Post by dpndap on Nov 6, 2009 16:56:21 GMT -5
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Widow's Theme Song[/color]
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Andy Poole©
NAME: Widow
NICKNAMES: Pinkie, Wid
DESIRED RANK: Widow’s goal is Alpha in Misuteriasu Mountains, but the test is to lie and wait for that right moment .
AGE: Five (5) winters
LOOKS: Widow’s withers rest at 3.5ft. She has a muscular body like a frightful brute, and thick leg muscles from her endless journey. Her limbs have rose pink stockings on each leg up to her elbow, and lower thigh. She has long pointy ear with three tuffs of black fur, on each of them. Widow has an inch to two inches of a warm fur coat, with an unusual rose pink over coat, (sea weed like pattern) from her skull, across her back, to the tip of her large fluffy tail, and the rest of her fur is white as snow.
Widow has a long fringe that most often covers her right eye, and cheek. Under her right eye, she has a pink pattern with four (4) pink dots under it (Her birth mark). Widow has silver moon-light, iron teeth, with five (5) inches long, top canines. Like a sabre tooth tiger. She has a long muzzle, and a shinny black nose. Her jaws are lockable, and can open them up to twice her fangs size (like a snake as she couldn’t catch / bite anything with her long canines in the way).
Widow has large paws to hold her weight, and to stand her ground with attacking foes, but it’s a shame as it makes her body hard to move with the mass. Her length is four foot (4ft) from snout to her fluffy tail.
As you can see. Widow is large, making herself hard to move as fast as those with less weight. Widow's teeth might be made out of iron, but it stops her five inch teeth from breaking, and if she bites something, like a wondering foe. She can't rip their thoat out as the fangs will get trapped behind bone, but they are good to make holes in wind pipes tho, or lungs. But mainly they are just to make Widow look mean.
ELEMENT: Poison:-
Poison runs through her vanes. A taste of this poisonous blood will put any young canine under the age of two(2) months to wolfie heaven, and wolves above the age, will weaken their muscles around ten(10) or fifteen(15) minutes depends on built and how muscular they are. If the Poison isn’t removed / healed by a plant called deadly nightshade that grows in meadows or another canine breed with healing powers, the blood will go into their vanes within one (1) hour and paralyzed them for three (3) days. Poison doesn’t affect herself, her own offspring, and other canines with the element poison.
PERSONALITY: Widow is a nasty piece of work! She is a stubborn mutt, who doesn’t like being ordered around, nor having a smaller, and weaker varmints saying that she can’t do this and that. She’s more likely to put them into a paper shredder, instead of going to find food or protect the annoying whelps. This unloved she-wolf has a bad attitude, and she knows she has one, but only two maybe four wolves that she will respect, until they do something that she disagree with. And that’s anything that involves herself!
Widow has an unwelcoming greeting to new mammals, like snapping her jaws, farting, saying rude comments with a dry sarcastic manner, and with familiar creators, she is known to place her fat rear end on them, before letting off a green puff of smelly air.
This five year old female is mostly found sleeping up a tree, away from other mammals. Alone is what she wants as no one can annoy her, while she dreams of a better life. Widow has cold heart at the moment as she doesn’t find it easy to make friends, and she knows that she can’t make a family as for this reason, makes this pink rose depressed, and unstable. She is waiting to be loved again, and maybe it will lighten her up…. Maybe…. A bit…. But for now, pain is her enjoyment.
EYES: Widow has mean, unwelcoming shaped eyes, but rarely turns to a softer shape, when in love or laughing. Her eye ball is a dark ruby red colour, that if you have a chance to stare into her forbidden eyes, you can see sadness, and anger on what stayed within her memory of the past.
WINGS: None
HISTORY: Ten years ago, when I wasn’t even born. My mother was a beautiful artic wolf, with stunning baby blue eyes that glitter all the time. She had a loving heart, and an angel’s voice. She even had an amazing name ‘Crystal Math’. Anyway….. She wondered off for a short walk around the pack boarders. She was spotted by a handsome mountain brute. He had a dark grey overcoat and lighter grey underbelly with white stockings on each leg. His eyes were a hazel brown; also he had a deep charming voice.
As you can guess that this handsome brute is my dad, well… who I thought was my father, but anyway. My parents saw each other every night, for about a month before agreeing to become soul mates, but only one thing that stood in their way of happiness (for the time being). Pack rules! Most packs have the same rules about partners and breeding. Like you have to ask the alphas, or betas for permission.
