Post by ProtoCreed on Dec 27, 2011 14:47:15 GMT -6
Name: Muse
Age: Two years
Rank: Lead Scribe
Gender: Female
Mate: None
Pack: Mak'Unta
Marking: The Rune symbol for 'M' over her right eye. The top part is onevr her eye and the bottom part is below.
Breed of Wolf: Timber Wolf
Describe your Wolf: Muses back fur is tipped with light brown, and her belly is white. Her legs and muzzle are tannish, and she has beautiful golden eyes. Her markings are reletivly Generic, and the only way you'd truly be able to distinguish her from anyone of her species is a long horizontal scar just below her throat that is often hidden by her fur.
Personality: Muse is, without a doubt, the quietest of all the Mak'Unta. The reason because, shes mute. Due to an accident, her vocal chords got ruined and no longer work. She is a great listener however. She occasionaly might be treated as the pack therapist!
History: Muse was a hyper child. She was the kind of pup where everyone loved, but always had to worry about. She always wanted to be the alpha female, and dreamed sometimes of leaving the pack to start her own. When she was an apprentice, her mentor took her out with some other wolves to take down a deer that had wandered into the marshes.
Because most of the deer that came there were often sick or dying, everyone assumed it would be an easy kill. It was Muses job to puncture the throat and kill the deer. The deer wasnt sick, or dying. It was only injured. It ran to the marshes to escape a loner that tried to kill it, and ran into the hunting party.
Because of that, it still had a fair amount of energy. When Muse jumped at it, the deer attacked with its antlers. Muse got extremly lucky, and the antlers slashed her a little too low. Everyone let the deer escape, wanting to help muse. The brought her to the camp as fast as they could, hoping the Shaman could help her before it was too late.
She was passed out for along time, and when she woke up her throat was sore. She tried to speak, but nothing came out. She knew what had happened immeadiatly. She decided to become the scribes apprentice, as it was the only way to communicate with anyone. She could still hunt if needed, but she doesnt like it at all.
Age: Two years
Rank: Lead Scribe
Gender: Female
Mate: None
Pack: Mak'Unta
Marking: The Rune symbol for 'M' over her right eye. The top part is onevr her eye and the bottom part is below.
Breed of Wolf: Timber Wolf
Describe your Wolf: Muses back fur is tipped with light brown, and her belly is white. Her legs and muzzle are tannish, and she has beautiful golden eyes. Her markings are reletivly Generic, and the only way you'd truly be able to distinguish her from anyone of her species is a long horizontal scar just below her throat that is often hidden by her fur.
Personality: Muse is, without a doubt, the quietest of all the Mak'Unta. The reason because, shes mute. Due to an accident, her vocal chords got ruined and no longer work. She is a great listener however. She occasionaly might be treated as the pack therapist!
History: Muse was a hyper child. She was the kind of pup where everyone loved, but always had to worry about. She always wanted to be the alpha female, and dreamed sometimes of leaving the pack to start her own. When she was an apprentice, her mentor took her out with some other wolves to take down a deer that had wandered into the marshes.
Because most of the deer that came there were often sick or dying, everyone assumed it would be an easy kill. It was Muses job to puncture the throat and kill the deer. The deer wasnt sick, or dying. It was only injured. It ran to the marshes to escape a loner that tried to kill it, and ran into the hunting party.
Because of that, it still had a fair amount of energy. When Muse jumped at it, the deer attacked with its antlers. Muse got extremly lucky, and the antlers slashed her a little too low. Everyone let the deer escape, wanting to help muse. The brought her to the camp as fast as they could, hoping the Shaman could help her before it was too late.
She was passed out for along time, and when she woke up her throat was sore. She tried to speak, but nothing came out. She knew what had happened immeadiatly. She decided to become the scribes apprentice, as it was the only way to communicate with anyone. She could still hunt if needed, but she doesnt like it at all.