Post by eclipse on Feb 27, 2008 16:51:51 GMT -5
Full Name: Xercese el d'Thrawl
Nickname: Xercese
Breed: Mexican/Red wolf cross
Height: 37.7 inches
Gender: Male
Age: 4 Summers
Appearance: Rusty in appearance overall, his only dark coloring is a dark grey saddle on his back and on his head. His muzzle is white and is hardly ever lifted in a snarl, and his ears, though large, are almost always perked forwards. His chest and inner legs are white, and his pawtips are aswell, almost as if he stepped into bleach. He is a thin, gangly wolf with more bone than brawn showing, and his narrow legs are almost always seen in motion.
Personality: It is rather difficult to describe Xerc. Xerc the reckless, and at the same time caring.... Xerc the passionate but at the same time laid back....Xerc the hater of both slaves and masters. His heart is in the right place, but often times his mind is not, and he frequently has shown signs of a split personality. (more in the history!)
History: His mother was a mexican grey wolf that was a slave in a pack of red wolves, and he was born a princely outcast to the alpha. His 3 brothers and 1 sister all died the first winter... The snow swirled around them for many a day, and his mother, tired and worn, was nursing her pups when the alpha came up and demanded the pups for food since the store had run dry. Of course, his mother was forced to relent, and his smallest siblings, the first two brothers, were slaughtered and fed to the small pack. His mother refused to eat, though, and she faced the wrath of her master and mate; she died from the incident, and the remaining three pups were given to a recently pregnant mother. The female was killed in her sleep by one of the children of the alpha, and the remaining male sibling froze to death, leaving Xerc without much companionship growing up. Eventually, in Xerc's 2nd winter, his father decided that the pack bloodlines needed to be culled, so he threatened to kill all of the weak pups... Xerc ran away, getting chased by his father's bared fangs, and he spent that winter with a companionable family of foxes. He wandered away from them in the spring, and, without much purpose to life, began his life of traveling. Loneliness became something he was used to... though he still had a lust in his chest to have feminine company
Picture:
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free-Roamer, bebbie
Nickname: Xercese
Breed: Mexican/Red wolf cross
Height: 37.7 inches
Gender: Male
Age: 4 Summers
Appearance: Rusty in appearance overall, his only dark coloring is a dark grey saddle on his back and on his head. His muzzle is white and is hardly ever lifted in a snarl, and his ears, though large, are almost always perked forwards. His chest and inner legs are white, and his pawtips are aswell, almost as if he stepped into bleach. He is a thin, gangly wolf with more bone than brawn showing, and his narrow legs are almost always seen in motion.
Personality: It is rather difficult to describe Xerc. Xerc the reckless, and at the same time caring.... Xerc the passionate but at the same time laid back....Xerc the hater of both slaves and masters. His heart is in the right place, but often times his mind is not, and he frequently has shown signs of a split personality. (more in the history!)
History: His mother was a mexican grey wolf that was a slave in a pack of red wolves, and he was born a princely outcast to the alpha. His 3 brothers and 1 sister all died the first winter... The snow swirled around them for many a day, and his mother, tired and worn, was nursing her pups when the alpha came up and demanded the pups for food since the store had run dry. Of course, his mother was forced to relent, and his smallest siblings, the first two brothers, were slaughtered and fed to the small pack. His mother refused to eat, though, and she faced the wrath of her master and mate; she died from the incident, and the remaining three pups were given to a recently pregnant mother. The female was killed in her sleep by one of the children of the alpha, and the remaining male sibling froze to death, leaving Xerc without much companionship growing up. Eventually, in Xerc's 2nd winter, his father decided that the pack bloodlines needed to be culled, so he threatened to kill all of the weak pups... Xerc ran away, getting chased by his father's bared fangs, and he spent that winter with a companionable family of foxes. He wandered away from them in the spring, and, without much purpose to life, began his life of traveling. Loneliness became something he was used to... though he still had a lust in his chest to have feminine company
Picture:
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free-Roamer, bebbie