Well my mother’s mother decides her wishes as she was the alphas daughter, and they wanted her to have a mate that’s already in the pack, but with my dad’s pack. His mum passed away, and his dad passed the rank of alpha down to him. So my wonderful daddy (sarcastic) became alpha of the North Star pack, and mother join dad. {Then I was born happy ever after…..NOT!} My parents didn’t breed until after the war with North Star and the South Moon pack was over, and that took three years, and just to be safe they left it for another year.
My mum fell pregnant, with her soul mates whelps, but one restless night, she decided to take a short walk by the river, but she wasn’t alone. An outsider with a very muscular body, iron claws, ruby red colour patterns on a black fur, and pink eyes. Lurked around the North Star territory, until his eyes locked onto my mother, they spoke for a while (my mother mumbled the rest to me).
It was winter, my three brothers and I was born. For the first weeks of my life I could only hear and smell what was around me, but I wish new born couldn’t hear as well as see.
The pack members kept on saying nasty things about me like
“What is that?”
“Is it deformed?”
“IT’S PINK!”
“You better kill that disgusting creature.”
My mother protected me from the pack but the mean and sad bits is that my father hated me more than the members did
When my eyes finally opened, I saw my sibling staring at me and laughing because my teeth, eyes and fur colour was different to there’s.
My pup hood wasn’t nice at all even my father told jokes about me when I tried to take my first steps.
Well one day I was sitting outside the den watching the other pups play. I was ambushed by my brothers and started ripping into my flesh. I thought they were going to eat me alive but they stopped attacking me to the ground. I ran off crying to my mother and she licked my wounds and set off to tell my siblings off. There was loads of our pack members out side the den, and my mum pushed through while the members called me a murderer. I didn’t do anything wrong but when I crawled through the legs, I saw mum crying and dad looking like he is going to raw out with anger.
My brothers were still lying on the ground with white foam coming out there mouths.
“What’s wrong?” I asked mother.
She turned her skull and stared into my eyes.
“Did you kill them?” she whimpered.
“No, I didn’t kill anyone, they tried to kill me!” I replied shocked.
“They should have killed you,” dad said while showing his yellow coated fangs. I tumbled into tears before glancing at mum, as she fell to the ground.
“MOTHER!” I yelled before leaping over to her, but stopped by dad.
“You killed my sons and now you are killing your own mother.” He snarled.
“KILL HER!” he snapped to the pack members.
The members turned viscous, and began to snap their jaws. I saw my chance and ran between their legs. Thankfully I was smaller then the adults, so they bashed into each other. I got out of the crowd, and ran towards the undergrowth but they followed me, and then I lost them in tall grass, and waited until I could only here my own breathing.
I was alone with no food. Nor home, so I wondered the endless lands in search of my new home and it was about six hours of walking that I finally came across a dark cave within a snow mountain side. I walked through the shadows, and saw bats, rats and other small mammals. 'What a lucky find' I mumbled to myself.
I lived in that cave wondering if I really did kill my brothers and mother. I was catching rats and bats until they weren’t that filling anymore, so I hunted elks and wild horses. They were hard to take down, and pull back to my cave!
Four years past and I became stronger. Well I think I did. One autumn day I was snoozing up an oak tree until I heard someone shouting.
“WIDOW YOU SILLY COW”
I stared at this odd booking canine with a pissed off face as he woke me up!
“COME DOWN HERE” The canine barked.
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, AND WHY SHOULD I TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU?!” I snapped as I stood onto my paws and stared down at this freaky looking brute.
“SUIT YOURSELF. YOUR MOTHER WON'T BE HAPPY THAT YOUR BEING SO STUBBERN!”
After he shouted up to me about my mother, I pounced down to the lower branch, and stood up straight with head bowed towards the intruder.
“My mother is dead” I said with such a depressing voice.
“So that’s what you think? Hmmm…” The ebony, ruby brute said as he rolled his girly eyes.
“What do you mean?” I replied confused before I jumped to another lower branch of this old oak tree that was just above the flaky, dried ground.
The old male walked forward and stopped a meter or so away from me.
“Has your mother ever said about a cold night by the North Star’s river that was on the border of their territory?” He spoke with a smile on his mew.
“Yes, she said that she met a black and red wolf, and then mumbled the rest. Why you ask such a question like that?” I replied causally while my brain racked around with the description of the brute that was amazingly in front of my ruby eyes.
“Widow Darling…. You’re really slow at adding stuff together” He said while parking his ass on the ground.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I’M SLOW?! You’re that wolf that my mother saw before I was even born” I snarled then soften up my voice. I didn’t know what to make of this, but the one thing that was floating around in my mind was why these beasts started talking to me, then ordering me about, and then talk about my mother! He sounds like a he is my father. Blah that can never happen! I don’t even look like him, well maybe a little, but I bet there are loads of other wolves that look like me? Insist there?
