Post by sasha on Jul 14, 2008 22:05:45 GMT -5
I'm remaking Sasha. Woo!
Name: Sasha
Nickname: Sash, Sashy
Age: Two and a half, maybe three
Pack: We'll see
Rank: None yet, no pack. She's a'lookin
Mate/Crush: None yet
Appearance: Sasha is a Mexican Gray Wolf. Her pelt pattern changes once in a while, but it's main colors are gray and white. Sometimes during the summer and fall, even spring, her pelt with have a mix of browns and blacks as well. Her ears are also usually brown. Her eyes are a light brown, and when looking into the sun, they are almost golden. Sasha isn't the tallest wolf around, but she's not very short, either. She might even have a little bit of room to grow. Lengthwise, she's about average. Looking at her from far away she looks somewhat long, but in all reality, she's normal. Sasha could also use a little bit more muscle, but fighting isn't something she enjoys to do. She'd rather... avoid it. She's also very soft. -snickers-
Personality: Sasha's personality is probably the best and worst thing about her. She's friendly, but she's also very timid. Upon first greet, her attitude shifts form whatever she's feeling to a high point of timidness. Her cautious boundaries are very high, especially in new territory, and meeting new wolves. She acts very shy, and very careful, but once you get to know her, she's actually a nice wolf in general. But serious times do come for serious measures. In a fight, or rivalry, even a friendly spar, Sasha goes from silly straight to serious. Even though she has problems maintaining her emotions, she's very lovable. Sasha's also very helpful and does whatever she can to cheer others up. Although she's very open, sharing her sadness isn't something she does easily. She prefers to keep emotions that can effect her friends bottled up. Of course, though, if you're one of her... "enemies" she'll either ignore, get in a fight (IF ONE IS STARTED BY HER ENEMY), argue (if the enemy starts an argument), or, well, try and intimidate them. With so many different emotions, you could call her... different.
History: Her life wasn't all that exciting. In fact, that might be why she left her den as soon as possible. At one-year-old, Sasha decided to ditch her pack, mother, and sister, and live her own life. A better one, with no "rules". Boy, did she regret leaving. She regretted it a lot.
After leaving her Pack, Sasha realized how tough life really was. She didn't have her mother to take care of her, she was frequently hungry, and hey, she was lonely. It took just a few weeks for her to come upon a pack that sheltered her for about a year, until again, she decided to leave. She loved that pack more than anything, but hunters were entering the territory, and she couldn't handle the distress of feeling constantly stressed out, worried, and fear for her new "brothers".
She regretted leaving them, too.
Now around two-years-old years old, maybe even three, Sasha is in stress searching for a pack. It has been probably three weeks since she left the hunter territory, and she's long gone from there. There was no hope in turning back, or she'd risk her very own pelt. There was only one thing left to do now. Find a pack.
Pups: Never had any, but wishes to
Family: Hasn't seen them for two or three years
One Roleplay Example: (This sample will be of her past, finding out that hunters were in the territory.)
The sudden snarls of the Pack's elder, Jariah, sent Sasha's ears flying upward, and her eyes open. She lifted her head and looked around. Where was her pack? "Jeriah!" She called out, standing up and sprinting over to the wolf, her eyes full of panic. The reply she got from him wasn't something she was expecting. "Ah, Sasha. I'm afraid we have to take down humans, again. We didn't want to wake you, so we let you sleep, but now that we're up we have planning to do, and-" Her hurried voice interrupted him. She didn't sound happy, "What the hell do you mean AGAIN?! And what is going on?!" Impatiently, the Elder shook his head. "This has happened before." After those words, she panicked. She decided almost instantly she couldn't handle this. Not anymore. This stupid 'Possible humans are in the area' alerts were bad enough, but now, it was the real deal. She was done.
Her back was already turned, and her tail was between her legs. "Master Jeriah... please, you understand?"
"Yes. Off with you then.
"Mast-"
"LEAVE!"
He was upset, she could tell. With a final whimper, she was off into the forest.
Her paws ached, her head was spinning, and her stomach was demanding food. "Urk.." She muttered, sitting down onto the forest floor. she rose a hind leg up to her shoulder and began to itch it, followed by a run-down of her cool tongue. A movement in the bushed caught her eyes, and she immediately grinned. Food. She could smell it.
A chill was sent flying through her body as she lowered herself to the ground. The sticks in the bush were breaking, which meant some type of herbivore was feeding off of the berries. Or it could even be a starving carnivore. Either way, she'd be hunting. The wind was in her favor, and she could smell that the animal was in fact a deer. Not the best thing, because she was alone, but hopefully it was young. The fawn stepped out of the bushes. It was young, and hopefully weak enough for her to take down.
Positioning herself as close to the ground as possible, the creature looked at Sasha. It studied her carefully, and sprinted off. Sasha followed, and just barely sunk her teeth into the thing's hip. it called out loudly as it's legs gave way, and a louder noise was heard. Momma was coming. Uh-Oh. hoping she could still grab the fawn, her hopes were let down. The deer was too grown for her to single-handedly take down. It ran, and as tempting as it was to chase, it was almost stupid to go after it with a much bigger deer on the way. So, instead, she sadly licked her chops and went on her way.
Want to see Sasha? Here's some pictures! Thank you Google XD
Me as a Newborn-ish pup:
My first taste of meat:
Here I am now!
Me!
Alias: Spazz
Roleplay Level: Intermediate to Advanced. I would call myself this because I've been Roleplaying for a long time.
