Post by shadowstorm on Feb 4, 2010 11:48:10 GMT -5
Nicknames: none
Age: 3 year
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Toko Forest
Desired Rank: Gamma
Looks:
Pups: None
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Age: 3 year
Gender: Male
Desired Pack: Toko Forest
Desired Rank: Gamma
Looks:
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Shadowstorm has a soft almost auburn fur that is tinged, it almost looks as if there's a great shadow over him. His has heavy shoulders with a broad neck. He is heavy set, yet surprisingly fast and agile. The front legs are thin and delicate looking though his hind legs carry the looks of furry tree trunks, heavily muscled and strong. His paws are over-sized and the pads are tough and smooth. His claws are as black as flint and as sharp as knives. His snout is average, somewhat narrow, but it is longer than normal. His nose is pure black, with one sliver of silver on the top of it. His face is what it is supposed to look, as his eyes are. His ears are somewhat larger than normal, it helps to his hearing. His tail is even thicker than his body fur and lengthens to about two inches long. The fur on the top half of his body is smooth, dense, and it keeps any water out from the rain. Unfortunately, the fur on his underbelly is soft, it warms him, but lets any moisture into his fur. It soaks him to his skin, it gets on his nerves and he tends to stay away from water if he can. His tail is two and a half feet, it matches his body. He is about three and a half feet at the shoulder. His teeth are a snow white. They are sharp and some in the back are curved so he can eat his food easier. The two top canines peek out of his lips, just a bit.
He discovered his powers one day, tracking down a moose who had fallen ill. He was ready to take the kill, exhilaration flooding his veins. Apparently it was too much, when he leaped he found himself growing antlers and his paws turned to hooves, his tinged fur a dark chestnut brown. He fretted, scampering away. He shook his head furiously, and after many hours fell asleep. When he awoke the next day he was a wolf again, as normal as he had been since the day he was born. He figured out how his powers were triggered and he began to control it. It became a new way for hunting. Shape-shifting has become normal for him, he can change into other wolves and his prey. Shadowstorm knows only how to change into water buffalo, bison, deer, other wolves(he can change himself into his pack mates or those of different packs) or, his favorite, an eagle.Eyes:
As an eagle, Shadowstorm is a bird filled with cream, silver, and black feathers. He has sharp yellow claws and an almost orange beak. His eyes are a murky green and his underbelly is scattered with the assortment of feathers.
As a water buffalo or bison, he looks just like one. Nothing out of the ordinary, he's just big.
when he is a deer, he prefers being a mule deer and he carries large prominent antlers with 14 points upon them. 7 on each side. His pelt is a handsome tan color, almost like sand, it's a shade deeper. A large cream path strikes against his chest.
He can speak to any of these animals, and manages to find friends among them, those he refuses to let die.
Shadowstorm's eyes are a mellow blue. They are soft and understanding, yet you can never tell what he is thinking.Wings:
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Shadowstorm is kind and understanding. He listens to others and sometimes with others from different packs. Omegas have no need to fear him, as he is never cruel to others of his pack. Wolves are never driven from his pack unless they commit some crime they are proven guilty of.History:
When in battle, Shadowstorm seems to loose it, though he has his senses with him. He fights viciously, allowing no injuries to be taken. Courage surges through him and it swims with adrenaline in his blood. He loves to fight, but he doesn't like fighting with his packmates. He loves fighting with the mountain wolves because they seem to be stronger than any others. He can usually take on two to three of them at a time. He hates the taste of wolf blood, but he's gotten used to it. It's not like he's going to eat a wolf because he's hungry. He thinks it savage to eat a cub just because you feel like it.
Though he is young, Shadowstorm is wise and considering. He ponders about every question that occurs to him, but will stick to his decision, unless he is convinced that there is a better option. He is a natural born leader, he has great determination and instinctively knows when things are wrong or right. He often goes to those older than him if in need of others to help make decisions. He has no real ambitions, but will allow himself to suffer in order to let those who need to heal themselves.
He loves the pine trees and admires eagles. He often changes into an eagle to fly with them. He loves to talk with them and has a good friend, a brown eagle with a red tail, he calls himself Bark. When Shadowstorm feels drained and worn out, he changes into an eagle and flies with Bark. The wind flows through his collage of cream, silver, and black feathers.
Shadowstorm hates rogues, despises them. Loners are a different story, loners are just weak wolves or those set out to form they're own pack. But rogues don't belong in packs. They've been kicked out for something they've done and he hates them for it. He knows his mother was killed by one, she had been guarding the den when the rogue came by and killed her just for fun, sport. From then on, he has set out to keep all rogues off his territory and the land next to it.
Shadowstorm does not remember his parents, but he knows that he had no father, only a mother. She had died as soon as he was weaned, he was very close to perishing as he survived by avoiding predators and scavenging his food. He stayed by a low creek, in a small badger set he found. He named himself, as he knew no name. He decided on Shadowstorm, he liked it.Other:
When he hit one year, he had watched other wolves hunt. He figured it was time he acted like a wolf and hunted for himself. The first few times, going for water buffalo and elk, he failed. He had taught himself to hunt rabbits and small prey. After about a month, he tried hunting young prey. The first two times he failed, then on the third elk fawn, he had success. He ate well for the first time and he hunted well ever since. He worked his way up to full grown elk and now he can hunt full grown water buffalo himself. His stamina had built up from the past 6 months of hard work, and he could keep at a hard trot for days at a time, nonstop.
He discovered his powers one day, tracking down a moose who had fallen ill. He was ready to take the kill, exhilaration flooding his veins. Apparently it was too much, when he leaped he found himself growing antlers and his paws turned to hooves, his tinged fur a dark chestnut brown. He fretted, scampering away. He shook his head furiously, and after many hours fell asleep. When he awoke the next day he was a wolf again, as normal as he had been since the day he was born. He figured out how his powers were triggered and he began to control it. It became a new way for hunting, and ensuring his prey would live on. He began to sense the preys annual milestones. Breeding, migrating, other such things. He would use all of this to his advantages, mating with females in their form, walking up to them and then changing into wolf to strike them dead, all of this had shaped him into a strong male.
At two years, he was full grown. A tough male wolf, ready to be an alpha. He found the Toko pack and now he needs to figure out how he is to become the pack's alpha.
Shadowstorm knows of no parents. His mother was killed by a rogue and his father was a loner.Parent Description:
Shadowstorm's mother was a pretty chestnut colored she-wolf called Pinecone. She had black fleckings along her back and cream markings on muzzle and face. Her wings remained folded up most of the time, they were pretty sand color, like the rest of her body, but her wings had cream patches. She had a thin, fragile looking frame and she possessed great speed. She had no power, but she always felt stronger when the wind was blowing.Mate: None
Her amber gaze was soft and subtle and her pink nose gave her a puppish look. Her paws were flat and her tail long, presumably where Shadowstorm got his long tail.
His father, Ice, was a gray and white wolf. He was large and heavy built. He was slow but he had the strength of a bison. He possessed the power of earth, an elemental ability. His piercing green eyes could see anything in the dark, from an ant crawling to it's home, to an owl, swooping down to kill a stray mouse. His shoulders were large and square and his legs were strong. His jaws were fiercely capable and the snout that kept everything together was short. The nose on the end of his muzzle was a pure black. No markings claimed territory there. He hated leaving Pinecone, but he had to go and start a pack of his own. Pinecone had no wish to do such.
Pups: None
Zodiac Sign: Taurus