Post by Monopoly on Mar 11, 2006 15:44:01 GMT -5
Name: Monopoly
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Breed: Paint
Color: Black/White
Sample:
(as Aspen, on Citadel)
Night was the wolves playtime. They danced in the shadows and howled their songs to the sky, gazed at the stars and raced over the hills. To be a part of all this was enthralling for the little golden mare, much more so than anything she had experienced. She had spent years with dull stallions in dull lands, lying and impressing her way to get a rank. Every single day was the same as the next. Same polite fools with sappy smiles, preaching about old ways. There had been pressure then, with everything staring at her and expecting her to act a certain way. But here - The wolves never questioned her actions or words, didn't expect her to be polite or fair or anything.
It was their firm belief that life was all about survival and also enjoying oneself immensely, and they did that. In the daytime they lounged or wrestled, and at night they hunted and howled. Sometimes she ran with them, or judged the matches, or even hummed along when they sang to the moon. She hadn't seen Trance in over two days, and didn't think of him much. She assumed he was off doing mopey things, or perhaps picking up foolish young mares. He seemed like the type to do that.. He had certainly given her careful consideration once. But she had wanted information, not the pitiful rank of beta, not foals, not another herd. Even now, being mates didn't interest her in the slightest. After having her first foal (and that had turned out to be a huge mistake) she wanted nothing more to do with the horrible little creatures. And that was that.
She'd gotten to know the wolves a little. Leader (she had taken to calling him Lead, or Leadhead when she wanted to annoy him) was overall a pleasant wolf, strict and rather commanding, but he was a calm fellow, not especially bright but quick on his feet and tough. He liked fighting, and making ambush plans. There was Mica, the pretty tan female who did all the talking. She was not very strong, but she was higher ranked than most of the others because she and Lead were good friends. The mare had suspected more than that, but the she-wolf laughed good-naturedly and assured her if there was any female Lead would be interested in, it was Opal.
Opal was white, with pale yellow eyes. She was one of the few intelligent wolves of the bunch. She devised many of the wolves hunting plans. She also had the job of putting stupid males in their place, by either biting or kicking.
The others were a mixture, mostly grey, with two brown, and one red wolf. All of them were wild, loud, thingyy things, and Aspen loved them.
Even now, as they surged through the forest, she was with them. She pranced alongside Mica, leaping over logs and other things in her path. The canines eyes gleamed in the darkness, like little points of light Aspen could rely on. Her mane and tail sailed out behind her as she thumped along, winding in a labyrinth of trees. She came into a clearing, flanked by two wolves now, a grey male had taken to her left side. She stopped a few feet in, pausing to catch her breath and survey the scenery. It was dark and hard to see, but she could make out a rotting stump on which Leader had perched himself. The rest of the pack was quickly gathering around, but the mare hung back.
In the strange language of barks and whines Lead began some sort of story. Aspen did not understand a word of it, as usual, but she would wait for Mica to helpfully explain things on the way back to the sleeping area. She have to wait a while, however. She smiled, thinking she wasn't the least bit tired. They would have some fun tonight..
[/size]Age: 3
Gender: Male
Breed: Paint
Color: Black/White
Sample:
(as Aspen, on Citadel)
Night was the wolves playtime. They danced in the shadows and howled their songs to the sky, gazed at the stars and raced over the hills. To be a part of all this was enthralling for the little golden mare, much more so than anything she had experienced. She had spent years with dull stallions in dull lands, lying and impressing her way to get a rank. Every single day was the same as the next. Same polite fools with sappy smiles, preaching about old ways. There had been pressure then, with everything staring at her and expecting her to act a certain way. But here - The wolves never questioned her actions or words, didn't expect her to be polite or fair or anything.
It was their firm belief that life was all about survival and also enjoying oneself immensely, and they did that. In the daytime they lounged or wrestled, and at night they hunted and howled. Sometimes she ran with them, or judged the matches, or even hummed along when they sang to the moon. She hadn't seen Trance in over two days, and didn't think of him much. She assumed he was off doing mopey things, or perhaps picking up foolish young mares. He seemed like the type to do that.. He had certainly given her careful consideration once. But she had wanted information, not the pitiful rank of beta, not foals, not another herd. Even now, being mates didn't interest her in the slightest. After having her first foal (and that had turned out to be a huge mistake) she wanted nothing more to do with the horrible little creatures. And that was that.
She'd gotten to know the wolves a little. Leader (she had taken to calling him Lead, or Leadhead when she wanted to annoy him) was overall a pleasant wolf, strict and rather commanding, but he was a calm fellow, not especially bright but quick on his feet and tough. He liked fighting, and making ambush plans. There was Mica, the pretty tan female who did all the talking. She was not very strong, but she was higher ranked than most of the others because she and Lead were good friends. The mare had suspected more than that, but the she-wolf laughed good-naturedly and assured her if there was any female Lead would be interested in, it was Opal.
Opal was white, with pale yellow eyes. She was one of the few intelligent wolves of the bunch. She devised many of the wolves hunting plans. She also had the job of putting stupid males in their place, by either biting or kicking.
The others were a mixture, mostly grey, with two brown, and one red wolf. All of them were wild, loud, thingyy things, and Aspen loved them.
Even now, as they surged through the forest, she was with them. She pranced alongside Mica, leaping over logs and other things in her path. The canines eyes gleamed in the darkness, like little points of light Aspen could rely on. Her mane and tail sailed out behind her as she thumped along, winding in a labyrinth of trees. She came into a clearing, flanked by two wolves now, a grey male had taken to her left side. She stopped a few feet in, pausing to catch her breath and survey the scenery. It was dark and hard to see, but she could make out a rotting stump on which Leader had perched himself. The rest of the pack was quickly gathering around, but the mare hung back.
In the strange language of barks and whines Lead began some sort of story. Aspen did not understand a word of it, as usual, but she would wait for Mica to helpfully explain things on the way back to the sleeping area. She have to wait a while, however. She smiled, thinking she wasn't the least bit tired. They would have some fun tonight..
