The plot of this story is that my character is a lone wolf and is all alone and is looking for a mate or a wolf to travel with to the faraway lands with no hunters. Maybe she does find a wolf, and they fall in love on the way with many adventures and dangers blocking the way.
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My Form:
Name: Bigby
Age: 6
Appearance: [img width=510 height=389]https://jacquithurlowlippisch.…he-ontario-black-wolf.jpg[/img]
Background: Bigby has always been an outcast, but was never bitter about his exile as a young wolf, barely old enough to hunt. He embraced his new lifestyle a nomad and developed a taste of finding new places. Though at one point he found himself in quite the situation when he was held by humans for a year or two in an illegal fighting pit, mistaking him for a wild dog for his scruffy coat and aggresive nature, where as regular wolves take on a much longer coat and prefer to avoid conflict. After he escaped with a few others that banded with him he had taken many wounds and scars along with him, but continued his life as a nomadic wolf and has traveled far and wide doing so.
Personality: At first appearing as rather intimidating, he is actually quite the opposite. Bigby is an open-minded wolf, who certainly doesn't hate others and is kind if you are kind to him. It's rare you'll see him sad or really even angry and likes to joke and have fun. He'll always put your needs before his own and is one of the most honest, truest friends you could ever have who'll protect you till the day you die. But, he does have his flaws. As a young wolf, he tended to let Other wolves into his heart to quickly who have let him down in the past which has gotten him some trust issues. Despite his gentle and optimistic nature, he can be quite violent if you manage to get him to the point of conflict and won't stop until he's satisfied with the end of the situation.
Other: Hello!
[align=center][color=tan]Bigby let out a soft rumble as Mori stood up and growled over her small meal. He stepped from the brush, tall slowly moving a s he raised his head and sniffed at her and the various scents around. He turned around, plunging his head into a nearby bush and pulling out soon after, a large hare in his jaws. "I am simply looking for someone to share a meal with, miss." He spoke, dipping his head in a friendly greeting, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his paws, a respective distance away.
He let down most of his guard, dark Amber-orange eyes settled calmly upon the she-wolf in front of him. He ate his meal, licking away the blood droplets that stained the front bits of his muzzle. At Mori's question, he let a brow raise our of curiosity. "The same could be asked of you, miss." He replied with a low, but calm and unshaken tone that sounded off with a sureness and confidence that few, very few, wolves possesed. Then he realized his manners, and scoffed to himself. "Oh, I completely forgot! My name is Bigby, if you'll forgive me and my manners." He said, one ear flat against his skull in a subtle amount of embarrassment.
Bigby seemed to darken rather quickly at her mention of the land of no hunters. He had heard it time and time again, and didn't believe in it one bit. "I swear, that horrible myth will be the death of more wolves than the winter famines! " He exclaimed, his paw slamming into the dirt with powerful force. "Ah, I'm getting a little to aggravated. I'm just giving you a fair warning- this land of no hunters is a dangerous thing to believe in. If this world was without struggle, if wolves were left with full stomachs and no more hunters who roamed our forests, then what would we have left? We are a mighty species, Mori, and we'd be left to fatten and lose purpose if such a land was ever a thing." He said with a heavy breath at the end, taking up the gnawing to burden his mind.
Bigby huffed as she loped away. She wouldn't just get away without even saying goodbye first though. He could tell she was bitter, being alone would do that to almost anyone if they were by themselves long enough. "Mori!" He called after her, hurrying and leaving the bones at their former spot. He skidded to a halt in front of her, ears slightly lowered. "Look; I didn't mean to come off as derogatory or make you not believe in...that place! I was just trying to give you advice."
Bigby huffed as she shouldered past him. He lowered his head, turning around and letting out his first growl in a long time, raking his claws down a nearby Pine, a loud snarl sounding from his throat. He regretted ever saying anything, regretted even coming up to her in the first place.
Bigby grit his teeth to calm himself down when she turned back around. He took in a breath, and padded after Mori. He didn't bother to answer to her as they walked, but tried to regain his composure by raising his head high and walking with pride.
He watched her posture, tail especially, from the corner of his eye and let a soft chuckle of amusement escape from his maw. He followed her up the hill and gazed down into the valley that lay below. "What are we waiting for, Mori? Your magic-land won't be there forever!: He snickered with a gentle smile, continuing down the hill and into the valley.
He grunted as he was pulled to the ground, shaking his head and getting his bearings before quickly sprinting after his new-found companion, nipping playfully at her flank and eventually falling back in pace with her steps.
Bigby laughed heartily as they pranked about in the valley, rolling his eyes and chasing after her once he was roughly nudged. His long strides and steady pacing let him easily catch up to Mori. He nipped her ear as his own version of tagging and sprinted ahead with a playful growl.