Gargoyle x Ocena - litter #2 babies
07-12-2013, 11:17 AM
Name: Grit
Adoptable Number: Eight
Gender: Male
Personality: As a pup, Grit is a well of emotions, both welcome and strange. His wide eyes take in everything around him, even though he can hardly process it all. He is quick to speak his mind, even if what comes out is hurtful or inappropriate ? he has no filter for his big mouth. He is extremely trustful of everyone around him, which can lead to pain later in life. Even though he tries desperately to live up to the statue that is his father, he learns very quickly that he will fall short, always. He is not as big, or as strong, or as fearless as the great Gargoyle? nor will he ever be. The hurt of these truths can be plainly seen in his eyes as he grows. Feelings begin to tremble in his chest as he ages, making him a very lost and confused adolescent.
As time passes, and he reaches the age of adulthood, Grit can still be seen as a pup in the eyes of his family. He is quick to play, give chase, and joke with those close to him. In secret, however, he looks on with wanting eyes, a painful heart. A wolf like his father and his larger siblings is priceless to a family, to a pack. What is he? A dwarf among giants. He is listless, not sure if he will enjoy a duty that would not be of the warrior set. Even though he was blessed with sharp eyes, ears, and snout, he often finds himself bored of the hunt.
Appearance: Grit is a true mix of father and mother ? he stands evenly between the two when full grown. Wiry fur of his body hides the tone of muscles and bone beneath. The fur along his neck is very thick, almost like a mane. His legs are medium in length, ending in very large paws for a wolf of his size ? a wonderful gift from his father. His ears are short and stocky, but his hearing is fine-tuned. Eyes as golden as a setting sun are set in the dark mask of his face, and are much too expressive to even think of telling a lie. In secret, Grit damns his eyes, for it?s as if he wears his heart plainly upon his sleeve. His tail is long and bristled, providing a great rudder when speeding about.
Seemingly born of the Earth, little Grit?s rough fur is home to a myriad of brown tones. His base coat is a medium brown, one that might remind you of moist, musky earth found beneath the trees. A warm, sandy color envelops his entire stomach, dripping down each leg just a smidge, and crawling up his chest. This tawny is also spied on the underside of his tail and chin, and the inside of each ear. A dark mud color sets on his skull, rolling down from each ear, and smothering the top of his muzzle. The thick fur of his neck is also stained dark, with the color making a line down either side to meet with the tawny of his chest. From his neck, the chocolate color zigs onto his shoulder, then zags to his back, coating him in a half-cape that reaches the back of his knees. It then circles around to outline his thigh, but stops abruptly there. His tail, thick and wiry, is also topped with a generous amount of mud that splashes just shy of the very tip.
Size: 35? with a medium build.
Health/Illnesses: The Genetic Roll of the Dice was kind to him, and he did not inherit his mother?s blindness, nor is he near large enough to experience any joint issues until very late in his life.
Extra: Hi there! My name is Wicked. Thanks for letting me audition, even though I?m new x) If you need to get in touch with me (and I'm not creeping in the cbox) my AIM name is CoolPantsLea.
Purchases: I can?t purchase anything for him now, obviously, but I will in the future ? definitely some sort of companion, and tribal-like decorations.
Adoptable Number: Eight
Gender: Male
Personality: As a pup, Grit is a well of emotions, both welcome and strange. His wide eyes take in everything around him, even though he can hardly process it all. He is quick to speak his mind, even if what comes out is hurtful or inappropriate ? he has no filter for his big mouth. He is extremely trustful of everyone around him, which can lead to pain later in life. Even though he tries desperately to live up to the statue that is his father, he learns very quickly that he will fall short, always. He is not as big, or as strong, or as fearless as the great Gargoyle? nor will he ever be. The hurt of these truths can be plainly seen in his eyes as he grows. Feelings begin to tremble in his chest as he ages, making him a very lost and confused adolescent.
As time passes, and he reaches the age of adulthood, Grit can still be seen as a pup in the eyes of his family. He is quick to play, give chase, and joke with those close to him. In secret, however, he looks on with wanting eyes, a painful heart. A wolf like his father and his larger siblings is priceless to a family, to a pack. What is he? A dwarf among giants. He is listless, not sure if he will enjoy a duty that would not be of the warrior set. Even though he was blessed with sharp eyes, ears, and snout, he often finds himself bored of the hunt.
Appearance: Grit is a true mix of father and mother ? he stands evenly between the two when full grown. Wiry fur of his body hides the tone of muscles and bone beneath. The fur along his neck is very thick, almost like a mane. His legs are medium in length, ending in very large paws for a wolf of his size ? a wonderful gift from his father. His ears are short and stocky, but his hearing is fine-tuned. Eyes as golden as a setting sun are set in the dark mask of his face, and are much too expressive to even think of telling a lie. In secret, Grit damns his eyes, for it?s as if he wears his heart plainly upon his sleeve. His tail is long and bristled, providing a great rudder when speeding about.
Seemingly born of the Earth, little Grit?s rough fur is home to a myriad of brown tones. His base coat is a medium brown, one that might remind you of moist, musky earth found beneath the trees. A warm, sandy color envelops his entire stomach, dripping down each leg just a smidge, and crawling up his chest. This tawny is also spied on the underside of his tail and chin, and the inside of each ear. A dark mud color sets on his skull, rolling down from each ear, and smothering the top of his muzzle. The thick fur of his neck is also stained dark, with the color making a line down either side to meet with the tawny of his chest. From his neck, the chocolate color zigs onto his shoulder, then zags to his back, coating him in a half-cape that reaches the back of his knees. It then circles around to outline his thigh, but stops abruptly there. His tail, thick and wiry, is also topped with a generous amount of mud that splashes just shy of the very tip.
Size: 35? with a medium build.
Health/Illnesses: The Genetic Roll of the Dice was kind to him, and he did not inherit his mother?s blindness, nor is he near large enough to experience any joint issues until very late in his life.
Extra: Hi there! My name is Wicked. Thanks for letting me audition, even though I?m new x) If you need to get in touch with me (and I'm not creeping in the cbox) my AIM name is CoolPantsLea.
Purchases: I can?t purchase anything for him now, obviously, but I will in the future ? definitely some sort of companion, and tribal-like decorations.