Biography
I remember seeing two-legs bundled in black clothing. One was concentrating hard, with a red ball hanging from his hand. All of a sudden, something sharp jabs me. I turn around, expecting a falcon, bobcat or another wolf, who attacked me. Instead, I saw the same read ball. At first I tried to grab it, but then realized that the humans might shoot me with another one. I quickly darted off, until I felt an uncalled for sleepy sensation blanket me. After a couple minutes, I couldn't fight it anymore, and fell asleep. I felt things touching me while I was asleep, but couldn't wake up. It was the worst dream I had ever had.
When I woke up, I was in a different territory. When I tried to get up, I felt something heavy around my neck. I tucked and turned my head at weird angles to try and bite it off, but could never reach it. After a day of playing with it, I decided it wouldn't help me to boggle the strange item. I got up, and searched for my pack. Once I found them, I expected a warm welcome. However all I got was teeth to the dexterior. I had to find a new pack, but that was hard considering I had a strange smell, and something weird around my neck. By the time the two-leg scent wore off, I found myself wandering across a desert. Desert Edge found me, and took me in. They are the only wolves I have allegiance to. Any wolf who isn't part of my pack, is one that won't accept me. They are prey.
Temporary Mentor- Yuma
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| Personality
Gambit struggles with low self esteem and extreme bouts depression and boredom. In the pack, he's a little quiet, but friendly when you talk to him, and ready for work, but also makes time for himself.He is afraid to confront serious things, even if he's an adult. This could be because of low thoughts of himself, and troublesome past. Because of the lack of control in his daily life, he seeks control through murderous schemes. He's found out that hunting other wolves is the one thing that invigorates him, and keeps his mind sharp. He doesn't get prey mixed with family, though, and is very careful about hiding his secret intent. A good boy if you don't know what he's capable of. Seeks deep rooted companionship in the pack to counter his almost cannibal senses.
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You look down at the fresh paw indentations in the brown riverbed. Heavy fog sets on the damp muddy floor. Grey pebble hills rise above you, and boomerang around a corner. They're layered with rich soil, and green grass, and dark, arched oak trees covering the dawn light above you. The tree's only separate for the riverbed, and a rising stone stream a couple paces away. You're eyes follow the stone path, you see grey paw pads on the mud, then cream fur. You're eyes shoot up to his eyes. They're emerald green, with bolts of yellow, and ice blue plates reflecting in them. They are full of loathing and a certain blankness as well.
He is an unbelievably tall wolf, but is very thin. He's only made up of tight, under nourished muscles, and peeking bones. His fur is thick, so you can only tell if you look through the patches. He has fur that has been pulled out severely along his stomach and right back legs, while the rest is dramatic shedding. His desirable coat is the only thing that diverts you away from his bad shape. And...the rope. He has a royal blue, leather strap hanging around his neck, with a black box hanging from it. It's tossed limply around his neck. He see's you staring at his throat, and growls lowly.
His head lowers, before he pounces from the elevated hill, and lands on top of you. You're vision blurs into a black, furry mess. The last thing you see, is magenta jaws, and yellow teeth, strap down beneath you're chin. The last thing you feel is the wind of his unbelievable speed, and then the blood exploding from you're jugular.
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