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Joined: Nov 2006 Posts: 1 Karma: 0 |  | ~Etapa of the Nightprowlers~ « Thread Started on Nov 19, 2006, 4:23pm » | |
Name: Etapa
Species: Russian wolf (It's still a subspecies of grey!)
Gender: female
Rank: Scout?
Age: 50 moons
Physical Description/Picture: Bleh, I'm feeling lazy so here's her piccy.
![[image]](http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/Sallazar/Etapa1.png)
Personality: Etapa is a fighter, fierce and brutal. She has a playful side, but it is seldom seen. The she-wolf can be dark and sadistic, though she tends to hide her emotions. She is bold, never backing down from a fight or letting herself be thought of as weak and has a strong sense of curiousity.
Though she is not without an attitude problem, she does not deliberatly disobey or undermine a leader unless she has a real reason, as she wants to win this battle with all her soul. To what were her friends, she was extremely loyal, a true pillar of salt, kind and caring. She was a loving and warmhearted wolf, who never held a true grudge and would try to aviod taking lives, though sometimes she had no choice.
But that has changed and now she is a bloodthirsty killer. Deep down, she has a heart of gold, but it is locked away where it can no longer be hurt. She has few enemies: they rarely last more than a month.
History: She refuses to speak of it, but it will be revealed with time.
IC: ((Excuse any typos... too tired to realise what I'm typing))
The wind howled through the leaf-bare trees, whipping up some of the icy powder snow that had not yet settled. The snow gathered thickly amoungst the seemingly dead trees, weighing down branches and gathering in deep pits here and there. The sun seemed to flee the ebon fingers of night as it sunk below the horizon, the dying rays of light casting mysterious shadows through the woods, shadows that seemed to form as one, shadows that seemed to take the form of a massive black she-wolf.
Etapa's pale green orbs pierced the dizzying gloom with ease, long muscular pillars driving her through the deep snowdrifts with ease. She moved swiftly, an extended trot taking her quickly through these frozen trees as she scanned the area. Her ebon brush swayed out behind her, a deft twirl of it ever now and again it's only movement. Her breath misted like smoke on the air, her shadowy auds pricked forwards to detect the slightest sound. Leaping over a particularly deep pit, she slowed her speedy trot to a leisurely pad.
Codeword: Kaput
Can alter if not enough.
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