there are worse things I could do
08-08-2013, 09:50 PM
Where there though?
To leave the pack he had been born to without a word after finding out his mother had been slaughtered by some random rouge. But he couldn't be there anymore, could no longer be in a pack that couldn't keep its own members safe. He wanted to keep them safe, he had wanted nothing more then to hole his sister and mother in a den and keep them there forever so they could be safe. But constantly they had wandered off, getting themselves into trouble and it had ended with this. It had ended with Vixe slowly wandering further north. He didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to be packless but he wanted to be somewhere where he could help. He wanted to keep people safe... Everywhere else the young male was too young, too inexperienced. He wanted to be recognized, to make a name for himself and to go down in history like some of the other great wolves his mother had told him stories off while growing up. So it was time to find somewhere where he could do that. And so the skeletal marked male had moved further north, more towards the climate that his thick coat was made for.
The near black male stuck out like a sore thumb in this desolate land just like white bone like markings against his pelt. He moved easily through the land quietly, trees looming in the distance. He had heard of a pack that resided here and it seemed like his best bet. He knew of Amenti, and the rest seemed to be against Tortuga but this one he had heard whispers of. Of Cairo's children taking it over and then leaving it to someone else. But who he did not know, nor why. Today he planned to find out. So off he had gone, moving so much like his father with his head down and massive shoulders rolling. Even at his young age he was massive, standing a towering 40 inches and packed with muscle. He had been training, most of his life, wanting nothing more then to be strong enough to protect those he loved. Shoulders would roll to absorb the sound of his paw falls but as he approached the boarder he straightened slightly. Head would tip back and a deep howl would ring out, calling for the alpha of these lands. Then, it was just a waiting game...
((crappy post is crap, need to figure this guy out...))
To leave the pack he had been born to without a word after finding out his mother had been slaughtered by some random rouge. But he couldn't be there anymore, could no longer be in a pack that couldn't keep its own members safe. He wanted to keep them safe, he had wanted nothing more then to hole his sister and mother in a den and keep them there forever so they could be safe. But constantly they had wandered off, getting themselves into trouble and it had ended with this. It had ended with Vixe slowly wandering further north. He didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to be packless but he wanted to be somewhere where he could help. He wanted to keep people safe... Everywhere else the young male was too young, too inexperienced. He wanted to be recognized, to make a name for himself and to go down in history like some of the other great wolves his mother had told him stories off while growing up. So it was time to find somewhere where he could do that. And so the skeletal marked male had moved further north, more towards the climate that his thick coat was made for.
The near black male stuck out like a sore thumb in this desolate land just like white bone like markings against his pelt. He moved easily through the land quietly, trees looming in the distance. He had heard of a pack that resided here and it seemed like his best bet. He knew of Amenti, and the rest seemed to be against Tortuga but this one he had heard whispers of. Of Cairo's children taking it over and then leaving it to someone else. But who he did not know, nor why. Today he planned to find out. So off he had gone, moving so much like his father with his head down and massive shoulders rolling. Even at his young age he was massive, standing a towering 40 inches and packed with muscle. He had been training, most of his life, wanting nothing more then to be strong enough to protect those he loved. Shoulders would roll to absorb the sound of his paw falls but as he approached the boarder he straightened slightly. Head would tip back and a deep howl would ring out, calling for the alpha of these lands. Then, it was just a waiting game...
((crappy post is crap, need to figure this guy out...))