Post by Slanged ok on Feb 8, 2007 20:00:01 GMT -5
Name: Slanged
Nickname: Slang, Slango, Sla, Lange
Gender: Male
Mate: Nope.
Age: 4
Mass: (Eh?) Texy x Kicked, adopted later by Disasters.
Pups(or sired for male) Not any that he sees.
Website(or picture): Nope.
Rank you desire(not for sure you will receive this rank): Gamma or First Epsilon
Species and Description: Slang is a hellhound x hellhound descendant.
• Main fur: Moss
• Back stripe: Auburn
• Belly: Obsidian
• Eyes: Neon green
• Paws: Jet black
• Spikes: Black and running down spine
• Claws: Jagged tips
Sample RP Post: Morlithe awoke from his blackened sleep, dreamless wonders filled his mind in subconscious state, almost constant burden of reasonability beginning to show upon the brutes shoulders, the removal to a smaller den still weighing down upon his personal pride more than anything, his own conclusion having not shifted from the original. Muttering under his breath "So few for such a cost, situation desperate." Paws striking the rock he lay upon as his breath formed in a misty cold, hot breath cascading down over the rock as his anger filled briefly, he needed an outlet soon. Claws extended to full as he pulled back over the surface of the rock, shard of rock chipping away to no relief for him, a rock did not feel the same pain, the scream he wanted to release his own. Sound of entrance bringing him away from his line of sadistic thoughts, not the place he wished to be taken, the dark region of his mind was not a place someone could care to explore lightly. Scent was one he had recognized from his earliest thoughts, his adoptive father and paternal carer which had seen him survive through what others may have given up on. Pushing away from the rock as he landed upon all four paws in simultaneous grace, his claws digging firmly into the dirt as he composed himself, sinister thoughts all but forgotten for the time. Grin surfacing upon his façade as he closed the gap between himself and his father, one eye pivoted at the sight of his co-alpha moving towards same goal. Halting in a distance of a mere few feet away from the pair as he dipped his head slightly, "Morning Zafira and greetings to my beloved father, so long have you been away, will you be staying a while with us in securing the new territory?"
Have you been in another pack?:
Slang has been in one pack before under his Parents, Parents split and Slang wandered as a loner for a long time.
Why do you want to join this pack?: Because it rocks. <3
Nickname: Slang, Slango, Sla, Lange
Gender: Male
Mate: Nope.
Age: 4
Mass: (Eh?) Texy x Kicked, adopted later by Disasters.
Pups(or sired for male) Not any that he sees.
Website(or picture): Nope.
Rank you desire(not for sure you will receive this rank): Gamma or First Epsilon
Species and Description: Slang is a hellhound x hellhound descendant.
• Main fur: Moss
• Back stripe: Auburn
• Belly: Obsidian
• Eyes: Neon green
• Paws: Jet black
• Spikes: Black and running down spine
• Claws: Jagged tips
Sample RP Post: Morlithe awoke from his blackened sleep, dreamless wonders filled his mind in subconscious state, almost constant burden of reasonability beginning to show upon the brutes shoulders, the removal to a smaller den still weighing down upon his personal pride more than anything, his own conclusion having not shifted from the original. Muttering under his breath "So few for such a cost, situation desperate." Paws striking the rock he lay upon as his breath formed in a misty cold, hot breath cascading down over the rock as his anger filled briefly, he needed an outlet soon. Claws extended to full as he pulled back over the surface of the rock, shard of rock chipping away to no relief for him, a rock did not feel the same pain, the scream he wanted to release his own. Sound of entrance bringing him away from his line of sadistic thoughts, not the place he wished to be taken, the dark region of his mind was not a place someone could care to explore lightly. Scent was one he had recognized from his earliest thoughts, his adoptive father and paternal carer which had seen him survive through what others may have given up on. Pushing away from the rock as he landed upon all four paws in simultaneous grace, his claws digging firmly into the dirt as he composed himself, sinister thoughts all but forgotten for the time. Grin surfacing upon his façade as he closed the gap between himself and his father, one eye pivoted at the sight of his co-alpha moving towards same goal. Halting in a distance of a mere few feet away from the pair as he dipped his head slightly, "Morning Zafira and greetings to my beloved father, so long have you been away, will you be staying a while with us in securing the new territory?"
Have you been in another pack?:
Slang has been in one pack before under his Parents, Parents split and Slang wandered as a loner for a long time.
Why do you want to join this pack?: Because it rocks. <3
