Post by Zeek on Apr 18, 2006 22:08:28 GMT -5
Name - Zeek
Age - 3 Years
Breed - Beauceron x Alaskan Klee Klai
Personality -
Zeek holds a very interesting personality. He is usually rather quiet upon first encounter, while to those he knows well, he is very outspoken. Zeek was raised on the streets, and he does has been taught to hate humans. However, he finds them to be a mere part of his life and they live off eachother. While he would never hesitate to slaughter, he never does it for the wrong reasons. Zeek believes in fighting for justice versus fighting for pleasure. You would never find him picking on someone unless they have done something to trigger that action.
When Zeek finds the perfect companion, he will forever be devoted to her. He believes in holding a strong relationship, and he holds an heir of leadership about him. His wish is certainly to rule his own life, and for this reason, he joins packs to lead them, or doesn't join at all. On the other hand, if Zeek has a family, he does believe in joining a pack so that his children can grow to develop intelligence only life in a secure environment like a pack can bring.
Sample Post -
OOC: Figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and post my sample post as my first post here...
Wandering in upon the terra, Zeek's intentions were unknown even to himself. Zeek always wanted to be in charge of his own life, and for this reason, pack life was hard on him. He did not believe in challenging for alphaship, merely because it was very hard to connect with your pack if you came by force. This, at least, was how the street dog called Zeek saw things. Yes, Zeek had long since promised himself that the only way he'd lead a pack was if he fell in love with an Alphess, and she with him, or he claimed it upon his arrival. This city was new in his travels, and it was apparently a new haven for all canines. Unfortunately for himself, all packlands were previously claimed, yet the curiousity in him was not yet satisfied. Minus well get a look at his surroundings, starting with the packs. And hey, if he found one that suited his free lifestyle, he might even join.
Zeek found his sleek, black body moving at a quicker pace as his mysterious brown orbs fell upon a tremendously large factory. The old building held a look of faded importance that intrigued the brute, and of course, if it intrigued Zeek, Zeek had to see it. Soon, he was in a steady jog, and then he could not contain himself any longer. Long, powerful limbs carried him high and proud as he ran towards the building. Everything around him sped past like an action scene, and he was trapped in the slow motion part. With every upward motion, his fur would stick to his body, and every time his pads touched the grass, it would fly up in awkward directions. Despite his promise to never join a pack unless he could lead it or had a family, Zeek just felt as though he belonged here.
Arriving at the place known as the Power Station Pack, he stood in wonder. Admiring the finely structured place that over the years had faded into something nobody bothered looking twice at. Zeek must have sat there, staring for a good few minutes before he remembered his mission and headed deeper into the place that felt more like a dream than reality. Without looking where he was going, he felt his muzzle bump lightly into an object. Looking up, he found himself seperated from heaven by a barbwire fence. He looked around frantically, upset that he might not have a chance to further view this wonderous place. However, as he looked to his right, he found his vision trapped by another figure. A husky, or so it seemed. And a gorgeous one at that. The plusses of joining this pack were adding up and as her sleek body pushed through the fence and she emerged into the building, Zeek followed the trail she'd left behind and with a slight struggle, he was able to maneuver his way through the first obstacle. The rest was rather easy, and once he found himself behind the female, he cleared his throat to make himself known.
"Uh, hello there. I'm Zeek. I suppose this magical place belongs to you, ma'am?"
Yes, even some street dogs had manners. Most males who'd grown up like Zeek were arrogant jerks who thought they ruled the world. However, Zeek was more of a thinker and he had long since learned that the only thing you could ever rule was yourself. His maw curled to a charming smile and his white teeth shone in the dark power station. A friendly gesture to the female and to show he meant no harm, he bowed his head slightly to the Alphess, awaiting her response.
Age - 3 Years
Breed - Beauceron x Alaskan Klee Klai
Personality -
Zeek holds a very interesting personality. He is usually rather quiet upon first encounter, while to those he knows well, he is very outspoken. Zeek was raised on the streets, and he does has been taught to hate humans. However, he finds them to be a mere part of his life and they live off eachother. While he would never hesitate to slaughter, he never does it for the wrong reasons. Zeek believes in fighting for justice versus fighting for pleasure. You would never find him picking on someone unless they have done something to trigger that action.
When Zeek finds the perfect companion, he will forever be devoted to her. He believes in holding a strong relationship, and he holds an heir of leadership about him. His wish is certainly to rule his own life, and for this reason, he joins packs to lead them, or doesn't join at all. On the other hand, if Zeek has a family, he does believe in joining a pack so that his children can grow to develop intelligence only life in a secure environment like a pack can bring.
Sample Post -
OOC: Figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and post my sample post as my first post here...
Wandering in upon the terra, Zeek's intentions were unknown even to himself. Zeek always wanted to be in charge of his own life, and for this reason, pack life was hard on him. He did not believe in challenging for alphaship, merely because it was very hard to connect with your pack if you came by force. This, at least, was how the street dog called Zeek saw things. Yes, Zeek had long since promised himself that the only way he'd lead a pack was if he fell in love with an Alphess, and she with him, or he claimed it upon his arrival. This city was new in his travels, and it was apparently a new haven for all canines. Unfortunately for himself, all packlands were previously claimed, yet the curiousity in him was not yet satisfied. Minus well get a look at his surroundings, starting with the packs. And hey, if he found one that suited his free lifestyle, he might even join.
Zeek found his sleek, black body moving at a quicker pace as his mysterious brown orbs fell upon a tremendously large factory. The old building held a look of faded importance that intrigued the brute, and of course, if it intrigued Zeek, Zeek had to see it. Soon, he was in a steady jog, and then he could not contain himself any longer. Long, powerful limbs carried him high and proud as he ran towards the building. Everything around him sped past like an action scene, and he was trapped in the slow motion part. With every upward motion, his fur would stick to his body, and every time his pads touched the grass, it would fly up in awkward directions. Despite his promise to never join a pack unless he could lead it or had a family, Zeek just felt as though he belonged here.
Arriving at the place known as the Power Station Pack, he stood in wonder. Admiring the finely structured place that over the years had faded into something nobody bothered looking twice at. Zeek must have sat there, staring for a good few minutes before he remembered his mission and headed deeper into the place that felt more like a dream than reality. Without looking where he was going, he felt his muzzle bump lightly into an object. Looking up, he found himself seperated from heaven by a barbwire fence. He looked around frantically, upset that he might not have a chance to further view this wonderous place. However, as he looked to his right, he found his vision trapped by another figure. A husky, or so it seemed. And a gorgeous one at that. The plusses of joining this pack were adding up and as her sleek body pushed through the fence and she emerged into the building, Zeek followed the trail she'd left behind and with a slight struggle, he was able to maneuver his way through the first obstacle. The rest was rather easy, and once he found himself behind the female, he cleared his throat to make himself known.
"Uh, hello there. I'm Zeek. I suppose this magical place belongs to you, ma'am?"
Yes, even some street dogs had manners. Most males who'd grown up like Zeek were arrogant jerks who thought they ruled the world. However, Zeek was more of a thinker and he had long since learned that the only thing you could ever rule was yourself. His maw curled to a charming smile and his white teeth shone in the dark power station. A friendly gesture to the female and to show he meant no harm, he bowed his head slightly to the Alphess, awaiting her response.