Post by Raccoonasaurus Rex on Jan 11, 2011 12:36:53 GMT -5
.(Would You Like A Name?).
Name: Anubis.[/blockquote]
Species: Jackal. :3
Age: 27 moons.
Gender: Male.
Breed: Golden Jackal.
Pack: Lykos Asteria pack. (Lone Prairie).(Care for a stroll down the runway?).
Appearance: Anubis lives up to his species name. His fur is as golden as the setting sun. His eyes are reddish-brown. His tail has a black tip and his paws and underbelly are white. He can blend in to a desert setting with ease, but will stick out like a black sheep in the snow or ice. His claws are very long, but his fangs are short. His voice is strong, and if he gets to howl with you over a full moon, it will be a treat to behold. His back legs are very strong, but are outbalanced by his wiry front paws. His right ear has a jagged notch in it that is the result of a scratch..(Open Up My Eyes).Personality: Anubis is fiercely loyal to himself and his pack. He has a fire of ambition in his heart the burns for all eternity, which is why he is Alpha. But his ambition still flares, and so he wishes for something more. To have more. To have others know he is their Alpha. To have a full pack worth of scaring all enemies away with their intimidating size. So he tries very hard to increase his pack size by letting in all species, including hyenas, coyotes, foxes, wolves, jackals, and dogs. Once his pack is increased with these interspecies offense, he will move on to ally (or conquer) a neighboring pack. In battle, his ambitious spirit flares into an inferno, and he is a blur of knife-like claws. With others, the inferno switches to a calmer candlelight, and he is happy to give advice on anything, from love to battle. His advice isn't very sound, though, so he isn't a very good mentor. That's why he designed the pups to have their own mentors when they grow old enough, about 5-7 moons, depending on skill. Then, when they finish training, at about 10-12 moons, also depending on skill, they become loyal members of his pack, and are ready to fight alongside him in battles. His hunting skills are very good, for his eyesight is fantastic. He can spot a rabbit from 50 yards and kill it in a second from there. He is very agile and swift, even though he attacks more than dodges..(The Countdown).History: Anubis was born in the savannas of East Africa with his two parents looking at him with happy eyes. He opened his eyes immediately to see the wonders of the world, and saw that he had no siblings. He never seemed to be enough for his parents, so his ambition was allowed to grow and grow until he met another male jackal. His parents accepted the young loner as another son, and the two were born to be rivals. Anubis fought day and night with the other male, who's name was Sakal, until they grew older and Anubis learned to sharpen his claws on rocks to sharpen them, and accidentally caused a fatal wound to Sakal. His ambition had disallowed him to feel regret for that particular kill, but his parents were very angry with him, telling him never to kill just for the sake of killing. He took this lesson to heart, and told himself only to kill in self-defense.
When it finally came time to let Anubis go, his parents only reminded him to 'show restraint,' and left him, assuming he'd just go to one of the many jackal-only packs in East Africa. But no, Anubis' ambition let him go further, travel longer. He ended up here, to the Feral lands, which held many possibilities. He searched through the freezing cold of the tundra lands, waded through the coastal lands, looked almost blindly through the forest lands, and almost had given up until he found the prairie land. The temperature was perfect for jackals of every variety, and no other pack to compete with. He made the Lone Prairie his home, and began a pack as Alpha..(How do You Role?).Role-Playing Example: Anubis looked at his parents. Was he really one year old? Did he really have to go? Yes. He had to move on and find or create a pack, as all jackals did. "Goodbye, mom. Goodbye, dad," he said solemnly to them.
"Just remember to show restraint, son. We'll miss you forever," his dad responded, equally solemn. Restraint? Oh, they meant Sakal...he deserved it anyways. He took one long look at his parents, and then fled swiftly into the spring breeze.
He wandered the savannas of Africa, looking at jackal-pack after jackal-pack, ditching every one for their pack size of only five or six. His ambition disallowed himself to join a pack of only this size, so he moved further. Into the Feral Lands.
Anubis looked at the many varieties that were the Feral Lands. Coasts, arctic tundras, mountains, valleys, and forests were only a few of the biomes available. Anubis knew he would have to make a pack in one of these biomes, so he started with the Tundra.
Snow, ice, hail, sleet. Cold, cold, everywhere! His fur wasn't thick enough to support himself here. Only thick-furred dogs and wolves could survive here. And the prey was so little! He barely snagged a scrawny robin before he had to move on because of the hostile inhabitants. One of the pack leaders had threatened his death! So he moved on, to the Coast.
This was warmer, definitely, but there was nothing to get shade in. The sun was unforgiving, and only sharp rocks that made your paws bleed were anything that resembled shade. And so much water! It was salty, too, and undrinkable. The only good thing about it was that the inhabitants were friendly. He'd use it as a backup. So he moved on once more, to the Mountains.
The air was too thin to make it all the way. The terrain too rocky. The prey too lithe and fast. And it was cold. Not arctic cold, like he had experienced weeks before, but cold, as if the sun had evaporated behind the rock spires. He had to move on, or face death. To the Forests he went.
They were perfect in prey and temperature, but Anubis just wasn't trained to fight in such a dense area. He couldn't see anything in the lack of sunlight, so he would starve soon enough. He couldn't see the prey skittering about. He moved on that week, aiming for the Bays.
The water was fresh and cool, but had a similar problem as the Forests. Too dark. He wasn't prepared. He'd starve again, but changed his list to make the bay his backup. To the Valleys he went.
The valleys were perfect in every aspect except the cold. It was winter by the time he made it there, and the storms couldn't get in. So the cold settled in like a freezing blanket. Plus, the only prey here came to escape the winter chill, and never seemed to come at any other time. There weren't many other places to go. There was only the meadow, which would be too crowded already, and they'd be very hostile. He knew that from experience. The river was too...wet. And he didn't know how to fish. There was only one other option. The prairie.
It was perfect in every aspect. The prey was plentiful. The temperature was right. It was all the comforts of a savanna, but without the snooty jackal-packs who didn't let dogs and wolves in because of 'cross-breeding.' He vowed to let anyone and everyone in who wanted in, and make his new pack grow. He had picked up a few followers along his journey, a few wolves from the Arctic, dogs from the rivers and bays, jackals from the meadow, foxes from the forest, even hyenas from Africa. His pack would be the strongest ever! But it needed a name.
He was pondering a name that night when he saw a constellation in the sky. It was a wolf made of stars. He decided to name his pack after the star constellation. Lykos Asteria. The Star Wolf. This would be his pack. The pack of the Star Wolves..(Show Us What You're Worth).Username: Raccoon/Raccoonasaurus Rex
C-box name: Call me Coony (not Rex) but my C-box name is Rα¢¢øøиasαüяüs Rëx.
Experience: Six moons-I mean months. :3
