Post by Menu on Mar 10, 2008 12:35:28 GMT -5
Name: Menu
Age: About Two Years..
Special Abilities: Menu needs none.
Mate: None
Pups: None
Description: With grace of a God, Menu holds himself with pride of a lion. He's the overly-protective father, and plays kind...only when you do. With perfectly sharp ivories, his smile may send you running. Menu is overly sized male, generally bigger than most, and holds the build of an adolescent St. Brenard. Menu has very quick reflexes, is quick when called, and will protect even the unknown in fear or in danger. His pelt is in the stage of changing to it's final color scheme, but it has yet to find. The male has a mohawk between his ears, and slides down to the collar line. His left ear had been nipped by a night-attacker, and left him with a chip in his step. With a smile all the time, and such a dry sense of humor, Menu will hold authority well, and protect when needed.
Roleplay Style: Multi-Para, Sometimes Para.
How long have you been living in WMH?: Over four years..
Schedule: I'm on seven days a week and I get on about 10pm during the week, and on weekends, it depends. But I'm on ATLEAST once a day.
Position you want and why: Gamma, because Menu can handle authority well, but doesn't enjoy it. He needs the highest rank he can get, to keep himself safe.
Have you been in any other pack?: N/A
Roleplay
Roleplay approaching the Alphas:Menu lets all come together. With licorice colored pads crunching in the midnight snow, The brute trails happily among a random chosen path. Audits flicker to the breathing of others, and male halts in path. Danrkened limbs locked to keep himself battle-ready, and lets his tassle lay low. Orbs focus on all the other around him, and jaw locks with irritability. He emits a growl at himself, but curiosity picks him up from his feet, carrying him the same direction. Dome held the thoughts of danger, but once the smell hit his nostrils, he knew that he would have to approach with such grace. As Menu finally caught eye of the unknown, he smelt the Alpha.Young male continued until he came between the female upon her rock, and his nostrils familiarized himself with the scent. Menu let a friendly snort escape, and tassle slid between hind-legs. His light audits fell quietly to his dome and the male slowly let his frontal limbs fall, to let himself greet the female correctly. He not dare mutter a sound, as he had no right to do so. Orbs kept focus on the female, incase of a fight. The linage around Menu's ivories begin to tighten, as the male awaited approaval..If she not respond, he'd carry on for a new place to call acception.
Roleplay if a pup was in danger or hurt:Menu let pads echo through the lands. The male had head yelps from a young one. With grace and agility, the limbs of the two year old carried him to the place of the whelp. As he arrived the area where the pup lay helpless and injured, rage welled inside the adolescent. Audits pinned with anger, but lay alert to listen for the attacker. Nostrils flared at the scent of the puppy's blood, but Menu felt the fatherly genes kick. The midnight colored whelp lay with a slash to the neck, and Menu not knowing the extent of the damage, he slowly dug his muzzle under the cage of the little one, and lifted him with a single movement onto the back of his warmed nape. With slow steps and singled out bare ivories shown, he kept him and himself safe. After arriving to the darkened cave, he searched for danger, and found his safe haven from where he slept. With the den empty, and no one to help him yet, he softly let the whelp sprawl on the ground, and curled himself around the injured. Cavern parted, he let his foliage run over the wound, cleaning the sour mark of selfishness. Menu let his mind wonder over the situation, but how can anyone harm a whelp? They're defenseless. Menu let his dome fall down next to the whelps, and did all he could do. Keep the little one warm.
Roleplay anything:Menu lets his tassle float on behind himself, with pads lightly catching ground with a light intrest in his step. As the softened earth formed prints in the clay, he grunted in frustration. Without caring about it, his Audits perked as he came back across the abandoned den he called home. Audits perked for any noise, and he lay her built cage lower, ducking his dome inside the darkness. Nostrils flared with new scents inside, and limbs locked in sense of danger. Pelt stay stiff down crooked spine, and held tilted as he came across the first soul inside. Slits narrowed more in concentration, but realized there was no danger. Yet. Cave parted, revealing knives, and he grunted a polite hello, in turn with a greeting. "Hello, my dears." He tilted his head back up, and crept with caution past the ghostly colored wolven, and glanced at the other without threat. Menu hopped up upon the chilled stone, curling into a tight ball, leaving his dome craned in curiosity.
