Name: Warg

Gender: Male

Age: 2 Years

Pack: Erenyx

Rank Requested:   Warrior

Appearance:
Thick-furred, black as the dusk, and built like a stone, Warg isn’t a pretty wolf. His pelt is pulled tight against his thick frame, supported by rigid, rippling muscles. Warg’s eyes are a magnificent shade of amber, and they are rich with emotion and anger. Like big stones, his paws are big and heavy, capable of inflicting a decent amount of damage. With ears like a bat’s, he can hear anything approaching him from a good distance. Warg’s fur is a magnificent black with a slight tan ticking. Although it is beautiful from afar, it is thick and wiry, thus making it uncomfortable to cuddle up to or rub against. Because he is young and reckless, Warg gets into countless fights. His long, thin muzzle is scarred with assorted nicks and cuts from various fights. His most prominent scar is the long, jagged one that runs its way from his right eyebrow to the beginning of his left eye. Warg earned this scar in the tussle with a young bear who had supposedly looked at him incorrectly.

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History:
Unlike many wolves, Warg’s anger and raw, uncut hatred wasn’t fueled by a bad past. He actually had a decent puppyhood, and was born into a small litter. He only had one brother and one sister, making things easier for the small family. There was never a lack of food, as his mother and father found it easy to hunt for a family of five. Warg’s father, Stone, was a prideful, magnificent timber wolf. He had thick black fur, and gentle hazel eyes and spoke in a deep, gentle voice. Stone was very intelligent and knowledgeable, and was seemingly the wisest wolf in the land. Warg respected him greatly and strived to be like his father. Warg’s mother, Luna, was a pretty, petite grey wolf. She was a sly, sneaky wolf who was always lying and stealing when she was out of her pup’s sight. She knew she wasn’t a good influence and put on a front for her pups. Warg only saw the side of her that was a kind, caring mother who would lay down her life for her puppies. She had soulful grey eyes which hid her dark secrets well. Warg’s sister, Tida, resembled himself except for her eyes, which reflected her mothers, grey and soulful. Their brother, Maximus, had a wiry build and he was mainly red, except for his discreet black ticking. His eyes were a striking gold, and they matched his personality, brave and strong. Warg was being mentored by his father, and was on his way to a good future. Around his 1st birthday is when things took a turn for the worst. A wolf named Cora came into his life and she changed his life forever.

Warg was out hunting in the meadow just over the hill from his den when he heard the slightest pawstep in the grass behind him. He whipped around and came face to face with the most beautiful she-wolf he had ever seen. She had bold blue eyes and blindingly white fur. She was smiling humorously, her pink tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth. That was the first encounter Warg ever had with Cora, and it was an encounter he could never forget. After having a long talk, the pair decided they would meet again, and Warg quickly grew fond of the gorgeous wolf. He fell in love with the way she moved, and her sweet scent, and her sparkling blue eyes. He knew he was hopelessly in love, and there was no way he could stop these feelings. On the night Warg was ready to leave and start a new family with Cora, she never showed up. On the way back to his den, his stomach was upset with worry. He hoped Cora was okay. He slept restlessly and as soon as dusk broke the next day he raced to the spot where he and Cora met every night. When he reached the hilltop only an older grey wolf stood there. He curiously approached the wolf, growing anxious with each step. When he reached the wolf, she sat down in front on him. He scented the faint scent of blood and the faint tinge of Cora on his fur. Warg instantly felt sick and dizzied, expecting the worst. The old wolf looked at him and gravely said “Cora’s been killed.” In a deep, raspy voice. “How?” Warg stuttered, hoping it was just a joke, praying it was a scam. “A lone wolf invaded our territory, and when Cora when to scare him off, he killed her in a single bite.” Warg stood up and backed away from the old wolf, grief stricken and filled with rage. The rage inside of his stomach was so hot it overtook any other emotion. In a crazed leap of fury Warg pounced on top of the old wolf, angry at him for not saving his she-wolf. “This is for Cora you coward!” He roared and latched his jaws around the wolf’s throat and violently jerked his head sideways. There was a sickening snapping sound, and the rage coursed through and took over Warg’s blood. It never left his blood stream.

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Example Post:
Warg scampered behind his father joyfully, struggling to keep up with his father’s smooth strides. “Father, why are you going so fast?” Warg complained, practically running to keep up with Stone's trot. “Never be slow, Warg, it will get you in trouble someday.” Knowing how wise and smart his father was, he sighed and continued to awkwardly follow his father. The lazy evening sun illuminated the massive wolf’s glossy, smooth fur in a beautiful golden haze. Warg felt his heart pound with pride and respect for his father. Young and naïve, his soul longed to be just like Stone. Upon reaching the top of the grassy hill, Stone sat down and stretched his long legs. Feeling great relief, Warg stretched just like his father. The sun’s golden rays wrapped the pair in a blanket of warmth and comfort. Warg breathed in the sweet summer scent of fresh grass, sickly sweet flowers, and the musky smell of the woods just beyond the creek. Suddenly everything was dark and freezing, and Warg was plunged into the thick, metallic scent of blood. He began coughing and stood upright. He awoke on the rock he fell asleep on, but now blanketed in fine layer of snow. He shook it off and grumbled to himself sadly. He scanned the area around him from atop the cold stone. He was on a rocky hillside and he could just see the bottom of the hill through the heavy snow.  He felt his anger and hatred start up again. Slipping on the rocks slickly matted with snow, the big black wolf struggled to pick his was down the hill. A rock came loose from underneath one of his massive paws and he was sent tumbling forward until he came to the bottom of the hill. He stood up and shook the throbbing pain out of his muscles. The snow was beginning to fall heavier and Warg could barely see his way through it. He heard a crack in the distance and he sprinted in the opposite direction until he hit the forest. He veered to his right, not wanting to get lost in the trees, or more accurately, more hopelessly lost. His sharp nose couldn’t smell anything below the thick carpet of snow. Starting to panic, he laid flat in the snow, deciding to wait the storm through. His belly gurgled and cramped with hunger, and he was shivering violently. Warg cursed Cora’s name out loud and howled to the sky about, knowing he would never be in this mess if he had never met the she-wolf of his dreams.

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