“No need to snap at me young lady, but yes I’m the one who your mother saw at the river side.” He said to me. I lowered my back checks on the branch and thought to myself that he was defensibly acting like the crater of me, but he can’t be, my mother with another bloke, and she isn’t the one to cheat… or is she??
“Well I think it’s time to let you know what happened that night. Your mother and I been seeing each other for a while, before that cold night. We told our problems to each other, and what we wanted out of life. Your mother wanted to make a big family like her mother did, and I wanted a family and a pack.” He said, then taking a long breath of fresh air.
“Hey mate, can you get to the point of me caring. I’m just not in the mood for your fantasy life story.” I said.
“Ok sorry. Your mother and I bred with each other on the same day that your so called father mated her. When the pups were born, you came out, and if you haven’t notice that you look like me and the other whelps looked like that wolf who tried to kill you.” He rust what he needed to say, but what I was thinking is ‘Oh my carrots, what I was thinking was right. He is my father… I can’t believe this…' I closed my eyes, and heard a wired sound; I opened my eyes quickly and saw my real father’s head blew off, and from the shock I fell off my branch and hit my head on a rock. I was out cold!
When I woke up with a banging headache, I saw a two legged man looking over me, and then pointed something long and shinny at my head. I didn’t know what it was but what I can work out from the smell of gunpowder, and it aiming at my head. It was the thing that killed my dad.
I saw one of the mammals leg right by my muzzle, so like any normal thing will do if saw their dad’s head blow off and something ugly glaring at you. You bite them.
I kicked my rear legs to push me closer to my target (his leg) and swung my jaws around his shins. When I had a good grip I pulled my head backwards (teeth still around his leg) tripping the man over, and then l let go of his leg and got up, and ran for my petty little life.
I ran so far and as fast as my four limbs can carry me. I didn’t know what to make of what just happened but I didn’t want to find out. I reached a snowy mountain. (first Role Play will be starting from here.)
OTHER INFO:
MATE: No, and isn’t looking.
PUPS: Can’t have any.
ZODIAC SIGN: Sagittarius
Widow's Theme Song[/color]
remixmachine.younghackney.org/mixes/drewpoole1993-pink_widow.mp3.php#
Andy Poole©
NAME: Widow
NICKNAMES: Pinkie, Wid
DESIRED RANK: Widow’s goal is Alpha in Misuteriasu Mountains, but the test is to lie and wait for that right moment .
AGE: Five (5) winters
LOOKS: Widow’s withers rest at 3.5ft. She has a muscular body like a frightful brute, and thick leg muscles from her endless journey. Her limbs have rose pink stockings on each leg up to her elbow, and lower thigh. She has long pointy ear with three tuffs of black fur, on each of them. Widow has an inch to two inches of a warm fur coat, with an unusual rose pink over coat, (sea weed like pattern) from her skull, across her back, to the tip of her large fluffy tail, and the rest of her fur is white as snow.
Widow has a long fringe that most often covers her right eye, and cheek. Under her right eye, she has a pink pattern with four (4) pink dots under it (Her birth mark). Widow has silver moon-light, iron teeth, with five (5) inches long, top canines. Like a sabre tooth tiger. She has a long muzzle, and a shinny black nose. Her jaws are lockable, and can open them up to twice her fangs size (like a snake as she couldn’t catch / bite anything with her long canines in the way).
Widow has large paws to hold her weight, and to stand her ground with attacking foes, but it’s a shame as it makes her body hard to move with the mass. Her length is four foot (4ft) from snout to her fluffy tail.
As you can see. Widow is large, making herself hard to move as fast as those with less weight. Widow's teeth might be made out of iron, but it stops her five inch teeth from breaking, and if she bites something, like a wondering foe. She can't rip their thoat out as the fangs will get trapped behind bone, but they are good to make holes in wind pipes tho, or lungs. But mainly they are just to make Widow look mean.
ELEMENT: Poison:-
Poison runs through her vanes. A taste of this poisonous blood will put any young canine under the age of two(2) months to wolfie heaven, and wolves above the age, will weaken their muscles around ten(10) or fifteen(15) minutes depends on built and how muscular they are. If the Poison isn’t removed / healed by a plant called deadly nightshade that grows in meadows or another canine breed with healing powers, the blood will go into their vanes within one (1) hour and paralyzed them for three (3) days. Poison doesn’t affect herself, her own offspring, and other canines with the element poison.
