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Post by Headthrob on Mar 11, 2008 15:05:44 GMT -5
Name: Headthrob
Meaning (optional):
Age: To many moons to count
Special Abilities (For hybrids, give the link to your accepted hybrid application): None
Mate: Friskey [Dead]
Pups: Foxiel Hunter, Flickerfooting
Description (personality and physical): Many scares covering front legs. Doesn't give up easily.
What's your roleplay style? One liner, Semi-Para, Para, or Multi-Para: Multi-para
How long have you been living in WMH?: Maybe for about a couple of years.
When are you on Furc and how many times are you on Furc each week?: Twice every day.
Position you want and why: Omega. I don't want to be in the way.
Have you been in any other pack? If so, tell me the names. Caten.
Why have you left your pack and come to join this one? Decided needed a change of surrondings.
P.S. I don't roleplay often.
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Post by Adalae on Mar 11, 2008 15:43:52 GMT -5
Well, you're gonna need to provide at least two of the RP situations.
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Post by Headthrob on Mar 11, 2008 15:53:13 GMT -5
The large brute walked stiff legged into the den, something only the alpha was able to do. Stricky forbidden on others. Headthrob knew the alpha was cruel and large, passing his stupid decrees now and then. But he also lacked knowledge. The beta's eyes fell upon Headthrob. They all knew a challenge to the alpha was a very rare thing. He walked straight up to the alpha, giving a low snarl as a warning. Seeing that the alpha paid no attenion to the warning, he quickily sprang upon the large neck infront of him. Letting a trail of blood pour down from his jaws, not caring the pain he was causing. Opening his jaws, slowly backed away from the monster. A lifeless form laid before the pack. Headthrob's pack.
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Post by Headthrob on Mar 11, 2008 15:54:11 GMT -5
That isn't the best I have done, but it's a true story.
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Post by Adalae on Mar 11, 2008 16:01:17 GMT -5
I'm sorry, but declined.
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