Post by applekicks on Jul 26, 2009 7:36:28 GMT
I haven't drawn any picture of these two yet, but I will soon enough. Also, the paragraph where it describes how they met was purposefully copy pasted. |D;;
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Name: Wes
Aliases: Wuss
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Species: Red Wolf (Canis rufus)
Status: Wanderer, traveling with Spinner, looking for a pack
Mate: Unsure
Appearance:
Looks like an average red wolf. The orange behind his ears and on his forearms is particularly saturated. His belly and the sides of his back legs and paws are white. The rest of his coat is a dark grey. He has a crick in his neck that causes his head to always be slightly tilted.
Personality: Wes is a gentle guy. He doesn't think very highly of himself, and tries to stay out of the way. He wants a lot of things – a pack of his own, a family – but he's not sure he deserves them, and so doesn't go after his dreams. Even if he did, he knows there are a million and one things that could go wrong, and the uncertainty of it all makes him very apprehensive. He's not good at making decisions, he doesn't know the first thing about being anything higher than a beta, and he can't pass judgment on others. But he's kind and he always keeps his word.
Wes admires Spinner's strength and confidence, and sometimes he tries to imitate some of her personality. He ends up making a fool of himself every time. Although he doesn't typically start a conversation, once he gets settled into one he talks like crazy. He'll go off onto tangents that get less and less related to the original topic until he has to ask what he was trying to say at first. Not really sure whether or not anyone actually cares about what he has to say, he often feels silly afterward.
Wes has always wanted to see the ocean. Growing up in a desert, he never saw much water. The idea of such a vast reservoir of it still seems quite alien to him.
History: Wes's original pack was very large. They lived in an enormous canyon where prey was slightly more plentiful than it was outside the canyon walls. His family was so low on the totem pole they didn't even have ranks, but he always looked up to the alphas. He was always amazed by how they ran things so smoothly even though the pack was so big. As a pup, he was ignored by his siblings. His parents fed him, but he never got much attention. Once he got a chance to meet the alphas. They were holding a meeting to get the opinions of the pack members to see if the majority of the pack disagreed with their decision to stay in the canyon. There had been an unusual amount of rain, and the idea of a flash flood was starting to scare a few the wolves. Wes had spent a long time thinking about his argument for why they should leave. When he had his turn, he was determined to make a very impassioned, desperate attempt to get others to see his point of view, as most of them wanted to stay. He got cut off by jeers though, and quietly stepped down. That night there was heavy rainfall, and Wes was terrified that there would be a flood. There wasn't though.
Eventually he left the pack. He couldn't stand the humiliation of that day, which his pack mates never let him forget. Be it verbal or physical, the abuse severely hurt his self-esteem. He began longing for the days when he was ignored, and constantly scolded himself for ever speaking out. As a loner, he found he was much happier. Not only was he ignored, he was no longer a burden on anyone else.
Wes met Spinner three months later. He was following the scent of a weasel when he came upon an odd scene. The weasel in question was teasing an irritable young javelina, whom became enraged and called the rest of the herd over. Subsequently some 70 javelinas chased Wes and the weasel all over the desert. Wes was very panicked; he knew the kind of damage an angry javelina could do. The weasel was running alongside him, actually enjoying herself. She fell behind a bit and was nearly crushed by a hoof. To this day Wes doesn't know why, but he scooped her up in his mouth to try and save her. The javelina was startled and hesitated, so when the hoof smashed into his neck Wes didn't die. Stunned and in pain, he fell to the ground and was out cold. When he came to, the weasel explained that she had led the herd away, risking her life in the process. Grateful, Wes vowed not to eat her, but was challenged by the weasel to try. He didn't want to but she kept taunting and biting him. Unfortunately, he failed. This promptly earned him the nickname “Wuss”. They parted ways but crossed paths often enough that they got to know each other. Wes had some trouble finding food but, true to his word, he never turned his fangs on his friend, whom he named Spinner. She also helped him, showing him how to be truly aggressive when hunting. Somehow, they stuck together and were soon inseparable.
Wes began expressing a desire to belong to a pack. It surprised him that Spinner wanted to come along. They embarked on a journey together, and while traveling heard about a prosperous pack in a land up north known as Ithara.
Name: Spinner
Aliases: Pixie
Gender: Female
Age: 2 ½ years
Species: Long-Tailed Weasel (Mustela frenata)
Status: Wanderer, traveling with Wes
Mate: Not interested
Appearance:
The coat is mostly a deep brown color with tan belly, neck, white chin and cheeks and black mask Forelegs except for the shoulder are also tan, the tail is tipped with black. Lacks a winter coat due to being from far south.
Personality: Spinner is energetic, daring, and blunt. She has no patience for anyone else's slow pace, and yet she's the one going fast. “Serious” is the last word to describe her. While she isn't childish or naive, Spinner really doesn't care about the big picture, or even the little picture - just about enjoying herself and not being stopped or slowed down by anyone or anything. That makes her rather irresponsible about most things, and she says and does some careless stuff.
