Post by dramwild428 on Mar 6, 2010 23:01:48 GMT -5
Name: Kresmyn
Nickname: N/A
Age: 11 months
Gender: Male
W/D/H: Wolf
Species: Slykian Wolf
Height: 1'6"
Length: 2'3" not including tail
Weight: 88 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Fur Type: Smooth, shiny, silky
Color/Markings: White, red covering left eye, ear, and muzzle(half the face), red coming down into left front leg, ends at toes
Personality: Sweet, caring, secretive(he's unknown to the others in his pack)
History: Kresmyn never had a name. He just was. He was always walking, running, moving. Then one day he came upon the territory of Eclipse's pack. He was treated like an outcast. Only scraps of food. No place to sleep in the cave. He didn't qualify for their pack. Until he met Flesmy. Flesmy was his only friend. She actually cared about him. She saved him scraps, welcomed him to the territory, taught him, and showed him a hidden and secret chamber that he could stay in. And it was Flesmy who gave him what he most desired: a name. They were in the chamber one night, and he was sleeping. He heard the words whispered in his ear: 'Kresmyn, my lovely Kresmyn, sleep tonight with nothing on your mind. Oh, Kresmyn, oh Kresmyn, fall asleep with troubles far behind. Oh, Kresmyn, oh Kresmyn, my sweet, so devine. Kresmyn, I love you, oh Kresmyn.' And that was his name. No one knows how she came up with that magnificent name, but she did. Kresmyn has always thought of her as a guardian. Her rough grey coat, her red markings, her everything. That was family. Kresmyn's definition for family and love was Flesmy. She said he was her long awaited, that the one who she talked to her reflection with at the river, was he. And he adored that story. The story that told him he was someone, a special someone that was loved.
Health Problems: None
Miscellaneous: N/A
Image: N/A
Nickname: N/A
Age: 11 months
Gender: Male
W/D/H: Wolf
Species: Slykian Wolf
Height: 1'6"
Length: 2'3" not including tail
Weight: 88 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Fur Type: Smooth, shiny, silky
Color/Markings: White, red covering left eye, ear, and muzzle(half the face), red coming down into left front leg, ends at toes
Personality: Sweet, caring, secretive(he's unknown to the others in his pack)
History: Kresmyn never had a name. He just was. He was always walking, running, moving. Then one day he came upon the territory of Eclipse's pack. He was treated like an outcast. Only scraps of food. No place to sleep in the cave. He didn't qualify for their pack. Until he met Flesmy. Flesmy was his only friend. She actually cared about him. She saved him scraps, welcomed him to the territory, taught him, and showed him a hidden and secret chamber that he could stay in. And it was Flesmy who gave him what he most desired: a name. They were in the chamber one night, and he was sleeping. He heard the words whispered in his ear: 'Kresmyn, my lovely Kresmyn, sleep tonight with nothing on your mind. Oh, Kresmyn, oh Kresmyn, fall asleep with troubles far behind. Oh, Kresmyn, oh Kresmyn, my sweet, so devine. Kresmyn, I love you, oh Kresmyn.' And that was his name. No one knows how she came up with that magnificent name, but she did. Kresmyn has always thought of her as a guardian. Her rough grey coat, her red markings, her everything. That was family. Kresmyn's definition for family and love was Flesmy. She said he was her long awaited, that the one who she talked to her reflection with at the river, was he. And he adored that story. The story that told him he was someone, a special someone that was loved.
Health Problems: None
Miscellaneous: N/A
Image: N/A
