like him, you sank.
He got somewhat of a footing; enough to get him up. When he stood, his black and earthy red pelt was caked in mud- Yuk. He continued running and sliding until he saw a creature half lying in the mud and pond. He ran over to see it was a female wolf and stood above her near her head and looked down, Are you ok? He asked loud enough to probably wake her.
Other:[/u]
Mate[/b][/u]
As an Omega, I was never allowed the pleasure of a mate.
Family[/u]
Parents;
Mother- Dead
Father- Alive
Siblings;
Shadow Paw- Alive
Snow Tuft- Dead
Miles- Dead
Silent Moon- Dead
Offspring[/u]
I was never allowed the joys of a mate so I never passed my genes on.
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