Spinner doesn't really have much empathy for others either. She is very tough-skinned and guarded; she never cries or lets herself feel anything but the thrill of living. When someone cries or otherwise expresses sadness around her she'll probably say something like “Toughen up!” or “Don't be a crybaby!” Spinner doesn't seem to realize that not everyone shares her mentality that that sort of thing is pathetically weak.
As you can see, her personality doesn't mesh well with most. Wes is Spinner's one and only friend, and she's content with that. He's the only one whose feelings she genuinely cares about, although she still criticizes him. Sometimes she thinks about where she'd be if Wes wasn't her friend. Of course, she'd be where she was before she met him. And that would be okay. She doesn't get lonely, after all; loneliness is for the weak.
History: Spinner was always the first at everything. She was the first to walk, she was the first to run. She was the first to learn how to hunt and the first to actually catch anything. And when the time came, she was the first to set out on her own. The valley she called home was unique in that for the most part, the weasels were able to get along and form a makeshift family. Members of this family would butt heads frequently and arguments would arise but for the most part everyone got along. They didn't share food and each individual lived far from each other, but socializing and even friendship was not uncommon. In Spinner's case, she lived with two other siblings who shared an unusually close bond, even as they aged.
One night, while out hunting, they decided to have a race back to the valley. Spinner, always the show off, had caught some very large prey that slowed her down so badly she soon lost sight of her siblings and didn't arrive home until it was quite dark out. Spinner was always the first at everything, that is until she was the last. A bout of dry lightening had sparked a quick spreading wildfire which destroyed her valley and everyone in it.
Spinner met Wes not long afterward. She had been teasing an irritable young javelina, whom became enraged and called the rest of the herd over. Subsequently some 70 javelinas chased Wes and Spinner all over the desert. Spinner of course was hollering and whooping just having a blast the entire time, even when they almost trampled her and Wes. Spinner led the pack away from Wes when he got knocked out by a hoof to the face she led the heard away from him and straight into a patch of cacti. When he heard what she had done, Wes chose not to eat her. Spinner challenged him, saying that he couldn't even if he tried. She was right, as despite his best efforts he failed to catch her, most likely due to the fact he was exhausted from escaping the angry javelinas. This promptly earned him the nickname “Wuss”. They parted ways and bumped into each other often enough that they Got to know each other. Wes had some trouble finding food but, true to his word, he never turned his fangs on Spinner. She also helped him, showing him how to be truly aggressive when hunting. Somehow, they stuck together and were soon inseparable.
When Wes started longing for a pack of his own she was the one who suggested they leave the desert. Spinner doesn't really get much out of it, except that she'd love to “have a gang of wolf goons who'll do whatever I say. You'll make me high position, yeah?”
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Name: Wes
Aliases: Wuss
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Species: Red Wolf (Canis rufus)
Status: Wanderer, traveling with Spinner, looking for a pack
Mate: Unsure
Appearance:
Looks like an average red wolf. The orange behind his ears and on his forearms is particularly saturated. His belly and the sides of his back legs and paws are white. The rest of his coat is a dark grey. He has a crick in his neck that causes his head to always be slightly tilted.
Personality: Wes is a gentle guy. He doesn't think very highly of himself, and tries to stay out of the way. He wants a lot of things – a pack of his own, a family – but he's not sure he deserves them, and so doesn't go after his dreams. Even if he did, he knows there are a million and one things that could go wrong, and the uncertainty of it all makes him very apprehensive. He's not good at making decisions, he doesn't know the first thing about being anything higher than a beta, and he can't pass judgment on others. But he's kind and he always keeps his word.
Wes admires Spinner's strength and confidence, and sometimes he tries to imitate some of her personality. He ends up making a fool of himself every time. Although he doesn't typically start a conversation, once he gets settled into one he talks like crazy. He'll go off onto tangents that get less and less related to the original topic until he has to ask what he was trying to say at first. Not really sure whether or not anyone actually cares about what he has to say, he often feels silly afterward.
Wes has always wanted to see the ocean. Growing up in a desert, he never saw much water. The idea of such a vast reservoir of it still seems quite alien to him.
History: Wes's original pack was very large. They lived in an enormous canyon where prey was slightly more plentiful than it was outside the canyon walls. His family was so low on the totem pole they didn't even have ranks, but he always looked up to the alphas. He was always amazed by how they ran things so smoothly even though the pack was so big. As a pup, he was ignored by his siblings. His parents fed him, but he never got much attention. Once he got a chance to meet the alphas. They were holding a meeting to get the opinions of the pack members to see if the majority of the pack disagreed with their decision to stay in the canyon. There had been an unusual amount of rain, and the idea of a flash flood was starting to scare a few the wolves. Wes had spent a long time thinking about his argument for why they should leave. When he had his turn, he was determined to make a very impassioned, desperate attempt to get others to see his point of view, as most of them wanted to stay. He got cut off by jeers though, and quietly stepped down. That night there was heavy rainfall, and Wes was terrified that there would be a flood. There wasn't though.