PERSONALITY: Widow is a nasty piece of work! She is a stubborn mutt, who doesn’t like being ordered around, nor having a smaller, and weaker varmints saying that she can’t do this and that. She’s more likely to put them into a paper shredder, instead of going to find food or protect the annoying whelps. This unloved she-wolf has a bad attitude, and she knows she has one, but only two maybe four wolves that she will respect, until they do something that she disagree with. And that’s anything that involves herself!
Widow has an unwelcoming greeting to new mammals, like snapping her jaws, farting, saying rude comments with a dry sarcastic manner, and with familiar creators, she is known to place her fat rear end on them, before letting off a green puff of smelly air.
This five year old female is mostly found sleeping up a tree, away from other mammals. Alone is what she wants as no one can annoy her, while she dreams of a better life. Widow has cold heart at the moment as she doesn’t find it easy to make friends, and she knows that she can’t make a family as for this reason, makes this pink rose depressed, and unstable. She is waiting to be loved again, and maybe it will lighten her up…. Maybe…. A bit…. But for now, pain is her enjoyment.
EYES: Widow has mean, unwelcoming shaped eyes, but rarely turns to a softer shape, when in love or laughing. Her eye ball is a dark ruby red colour, that if you have a chance to stare into her forbidden eyes, you can see sadness, and anger on what stayed within her memory of the past.
WINGS: None
HISTORY: Ten years ago, when I wasn’t even born. My mother was a beautiful artic wolf, with stunning baby blue eyes that glitter all the time. She had a loving heart, and an angel’s voice. She even had an amazing name ‘Crystal Math’. Anyway….. She wondered off for a short walk around the pack boarders. She was spotted by a handsome mountain brute. He had a dark grey overcoat and lighter grey underbelly with white stockings on each leg. His eyes were a hazel brown; also he had a deep charming voice.
As you can guess that this handsome brute is my dad, well… who I thought was my father, but anyway. My parents saw each other every night, for about a month before agreeing to become soul mates, but only one thing that stood in their way of happiness (for the time being). Pack rules! Most packs have the same rules about partners and breeding. Like you have to ask the alphas, or betas for permission.
Well my mother’s mother decides her wishes as she was the alphas daughter, and they wanted her to have a mate that’s already in the pack, but with my dad’s pack. His mum passed away, and his dad passed the rank of alpha down to him. So my wonderful daddy (sarcastic) became alpha of the North Star pack, and mother join dad. {Then I was born happy ever after…..NOT!} My parents didn’t breed until after the war with North Star and the South Moon pack was over, and that took three years, and just to be safe they left it for another year.
My mum fell pregnant, with her soul mates whelps, but one restless night, she decided to take a short walk by the river, but she wasn’t alone. An outsider with a very muscular body, iron claws, ruby red colour patterns on a black fur, and pink eyes. Lurked around the North Star territory, until his eyes locked onto my mother, they spoke for a while (my mother mumbled the rest to me).
It was winter, my three brothers and I was born. For the first weeks of my life I could only hear and smell what was around me, but I wish new born couldn’t hear as well as see.
The pack members kept on saying nasty things about me like
“What is that?”
“Is it deformed?”
“IT’S PINK!”
“You better kill that disgusting creature.”
My mother protected me from the pack but the mean and sad bits is that my father hated me more than the members did
When my eyes finally opened, I saw my sibling staring at me and laughing because my teeth, eyes and fur colour was different to there’s.
My pup hood wasn’t nice at all even my father told jokes about me when I tried to take my first steps.
Well one day I was sitting outside the den watching the other pups play. I was ambushed by my brothers and started ripping into my flesh. I thought they were going to eat me alive but they stopped attacking me to the ground. I ran off crying to my mother and she licked my wounds and set off to tell my siblings off. There was loads of our pack members out side the den, and my mum pushed through while the members called me a murderer. I didn’t do anything wrong but when I crawled through the legs, I saw mum crying and dad looking like he is going to raw out with anger.
My brothers were still lying on the ground with white foam coming out there mouths.
“What’s wrong?” I asked mother.
She turned her skull and stared into my eyes.
“Did you kill them?” she whimpered.
“No, I didn’t kill anyone, they tried to kill me!” I replied shocked.
“They should have killed you,” dad said while showing his yellow coated fangs. I tumbled into tears before glancing at mum, as she fell to the ground.
“MOTHER!” I yelled before leaping over to her, but stopped by dad.
“You killed my sons and now you are killing your own mother.” He snarled.
“KILL HER!” he snapped to the pack members.
