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Date Posted: 17:22:06 05/02/04 Sun
Author Host/IP: 63-227-209-251.ptld.qwest.net/63.227.209.251
:|Call of your Quarentine|:
+Name:
Scipio
+Age:
3-4 years, middle of prime towards end of it
+Appearance:
Scipio has all the buff and fur of the Mexican breeds and the muscle of the Northern wolves to back it up. His parentage migrated long ago into the New Mexican areas and interbred so although he carries the body stucture of the Mexican wolf, his size and coloring are anything but. He is on the large side for any wolf, a true lobo of his kind and his beauty is added to by the confidence he displays. His legs are long, his chest deep, his face slim, and his proportions perfect.
He is a tawny gray and white, with copper rimming his ears and staining his toes. His eyes are a deep yellow, and his body scarred from uncountable battles. A few of his toes are missing from his right foot and he travels with a slight limp if it's cold outside. Black runs up his forelegs and lower hind legs, and the tip of his tail is dipped in the same color. Down his back a similar jet tone runs in a stripe which also travels down his nose. He is rather daunting in appearance, but generally doesn't bother fighting with most.
{:You can't save the rest like me:}
+Past:
Scipio is a family name, passed down to the future alpha of every generation. The Scipio pack however was never very strong, being the new wolves in town and not quite adapted to desert life. They survived, but they didn't thrive. Then Scipio was born, he was the only pup in his litter and must have taken all the power that other pups would've gotten from their mother. He was the new and improved wolf, after a few generations of breeding with the natives and adaptation.
He soon was strong enough to be a wolf of power and when his father was killed by a rival alpha, he stepped up to the position and killed the other alpha when still rather young. He chased out the alpha female and erected his own pack of about 10 wolves from the combination of his father's pack and the recently defeated rival's. Over the years, as he gained power and influence, his spectrum went from ten to about thirty wolves which ran about and terrorized things, over which he was the undisputed king of chaos, recognized even by the cowboys and respected in a hateful sort of way. He had defeated everything from mountain lion to steel trap, and had all the scars to prove it. He lived the fast life, and loved every minute of it, being a true rover.
However in his second year of power, a grizzled but rather experienced wolf meandered into town and challenged him. Scipio, being an experienced wolf himself, accepted the challenge and was doing fine in the battle of wills. In the standards of nature, it was a very long fight, and at the end of it both wolves, young and old, were bleeding extensivly and exahsted. Scipio, eager to close the fight, made the mistake of his life. The older wolf faked a stumble and Scipio jumped in, not thinking of the hole where one of his feet landed, and snapped his whole foreleg. The older wolf had darted in for the kill, but Scipio had fled with his tail between his legs and wanting nothing more to do with the humiliation he had let himself be lured into. His bone never healed right which is what caused his limp, and now he wanders in a sort of exile searching for something to do with himself.
*(Clean this with Kerosine)*
+Sex:
Male
+EXTRA:
Chad sent me...He is God!!!!
-:If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed:-
(Heros|of:}old{|:
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