Post by exed on May 29, 2007 12:46:01 GMT -5
Name: Shawden
Slogan/Qoute/Poem: you've got me seeing red
Age: 7
Breed/Creature/Human: Grey Wolf
Gender: male
Short description of appearence: mostly light tan with grey, white and black overlay.
Short description of history and personality: Well, I can't give you a short description, but this is him and what he deals with daily:
He became what he thought would be life long mates with his puppy hood sweet heart, Esmey. When she got pregnant, he was so happy. She was just as happy until rumors started floating around that there would be a war with a neighboring pack. Esmey didn't want Shawden to have any part in it. She thought he should be there with her when the pups were born. He saw her point but knew he had to do the noble thing and fight for his pack. It was pure luck that the five beautiful little pups were born only two days before he was to be off, fighting as a warrior. He spent every moment with them, not even taking time out to announce their arrival. Esmey thought he'd changed his mind and was going to stay instead of going off to fight so when the time came for the warriors to leave, she was in a panic. She tried everything to make him stay and in her last attempt, said "If you leave, they won't survive..." He merely took it as another attempt to get him to stay. He reassured her that he would be back in one piece before she knew it, gave the squeaking, squirming pups a last proud glance and headed off into the bright light of outside the den. He fought bravely, fiercely, knowing he couldn't let anyone near his home. The war went on for the better part of a day and honor was restored to his pack. When he returned, he headed straight for his den to tell Esmey of their victory and was greeted with a scent he thought he'd left on the battlefield - blood. His den was coated in it. He could hear the painful whimper of a pup in the back and quickly moved towards it. To his horror, four of his pups had been torn apart, their entrails cascading from their grotesquely bent and broken bodies. Only one remained alive, barely. She was the smallest, the runt of the litter, his secret favorite, Aela. She lay limply amongst the carcasses of her brothers and sisters, struggling to breathe. Bubbles of blood popped from her nostrils with each labored breath. His stomach felt as though it were being stabbed with a red hot iron rod and his blood thinned, making him weak. He collapsed and whined, he knew what he had to do. He knew she wasn't going to survive and laying there, watching her suffer wasn't going to help. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... He licked the blood from her little face and, as gently as his quivering jaws would allow, picked her up. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... He closed his eyes when she yipped and whined louder with the movement, her small paw even rested against his nose, smearing a streak of blood. With a swift movement, he opened his jaws, yanked her back and crushed her small, limp body. She didn't even have time to yelp. He could feel her blood dripping down his throat and off his chin to the pool at his feet and carefully set her down. He laid there for a few moments, mourning his family when he suddenly realized Esmey wasn't there. She might still be alive. He jumped up and raced out of his den, calling to her as loud as his choked up voice would permit. He frantically asked around if anyone had seen her, no one had but they did offer to help find her. It only took another 20 minutes to find her, perched on the fallen tree jutting out over the pond. He ran to her, concern wrinkling his features. She didn't move as he inspected her and nearly pushed her off the log, into the water. He asked if she was alright and she said nothing. Instead, she stood up, blood dripping down her once white coat and walked off the log to the water's edge. He followed closely, confused, and asked again if she was alright. She turned up to him, her fantastic icy blue eyes hardened as she spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, "I told you they wouldn't survive if you left..." It took him an hour-long minute to understand just what she meant and the last thing he remembers is licking Aela's blood from his muzzle. When he woke up, he was standing over Esmey's body, the skin torn away from her throat. He blood had pooled and was snaking down towards the water. He stepped back, blood dripping from his muzzle onto the dry earth. The hair along his spine stood up and his tail bristled as he turned around, looking for who'd done this. No one was around, 'you shouldn't get too upset, Shawden. she had it coming.' A snarl burst through his curled lips as he quickly scanned the area again. you're going to give yourself a heart attack. relax. she killed them, I killed her. it's pretty even, don't you think?' Finally, he spoke up "Show yourself, fool." Pressure began to build between his eyes and the voice spoke again, as if it were all around him, 'it's me. it's you. it's us. we killed her, shawden. you were there, I just pulled on the puppet strings...'
Fonts: no preference
Brushes: be creative <3
Textures: be creative -gives stickers-
Size of Picture: as big as the background pictures? Not too big.
Pictures: now, these are just to give a better idea of what he looks like. you can use them if you like, just be sure to give credit:
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/Saskatchewan-northern-wolf_preview.jpg
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/ohoyorun.jpg
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/watacheesunshine.jpg
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/watacheelooking.jpg
Backgrounds: if you have anything better, please don't hesitate to use it. just be sure it's red/bloody.
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/NA008732.jpg
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/55736935.jpg (this one would have to be tinted red, obviously.. if you can't do it, it's no problem. I just liked the layout of the background trees and vibrancy of it)
Anything else you would like: a snarling (or otherwise unhappy wolf) faded somewhere in the picture. If you read his history, you'd understand why.
