Slice

personality

He is a young wolf, but despite that he has gone through a lot with the two years he had been born, his attitude and personality is more mature then of a two year old male should have. He still has fun to him, but after witnessing a horrific event in his pack he had came from, it hardly shows. He is stubborn at times and wont give up easily at finding a new home or a new friend. He can be timid at times, in new places and around new creatures. He is also adventurous, that is where he's looking for a new home. He makes an effort to get his point across even if whatever he is trying to get his point across to whoever threatens him. He sometimes doesn't know when to back down.

summary/past

In the beginning, this young pup was born two years before he left on an adventure on a quest to find a new life, a new home, and a new family. Slice began to start his life as a mature pup that had responsibilities unlike the others; to be a leader. He was favored by all of his pack members, even the alphas. He grew large and larger, and then a war broke. An allie of the alpha's broke into an uprising roar of power and dominance. Slice had no way out of the catastrophe that he was drug into; only at the age of 24 months. Moments passed as the war grew longer, and his pack grew weaker. One by one, they were slaughtered. Then lied him, two others, and the pack alpha. And the first to die was the alpha.

Gasping grief struck through every one of the survivor's hearts. Their savior lost, Slice's savior lost. But the mind of this male's was far to brilliant to quite then. He had a plan B, to move out. Under the vision of the new-comers, he slipped out of the area into a squeezing escape of moments. He's made it to the other side of glory. The pup had to regain a family, a new one that was not monstrous, over powering, and ignorance. He was free at last. But a small tack on this relief, he had to survive. The pup soon ran miles away, coming upon a putrid city, the smell of death and the look of abandonment. It was a saddening site to see. A city....of Hell.

roleplay example

It started off like any normal every day of the pack. The wolves would go out on there hunting parties, eat their fill at the kill, sit and bring the left overs back for storage close to the den/cave that him and the pack members lived in. That was when something horrible happened that he didn't even expect that would happen. A terrible howl echoed throughout the land and he had quickly turned his head sharply towards the house. It had been there alphess, the leader of the pack, she had sounded like she was in trouble.

As quickly as he could, turned in a blink of an eye towards the sound of the call. But it had been to late. When he got to the seen there was blood everywhere and the strong scent of rouge males filled the air. With a feeling of dread had crossed his soul, he gazed down upon his former leader - torn to shreds and on the ground. It looked like those wolves had there way with her before they had killed brutally on her own land and left her to die.

It was a quick death however since she was dead when he had got to her body. Tears filled his eyes at the poor site of his alphess, laying lifeless on the ground. He supposed she was just to old to defend herself anymore before this happened. He had heard a terrible angry growl behind him and he had quickly lowered he's head and backed away from the body. It had been the alphess's son who was next in line for the pack. From what Slice could see was that he was full of rage and horror at this site. Before Night could react he had quickly backed more away from them not wanting to be the first thing this male lashed out at for being so upset...