The members turned viscous, and began to snap their jaws. I saw my chance and ran between their legs. Thankfully I was smaller then the adults, so they bashed into each other. I got out of the crowd, and ran towards the undergrowth but they followed me, and then I lost them in tall grass, and waited until I could only here my own breathing.
I was alone with no food. Nor home, so I wondered the endless lands in search of my new home and it was about six hours of walking that I finally came across a dark cave within a snow mountain side. I walked through the shadows, and saw bats, rats and other small mammals. 'What a lucky find' I mumbled to myself.
I lived in that cave wondering if I really did kill my brothers and mother. I was catching rats and bats until they weren’t that filling anymore, so I hunted elks and wild horses. They were hard to take down, and pull back to my cave!
Four years past and I became stronger. Well I think I did. One autumn day I was snoozing up an oak tree until I heard someone shouting.
“WIDOW YOU SILLY COW”
I stared at this odd booking canine with a pissed off face as he woke me up!
“COME DOWN HERE” The canine barked.
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, AND WHY SHOULD I TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU?!” I snapped as I stood onto my paws and stared down at this freaky looking brute.
“SUIT YOURSELF. YOUR MOTHER WON'T BE HAPPY THAT YOUR BEING SO STUBBERN!”
After he shouted up to me about my mother, I pounced down to the lower branch, and stood up straight with head bowed towards the intruder.
“My mother is dead” I said with such a depressing voice.
“So that’s what you think? Hmmm…” The ebony, ruby brute said as he rolled his girly eyes.
“What do you mean?” I replied confused before I jumped to another lower branch of this old oak tree that was just above the flaky, dried ground.
The old male walked forward and stopped a meter or so away from me.
“Has your mother ever said about a cold night by the North Star’s river that was on the border of their territory?” He spoke with a smile on his mew.
“Yes, she said that she met a black and red wolf, and then mumbled the rest. Why you ask such a question like that?” I replied causally while my brain racked around with the description of the brute that was amazingly in front of my ruby eyes.
“Widow Darling…. You’re really slow at adding stuff together” He said while parking his ass on the ground.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I’M SLOW?! You’re that wolf that my mother saw before I was even born” I snarled then soften up my voice. I didn’t know what to make of this, but the one thing that was floating around in my mind was why these beasts started talking to me, then ordering me about, and then talk about my mother! He sounds like a he is my father. Blah that can never happen! I don’t even look like him, well maybe a little, but I bet there are loads of other wolves that look like me? Insist there?
“No need to snap at me young lady, but yes I’m the one who your mother saw at the river side.” He said to me. I lowered my back checks on the branch and thought to myself that he was defensibly acting like the crater of me, but he can’t be, my mother with another bloke, and she isn’t the one to cheat… or is she??
“Well I think it’s time to let you know what happened that night. Your mother and I been seeing each other for a while, before that cold night. We told our problems to each other, and what we wanted out of life. Your mother wanted to make a big family like her mother did, and I wanted a family and a pack.” He said, then taking a long breath of fresh air.
“Hey mate, can you get to the point of me caring. I’m just not in the mood for your fantasy life story.” I said.
“Ok sorry. Your mother and I bred with each other on the same day that your so called father mated her. When the pups were born, you came out, and if you haven’t notice that you look like me and the other whelps looked like that wolf who tried to kill you.” He rust what he needed to say, but what I was thinking is ‘Oh my carrots, what I was thinking was right. He is my father… I can’t believe this…' I closed my eyes, and heard a wired sound; I opened my eyes quickly and saw my real father’s head blew off, and from the shock I fell off my branch and hit my head on a rock. I was out cold!
When I woke up with a banging headache, I saw a two legged man looking over me, and then pointed something long and shinny at my head. I didn’t know what it was but what I can work out from the smell of gunpowder, and it aiming at my head. It was the thing that killed my dad.
I saw one of the mammals leg right by my muzzle, so like any normal thing will do if saw their dad’s head blow off and something ugly glaring at you. You bite them.
I kicked my rear legs to push me closer to my target (his leg) and swung my jaws around his shins. When I had a good grip I pulled my head backwards (teeth still around his leg) tripping the man over, and then l let go of his leg and got up, and ran for my petty little life.
I ran so far and as fast as my four limbs can carry me. I didn’t know what to make of what just happened but I didn’t want to find out. I reached a snowy mountain. (first Role Play will be starting from here.)
OTHER INFO:
- Widow has an ovary problem, where can not have pups.
- Widow's speech colour is pink.
- Widow has a distance cousin called Phrax.
MATE: No, and isn’t looking.
PUPS: Can’t have any.
ZODIAC SIGN: Sagittarius