Age: About Two Years..
Special Abilities: Menu needs none.
Mate: None
Pups: None
Description: With grace of a God, Menu holds himself with pride of a lion. He's the overly-protective father, and plays kind...only when you do. With perfectly sharp ivories, his smile may send you running. Menu is overly sized male, generally bigger than most, and holds the build of an adolescent St. Brenard. Menu has very quick reflexes, is quick when called, and will protect even the unknown in fear or in danger. His pelt is in the stage of changing to it's final color scheme, but it has yet to find. The male has a mohawk between his ears, and slides down to the collar line. His left ear had been nipped by a night-attacker, and left him with a chip in his step. With a smile all the time, and such a dry sense of humor, Menu will hold authority well, and protect when needed.
Roleplay Style: Multi-Para, Sometimes Para.
How long have you been living in WMH?: Over four years..
Schedule: I'm on seven days a week and I get on about 10pm during the week, and on weekends, it depends. But I'm on ATLEAST once a day.
Position you want and why: Gamma, because Menu can handle authority well, but doesn't enjoy it. He needs the highest rank he can get, to keep himself safe.
Have you been in any other pack?: N/A
Roleplay
Roleplay approaching the Alphas:Menu lets all come together. With licorice colored pads crunching in the midnight snow, The brute trails happily among a random chosen path. Audits flicker to the breathing of others, and male halts in path. Danrkened limbs locked to keep himself battle-ready, and lets his tassle lay low. Orbs focus on all the other around him, and jaw locks with irritability. He emits a growl at himself, but curiosity picks him up from his feet, carrying him the same direction. Dome held the thoughts of danger, but once the smell hit his nostrils, he knew that he would have to approach with such grace. As Menu finally caught eye of the unknown, he smelt the Alpha.Young male continued until he came between the female upon her rock, and his nostrils familiarized himself with the scent. Menu let a friendly snort escape, and tassle slid between hind-legs. His light audits fell quietly to his dome and the male slowly let his frontal limbs fall, to let himself greet the female correctly. He not dare mutter a sound, as he had no right to do so. Orbs kept focus on the female, incase of a fight. The linage around Menu's ivories begin to tighten, as the male awaited approaval..If she not respond, he'd carry on for a new place to call acception.
Roleplay if a pup was in danger or hurt:Menu let pads echo through the lands. The male had head yelps from a young one. With grace and agility, the limbs of the two year old carried him to the place of the whelp. As he arrived the area where the pup lay helpless and injured, rage welled inside the adolescent. Audits pinned with anger, but lay alert to listen for the attacker. Nostrils flared at the scent of the puppy's blood, but Menu felt the fatherly genes kick. The midnight colored whelp lay with a slash to the neck, and Menu not knowing the extent of the damage, he slowly dug his muzzle under the cage of the little one, and lifted him with a single movement onto the back of his warmed nape. With slow steps and singled out bare ivories shown, he kept him and himself safe. After arriving to the darkened cave, he searched for danger, and found his safe haven from where he slept. With the den empty, and no one to help him yet, he softly let the whelp sprawl on the ground, and curled himself around the injured. Cavern parted, he let his foliage run over the wound, cleaning the sour mark of selfishness. Menu let his mind wonder over the situation, but how can anyone harm a whelp? They're defenseless. Menu let his dome fall down next to the whelps, and did all he could do. Keep the little one warm.
Roleplay anything:Menu lets his tassle float on behind himself, with pads lightly catching ground with a light intrest in his step. As the softened earth formed prints in the clay, he grunted in frustration. Without caring about it, his Audits perked as he came back across the abandoned den he called home. Audits perked for any noise, and he lay her built cage lower, ducking his dome inside the darkness. Nostrils flared with new scents inside, and limbs locked in sense of danger. Pelt stay stiff down crooked spine, and held tilted as he came across the first soul inside. Slits narrowed more in concentration, but realized there was no danger. Yet. Cave parted, revealing knives, and he grunted a polite hello, in turn with a greeting. "Hello, my dears." He tilted his head back up, and crept with caution past the ghostly colored wolven, and glanced at the other without threat. Menu hopped up upon the chilled stone, curling into a tight ball, leaving his dome craned in curiosity.