How did you find us?: On an advertisement board (On Neopets)
Name: Sasha
Nickname: Sash, Sashy
Age: Two and a half, maybe three
Pack: We'll see
Rank: None yet, no pack. She's a'lookin
Mate/Crush: None yet
Appearance: Sasha is a Mexican Gray Wolf. Her pelt pattern changes once in a while, but it's main colors are gray and white. Sometimes during the summer and fall, even spring, her pelt with have a mix of browns and blacks as well. Her ears are also usually brown. Her eyes are a light brown, and when looking into the sun, they are almost golden. Sasha isn't the tallest wolf around, but she's not very short, either. She might even have a little bit of room to grow. Lengthwise, she's about average. Looking at her from far away she looks somewhat long, but in all reality, she's normal. Sasha could also use a little bit more muscle, but fighting isn't something she enjoys to do. She'd rather... avoid it. She's also very soft. -snickers-
Personality: Sasha's personality is probably the best and worst thing about her. She's friendly, but she's also very timid. Upon first greet, her attitude shifts form whatever she's feeling to a high point of timidness. Her cautious boundaries are very high, especially in new territory, and meeting new wolves. She acts very shy, and very careful, but once you get to know her, she's actually a nice wolf in general. But serious times do come for serious measures. In a fight, or rivalry, even a friendly spar, Sasha goes from silly straight to serious. Even though she has problems maintaining her emotions, she's very lovable. Sasha's also very helpful and does whatever she can to cheer others up. Although she's very open, sharing her sadness isn't something she does easily. She prefers to keep emotions that can effect her friends bottled up. Of course, though, if you're one of her... "enemies" she'll either ignore, get in a fight (IF ONE IS STARTED BY HER ENEMY), argue (if the enemy starts an argument), or, well, try and intimidate them. With so many different emotions, you could call her... different.
History: Her life wasn't all that exciting. In fact, that might be why she left her den as soon as possible. At one-year-old, Sasha decided to ditch her pack, mother, and sister, and live her own life. A better one, with no "rules". Boy, did she regret leaving. She regretted it a lot.
After leaving her Pack, Sasha realized how tough life really was. She didn't have her mother to take care of her, she was frequently hungry, and hey, she was lonely. It took just a few weeks for her to come upon a pack that sheltered her for about a year, until again, she decided to leave. She loved that pack more than anything, but hunters were entering the territory, and she couldn't handle the distress of feeling constantly stressed out, worried, and fear for her new "brothers".
She regretted leaving them, too.
Now around two-years-old years old, maybe even three, Sasha is in stress searching for a pack. It has been probably three weeks since she left the hunter territory, and she's long gone from there. There was no hope in turning back, or she'd risk her very own pelt. There was only one thing left to do now. Find a pack.
Pups: Never had any, but wishes to
Family: Hasn't seen them for two or three years
One Roleplay Example: (This sample will be of her past, finding out that hunters were in the territory.)
The sudden snarls of the Pack's elder, Jariah, sent Sasha's ears flying upward, and her eyes open. She lifted her head and looked around. Where was her pack? "Jeriah!" She called out, standing up and sprinting over to the wolf, her eyes full of panic. The reply she got from him wasn't something she was expecting. "Ah, Sasha. I'm afraid we have to take down humans, again. We didn't want to wake you, so we let you sleep, but now that we're up we have planning to do, and-" Her hurried voice interrupted him. She didn't sound happy, "What the hell do you mean AGAIN?! And what is going on?!" Impatiently, the Elder shook his head. "This has happened before." After those words, she panicked. She decided almost instantly she couldn't handle this. Not anymore. This stupid 'Possible humans are in the area' alerts were bad enough, but now, it was the real deal. She was done.
Her back was already turned, and her tail was between her legs. "Master Jeriah... please, you understand?"
"Yes. Off with you then.
"Mast-"
"LEAVE!"
He was upset, she could tell. With a final whimper, she was off into the forest.
Her paws ached, her head was spinning, and her stomach was demanding food. "Urk.." She muttered, sitting down onto the forest floor. she rose a hind leg up to her shoulder and began to itch it, followed by a run-down of her cool tongue. A movement in the bushed caught her eyes, and she immediately grinned. Food. She could smell it.
A chill was sent flying through her body as she lowered herself to the ground. The sticks in the bush were breaking, which meant some type of herbivore was feeding off of the berries. Or it could even be a starving carnivore. Either way, she'd be hunting. The wind was in her favor, and she could smell that the animal was in fact a deer. Not the best thing, because she was alone, but hopefully it was young. The fawn stepped out of the bushes. It was young, and hopefully weak enough for her to take down.
Positioning herself as close to the ground as possible, the creature looked at Sasha. It studied her carefully, and sprinted off. Sasha followed, and just barely sunk her teeth into the thing's hip. it called out loudly as it's legs gave way, and a louder noise was heard. Momma was coming. Uh-Oh. hoping she could still grab the fawn, her hopes were let down. The deer was too grown for her to single-handedly take down. It ran, and as tempting as it was to chase, it was almost stupid to go after it with a much bigger deer on the way. So, instead, she sadly licked her chops and went on her way.
Want to see Sasha? Here's some pictures! Thank you Google XD
Me as a Newborn-ish pup:
My first taste of meat:
Here I am now!
Me!
Alias: Spazz
Roleplay Level: Intermediate to Advanced. I would call myself this because I've been Roleplaying for a long time.
How did you find us?: On an advertisement board (On Neopets)