Eventually he left the pack. He couldn't stand the humiliation of that day, which his pack mates never let him forget. Be it verbal or physical, the abuse severely hurt his self-esteem. He began longing for the days when he was ignored, and constantly scolded himself for ever speaking out. As a loner, he found he was much happier. Not only was he ignored, he was no longer a burden on anyone else.
Wes met Spinner three months later. He was following the scent of a weasel when he came upon an odd scene. The weasel in question was teasing an irritable young javelina, whom became enraged and called the rest of the herd over. Subsequently some 70 javelinas chased Wes and the weasel all over the desert. Wes was very panicked; he knew the kind of damage an angry javelina could do. The weasel was running alongside him, actually enjoying herself. She fell behind a bit and was nearly crushed by a hoof. To this day Wes doesn't know why, but he scooped her up in his mouth to try and save her. The javelina was startled and hesitated, so when the hoof smashed into his neck Wes didn't die. Stunned and in pain, he fell to the ground and was out cold. When he came to, the weasel explained that she had led the herd away, risking her life in the process. Grateful, Wes vowed not to eat her, but was challenged by the weasel to try. He didn't want to but she kept taunting and biting him. Unfortunately, he failed. This promptly earned him the nickname “Wuss”. They parted ways but crossed paths often enough that they got to know each other. Wes had some trouble finding food but, true to his word, he never turned his fangs on his friend, whom he named Spinner. She also helped him, showing him how to be truly aggressive when hunting. Somehow, they stuck together and were soon inseparable.
Wes began expressing a desire to belong to a pack. It surprised him that Spinner wanted to come along. They embarked on a journey together, and while traveling heard about a prosperous pack in a land up north known as Ithara.
Name: Spinner
Aliases: Pixie
Gender: Female
Age: 2 ½ years
Species: Long-Tailed Weasel (Mustela frenata)
Status: Wanderer, traveling with Wes
Mate: Not interested
Appearance:
The coat is mostly a deep brown color with tan belly, neck, white chin and cheeks and black mask Forelegs except for the shoulder are also tan, the tail is tipped with black. Lacks a winter coat due to being from far south.
Personality: Spinner is energetic, daring, and blunt. She has no patience for anyone else's slow pace, and yet she's the one going fast. “Serious” is the last word to describe her. While she isn't childish or naive, Spinner really doesn't care about the big picture, or even the little picture - just about enjoying herself and not being stopped or slowed down by anyone or anything. That makes her rather irresponsible about most things, and she says and does some careless stuff.
Spinner doesn't really have much empathy for others either. She is very tough-skinned and guarded; she never cries or lets herself feel anything but the thrill of living. When someone cries or otherwise expresses sadness around her she'll probably say something like “Toughen up!” or “Don't be a crybaby!” Spinner doesn't seem to realize that not everyone shares her mentality that that sort of thing is pathetically weak.
As you can see, her personality doesn't mesh well with most. Wes is Spinner's one and only friend, and she's content with that. He's the only one whose feelings she genuinely cares about, although she still criticizes him. Sometimes she thinks about where she'd be if Wes wasn't her friend. Of course, she'd be where she was before she met him. And that would be okay. She doesn't get lonely, after all; loneliness is for the weak.
History: Spinner was always the first at everything. She was the first to walk, she was the first to run. She was the first to learn how to hunt and the first to actually catch anything. And when the time came, she was the first to set out on her own. The valley she called home was unique in that for the most part, the weasels were able to get along and form a makeshift family. Members of this family would butt heads frequently and arguments would arise but for the most part everyone got along. They didn't share food and each individual lived far from each other, but socializing and even friendship was not uncommon. In Spinner's case, she lived with two other siblings who shared an unusually close bond, even as they aged.
One night, while out hunting, they decided to have a race back to the valley. Spinner, always the show off, had caught some very large prey that slowed her down so badly she soon lost sight of her siblings and didn't arrive home until it was quite dark out. Spinner was always the first at everything, that is until she was the last. A bout of dry lightening had sparked a quick spreading wildfire which destroyed her valley and everyone in it.
Spinner met Wes not long afterward. She had been teasing an irritable young javelina, whom became enraged and called the rest of the herd over. Subsequently some 70 javelinas chased Wes and Spinner all over the desert. Spinner of course was hollering and whooping just having a blast the entire time, even when they almost trampled her and Wes. Spinner led the pack away from Wes when he got knocked out by a hoof to the face she led the heard away from him and straight into a patch of cacti. When he heard what she had done, Wes chose not to eat her. Spinner challenged him, saying that he couldn't even if he tried. She was right, as despite his best efforts he failed to catch her, most likely due to the fact he was exhausted from escaping the angry javelinas. This promptly earned him the nickname “Wuss”. They parted ways and bumped into each other often enough that they Got to know each other. Wes had some trouble finding food but, true to his word, he never turned his fangs on Spinner. She also helped him, showing him how to be truly aggressive when hunting. Somehow, they stuck together and were soon inseparable.
When Wes started longing for a pack of his own she was the one who suggested they leave the desert. Spinner doesn't really get much out of it, except that she'd love to “have a gang of wolf goons who'll do whatever I say. You'll make me high position, yeah?”
