Posts by preemie

Traits: I am a a short furred, battle-scarred Tom with determination in my eyes and a torn right ear. I am very forgetful, but I am loyal to my pack's laws to the very end.

History: I was born into the City, but left them because I had a horrible fight with one of their dogs. I had to leave my mate behind...

[br]I am a battle-scarred stallion with a mischievous gleam in my eyes and youthful features. I am very sensitive to criticism, but I love family and care very much for foals.
[br]I was born into a group of evil horses, and when I was eight moons old, I escaped from them, after they tried to raise me to be evil.

Traits: I am a a fluffy Tom with passion in my eyes and a slender build. I tend to blow little things up into big things and get overly dramatic, but I have a way of being two steps ahead of most other cats.

History: My mother died giving birth and my father blamed me for her death.

Traits: I am a a short furred he-wolf with deep, thoughtful eyes and six toes on the left front paw. I can be really rude and put my foot in my mouth a lot, but I honour and respect my elders, always.

History: My mother was killed by a rattlesnake.

~Wolf ~
Your form:
Username:preemie (hey sunny!)
Wolf Name: Ironhide
Gender:male
Rank:beta male
Age:5
Personality:He has done very well as a loner-he doesn't like crowding. He has a soft spot for pups, and is generally very reserved, thoughtful, and logical. Think before you speak. He is proud and loyal, a good beta. If he speaks of his past, consider it a miracle.
Description/history(optional): Accused of murdering a wolf when he never really did, he was chased off. He has spent three years alone, always on the move, never settling in one place.
Appearance:((see avatar)). He is a massive wolf, among the largest of the pack, thick with muscle. His fur is long and a bit rough, a silvery color, light along his belly, legs, chest and underside of tail, with darker grey along his back and op of tail. He has a scar across his eye, as well as many others scattered alone his body. His nose is black and eyes are yellow.
Kin: none
Crush/mate: not yet
Other:

Wolf Name:Dancer
Gender:female
Rank:pup
Age:4 moons
Personality:Shy, untrusting and frightened.
Description/history(optional):
Appearence: She holds all the cute, fluffy roundness of the puppy she is. A small pup, runt of her litter no doubt. Her fur is mostly golden brown, with black shading. She has deep, innocent, dark brown eyes.
Kin: none
Crush/mate:just a pup!
Other:

Ironhide flicked his ears as a howl reached his ears. He listened for a moment, wondering if he should respond, and what message should he send. He threw back his head, sending a semi-friendly tone across the forest. Ah, the heck with ignoring everyone, maybe he could try and join a pack. He yawned, shaking his head as he waited to hear the howl again. The yawn pretty much summed up his whole attitude.
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Dancer hid in the bushes as a howl sounded very close by, shaking as another responded to the first. Her downy fur was covered in barbs and she was thin and cold with hunger, not to mention wet from falling in a puddle. The definition of miserable. Something rustled behind her, and she shot out of the bushes yelping, running smack into Crea.

Username;preemie
Screenname;preemie
Name;Smythe
Sex;male
Age;6 moons
Appearance;

Rank;fawn.
History (Not required); Lost his mother a few days ago to a poacher.
Kin;none

Name;Astral
Sex;male
Age;2
Appearance;
Rank;shard
History (Not required);mother died and father left the herd when he was roughly a year old. other than that...RP out.
Kin;open to siblings or cousins/aunt/uncle if anyone wants,
Other

Name:Dominic I. Falcon
Age:19
Gender:male
Personality:Reserved, kind, logical and thoughtful, also Bi. Sweet and kind, not judging.
Horse:Isolde and Lola
Crush:open
Looks:
Other:

Isolde:

Lola(a mini!):

Smythe~
The fawn stepped lightly from the mother's den, having just woken up that morning. He tried to nibble on some grass, separate from the other young ones. The sudden and early push from milk to grass had him weak and feeling awful, his stomach mostly empty and bothering him.

Atsral~
The young buck was running, leaping lightly in an area filled with boulders, simply enjoying the day. He was well built, with somewhat small antlers from this being his first year fully grown.

Dancer pulled back fearfully, instantly submissive. "Gone." Is all she said. She looked over the larger, older female with wide, tired eyes.
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Ironhide listened to the short message, grunting softly as he walked in the direction it came from. Might be worth checking out, he figured. The season was rather rough this year, prey more scarce than usual. He had a better chance by entering a pack.

Name:Dominic I. Falcon
Apperance:
age:17
Gender:male
Family relation:god child, recently adopted
Crush:none yet, bi
Bf/Gf:none

can he have a pet dog?

((actually, can he live next door(still god child) and become part of the family later?))

Dominic slipped from his bed, getting ready for the morning before calling his dog over. He hooked his constant companion on a leech. He walked over to the Scott's house, their father was very close to his, and he had grown to befriend them. He knocked on their door, Ramsey the dog scratching at it as well.

((thank you. when will we start?))

Dominic heard Ivory's yell and smiled. The door opened and he grinned warmly at her. "Hello!" He said, pushing his black hair out of his eyes.

The stallion was led out of the barn and into Sarge's pasture. Isolde had recently been rescued and was still very unsure around humans. The friesian trotted up to the other two horses, bucking freely. "Who is this?" he asked Sarge.

Dominic let the leash drop from his hand, and Ramsey ran over to Richie, hopping on his lapand attempting to lick his face. "Hello Ivory, Richie." He said, stepping in.

Dominic shrugged, flopping in a chair nearby. "Nothing much. Just thought I'd come by. Ramsey said he missed you."

"See ya Ivory." Dominic said. He liked all the siblings, but had a soft spot for the younger girl.

Dominic laughed lightly. He did spend a lot of time here, he had lost his mother three years ago and his dad had gone down hill big time, it was always nice to escape that for a bit. "So how are things?" He asked. He called the dog over and he laid at his feet.

Dominic shook his head. "That sucks. I got nothing out of the ordinary, to be honest with ya. Same old cr@p, oh well, Dad did punch another hole in the wall. But other than that, bored out of my mind."
((have to go for the night ))

EDIT:got more time