Where will this picture be used?: www.freewebs.com/surreal_rpg
Short post: (refer to his history, please)
Slogan/Qoute/Poem: you've got me seeing red
Age: 7
Breed/Creature/Human: Grey Wolf
Gender: male
Short description of appearence: mostly light tan with grey, white and black overlay.
Short description of history and personality: Well, I can't give you a short description, but this is him and what he deals with daily:
He became what he thought would be life long mates with his puppy hood sweet heart, Esmey. When she got pregnant, he was so happy. She was just as happy until rumors started floating around that there would be a war with a neighboring pack. Esmey didn't want Shawden to have any part in it. She thought he should be there with her when the pups were born. He saw her point but knew he had to do the noble thing and fight for his pack. It was pure luck that the five beautiful little pups were born only two days before he was to be off, fighting as a warrior. He spent every moment with them, not even taking time out to announce their arrival. Esmey thought he'd changed his mind and was going to stay instead of going off to fight so when the time came for the warriors to leave, she was in a panic. She tried everything to make him stay and in her last attempt, said "If you leave, they won't survive..." He merely took it as another attempt to get him to stay. He reassured her that he would be back in one piece before she knew it, gave the squeaking, squirming pups a last proud glance and headed off into the bright light of outside the den. He fought bravely, fiercely, knowing he couldn't let anyone near his home. The war went on for the better part of a day and honor was restored to his pack. When he returned, he headed straight for his den to tell Esmey of their victory and was greeted with a scent he thought he'd left on the battlefield - blood. His den was coated in it. He could hear the painful whimper of a pup in the back and quickly moved towards it. To his horror, four of his pups had been torn apart, their entrails cascading from their grotesquely bent and broken bodies. Only one remained alive, barely. She was the smallest, the runt of the litter, his secret favorite, Aela. She lay limply amongst the carcasses of her brothers and sisters, struggling to breathe. Bubbles of blood popped from her nostrils with each labored breath. His stomach felt as though it were being stabbed with a red hot iron rod and his blood thinned, making him weak. He collapsed and whined, he knew what he had to do. He knew she wasn't going to survive and laying there, watching her suffer wasn't going to help. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... He licked the blood from her little face and, as gently as his quivering jaws would allow, picked her up. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... He closed his eyes when she yipped and whined louder with the movement, her small paw even rested against his nose, smearing a streak of blood. With a swift movement, he opened his jaws, yanked her back and crushed her small, limp body. She didn't even have time to yelp. He could feel her blood dripping down his throat and off his chin to the pool at his feet and carefully set her down. He laid there for a few moments, mourning his family when he suddenly realized Esmey wasn't there. She might still be alive. He jumped up and raced out of his den, calling to her as loud as his choked up voice would permit. He frantically asked around if anyone had seen her, no one had but they did offer to help find her. It only took another 20 minutes to find her, perched on the fallen tree jutting out over the pond. He ran to her, concern wrinkling his features. She didn't move as he inspected her and nearly pushed her off the log, into the water. He asked if she was alright and she said nothing. Instead, she stood up, blood dripping down her once white coat and walked off the log to the water's edge. He followed closely, confused, and asked again if she was alright. She turned up to him, her fantastic icy blue eyes hardened as she spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, "I told you they wouldn't survive if you left..." It took him an hour-long minute to understand just what she meant and the last thing he remembers is licking Aela's blood from his muzzle. When he woke up, he was standing over Esmey's body, the skin torn away from her throat. He blood had pooled and was snaking down towards the water. He stepped back, blood dripping from his muzzle onto the dry earth. The hair along his spine stood up and his tail bristled as he turned around, looking for who'd done this. No one was around, 'you shouldn't get too upset, Shawden. she had it coming.' A snarl burst through his curled lips as he quickly scanned the area again. you're going to give yourself a heart attack. relax. she killed them, I killed her. it's pretty even, don't you think?' Finally, he spoke up "Show yourself, fool." Pressure began to build between his eyes and the voice spoke again, as if it were all around him, 'it's me. it's you. it's us. we killed her, shawden. you were there, I just pulled on the puppet strings...'
Fonts: no preference
Brushes: be creative <3
Textures: be creative -gives stickers-
Size of Picture: as big as the background pictures? Not too big.
Pictures: now, these are just to give a better idea of what he looks like. you can use them if you like, just be sure to give credit:
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/Saskatchewan-northern-wolf_preview.jpg
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/ohoyorun.jpg
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/watacheesunshine.jpg
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/watacheelooking.jpg
Backgrounds: if you have anything better, please don't hesitate to use it. just be sure it's red/bloody.
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/NA008732.jpg
i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/exed06/55736935.jpg (this one would have to be tinted red, obviously.. if you can't do it, it's no problem. I just liked the layout of the background trees and vibrancy of it)
Anything else you would like: a snarling (or otherwise unhappy wolf) faded somewhere in the picture. If you read his history, you'd understand why.
Where will this picture be used?: www.freewebs.com/surreal_rpg
Short post: (refer to his history, please)