.... ooc name: Silverfrost
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....a role play sample (200+ words):
.... current characters: 0
.... how you found us: Advertisement
.... your character's initial fight stats: +1 to Con
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Quote:It was early morning when a shape padded down the rocky steppes. He moved slowly, stopping every few paces to sniff along the ground. He was quite large, even as a yearling. He had a broad-shouldered frame coated in strong muscle and layered with a thick coat of fur. His fluffy coat was goldenrod with a flaxen underbelly, mane, and tail tip. He had spruce-colored points: his face, ears, paws, and tail were darkened along with a dorsal stripe connected with his blackened tail. His golden eyes were wide as he seemed frantic almost. His fur wasn't in the best condition, most of the flowers that would normally weave into his mane were long gone and only a few feathers remained in his tail. His mother would usually put the flowers in his mane but she wasn't here rightnow. He would usually put feathers in his tail for but he couldn't afford to stop now.and finally a bit about your character.... Apollo is a massive wolf but is the dictionary definition of a gentle giant. He loves flowers and feathers and enjoys decorating himself with them. He's very nonviolent and tends to primarily fish for his meals. He wants to be a healer and is currently searching for his mum. Poor thing doesn't know his mum's dead.
Apollo was still searching for his mother. He didn't know how long he had been walking for. When the hunger gnawed at his belly he would stop and find a river to fish in or find some abandoned carcass. He kept searching for her scent. She wouldn't have just abandoned him, no his mother would never leave him. He hoped that he would pick up her scent soon, believing that he couldn't find a trail because of the elements. He was sure he'd catch up with her scent eventually. He kept walking, hoping he'd find her scent soon.
He finally caught a scent of a wolf. He brightened up for a second but then realised it was a territory marker. He knew enough not to cross a scent line. But he wondered if perhaps the wolves that lived here had seen his mother. Maybe they knew where she was! He nodded to himself, proud of his thinking. He sat there and let out a howl.
