Post by ~Reliquus on Jun 10, 2009 4:53:00 GMT -5
``wolf name, Constantin
``wolf age, 4
``wolf breed, Doberman Pinscher
``LINK TO BIO, Constantin's bio (for a brief one, see the signature)
``personality, Good: loyal, protective, obedient under truth, sticks to it Bad: stoic, accent can be hard to understand, stubborn under a manipulative rule
``rank, Guard or Head Guard, whatever suits, he won't argue.
Mist clung to the landscape like a pre-dawn blanket, the dull burble of rushing water could be heard, but the distance could not be judged in the fog. Breath came in puffs of steam and objects appeared suddenly about one; any pace must be slowed so as not to collide. Quiet huffs of breath and soon a black apparition solidified out of the mist into a well muscled frame with brown points.. The Doberman was getting damp round his back as he walked, loose stones about his feet scattered in his wake. Patches of grass caught the pebbles in-between frosted blades. Stopping, he shook and sent water flying from his black-and-tan coat and sneezed mightily. “Sun’s not up yet…” He muttered in his thick accent, rubbing his nose with one paw before raising his gaze to the still-dark sky above. “Might get varm yet…”
The dog began off once more, making for the dulled noise of a stream, relying on his nose and ears more then his eyes in the emotionless grey expanse. Under his paws, the ground became muddy and damp, the boulders he passed covered lightly in moss as the rushing mass of water revealed itself before him. Padding softly to the edge, he eagerly lapped at the water, enjoying the cold, crisp taste. Even for a small stream the bitter mountain water had carved a deep passage down towards the sea and now, in the grip of the wet season, it was a dangerous place for a tumble.
Constantin turned tail and began back the way he came, only to be stopped by an odd happening before him. A rock was burnished gold up the slope through the fog as if it had been dipped in the sun. The sight mystified the Doberman until he realised the glow was spreading, dissipating the fog as it touched it. He realised it was no supernatural phenomenon, simply the sun rising. Trotting up the hill and into the warm dawn, he sat on his haunches though the ground below him was still damp and cold.
The strong morning sun began to dry out the dampness on his coat and soon he was warm. Yawning wide, he felt content and at easy, despite his blank facial expression and his lack of breakfast. He’d heard there was a pack forming here, smelt the signs of a boundary sketched out. Hopefully somebody would find him there if he waited long enough. “Stehp one, faind the pack. Next job… Git breakfehst…”
