Post by ~Dingodile~ on Sept 24, 2012 18:57:55 GMT -6
Name: Thrennion or Thrennion-rah
Meaning: Thrennion= Rowan berries, Thrennion-rah = Lord Rowan berries
Age: 10 months
Gender: Buck
Species: Rabbit (Belgian Hare)
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: Tishka Grove Warren
Rank: Chief Rabbit
Weight: 10 lbs
Height:can't find a height listing for rabbits
Description: Thrennion looks for all the world like a hare because of his thin and wiry body but that was what his breed was bred for. He has the appearance of a hare but the size of a rabbit. His fur is a reddish-brown color that is darker along his back, the top of his tail and the tips of his ears are black. He has cream patches around his dark red eyes and has white underneath his tail like a wild rabbit.
Sexual Preferences: Heterosexual
Picture:
History:
Thrennion was born to a domesticated rabbit whom had escaped her owner and roamed far. The poor creature had finally collapsed at the entrance to a warren in the thick forest and having pity the rabbits from the warren had taken her in. Thrennion's mother was already pregnant and when the kits were born the warren's members looked on them with disdain. After all, how could this man-bred stock be of any use? They were proven wrong after the rabbits grew up.
A few of the doe's kits grew to be of a useful size, especially Thrennion who gained a very respectful position. The young buck never contested anything better than what he was given though and would have been happy with his simple guardian rank had one of his rivals not made it to Chief Rabbit. His rival was intent on expelling young Thrennion from the warren so he had fought for the position and won. Thrennion found himself to be the new chief rabbit.
Where do you live? Tishka Grove
Family/Friends/Enemies?
Thrennion likes all animals equally, even predators (so long as they abstain from trying to eat him).
Personality:
Thrennion is a very jovial buck, something one would not expect from a Chief Rabbit. He enjoys telling jokes and when up to it will tell a story or a poem that will have many rabbits in tears. He is a very approachable fellow and genuinely cares about the well-being of those that he commands, he also cares about the well-being of other creatures and would go out of his way to help someone if he could. This has led to his expanding the warrens borders to include rodents as well, so long as they're willing to put work into the upkeep of the warren.
This also leads to another fact about this buck. Thrennion may be all smiles and clever words but he knows when to be serious. Sure, some situations may be lightened by a wise word here and there but when the time for words has passed then claws must be used instead. This buck has no trouble with using his claws in defense of his warren and those he loves.
Sample Post: From another site.... Hope that's okay.
Meaning: Thrennion= Rowan berries, Thrennion-rah = Lord Rowan berries
Age: 10 months
Gender: Buck
Species: Rabbit (Belgian Hare)
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: Tishka Grove Warren
Rank: Chief Rabbit
Weight: 10 lbs
Height:
Description: Thrennion looks for all the world like a hare because of his thin and wiry body but that was what his breed was bred for. He has the appearance of a hare but the size of a rabbit. His fur is a reddish-brown color that is darker along his back, the top of his tail and the tips of his ears are black. He has cream patches around his dark red eyes and has white underneath his tail like a wild rabbit.
Sexual Preferences: Heterosexual
Picture:
History:
Thrennion was born to a domesticated rabbit whom had escaped her owner and roamed far. The poor creature had finally collapsed at the entrance to a warren in the thick forest and having pity the rabbits from the warren had taken her in. Thrennion's mother was already pregnant and when the kits were born the warren's members looked on them with disdain. After all, how could this man-bred stock be of any use? They were proven wrong after the rabbits grew up.
A few of the doe's kits grew to be of a useful size, especially Thrennion who gained a very respectful position. The young buck never contested anything better than what he was given though and would have been happy with his simple guardian rank had one of his rivals not made it to Chief Rabbit. His rival was intent on expelling young Thrennion from the warren so he had fought for the position and won. Thrennion found himself to be the new chief rabbit.
Where do you live? Tishka Grove
Family/Friends/Enemies?
Thrennion likes all animals equally, even predators (so long as they abstain from trying to eat him).
Personality:
Thrennion is a very jovial buck, something one would not expect from a Chief Rabbit. He enjoys telling jokes and when up to it will tell a story or a poem that will have many rabbits in tears. He is a very approachable fellow and genuinely cares about the well-being of those that he commands, he also cares about the well-being of other creatures and would go out of his way to help someone if he could. This has led to his expanding the warrens borders to include rodents as well, so long as they're willing to put work into the upkeep of the warren.
This also leads to another fact about this buck. Thrennion may be all smiles and clever words but he knows when to be serious. Sure, some situations may be lightened by a wise word here and there but when the time for words has passed then claws must be used instead. This buck has no trouble with using his claws in defense of his warren and those he loves.
Sample Post: From another site.... Hope that's okay.
The strange atmosphere of Ophelia was one that many tended to avoid. Not the hunter who was strange herself. The hunter who enjoyed having solitude. The hunter named Briar who had a coat as dull as the scenery itself. The dismal area made her feel more at home than any other place and she let out a deep sigh. No one would be here, it was a dangerous place if you didn't know where you were going which Briar, of course, did know. She visited the area enough to know every little rock and sand grain intimately.[/size]
The tiny wolf was moving at a trot across the sand, her body was like that of a wraith, making no sound and due to her coloring she was little more than a shadow across the background. Just how she liked it. She was sure that even her scent was masked. Why? She had made sure to make it that way by rolling in a patch of moss before she'd left the pack camp. Others following her was not wanted today. The only shadow she wanted with her was her own.
The river was her destination, she hadn't planned any stops until she got there. That was until a scent hit her nose... Well, two actually. The first was a rabbit and the other was the scent of blood. She saw the tiny herbivore and expected for it to be dead but this was not the case, for now. The poor creature was obviously starving to death and was not far from death. However, the scent that clung to the herbivore was that of sickness and Briar did not want to be sick... Especially not with the accursed sickness that plagued the mutated wolves so she left the tiny rabbit be. Not bothering to quicken its path to the dark trail with a bite.
Well... if the rabbit wasn't bleeding then what was? She inhaled deeply and she knew it was that of a wolf. Why was an Aserio wolf bleeding in the middle of its own territory? There was no scent of mutated wolves or larger predators. The dull wolf got her answer when she walked forward a few more feet. She saw another hunter, one she had seen a few times but never really bothered to talk to. What was his name? Rose? Roavin? Or... Ronan! That was it, she was sure it was but why was he bleeding? A piece of a metal contraption sticking out of the ground provided her answer.
Her dull eyes rolled as she thought of how the other wolf had tripped over the metal. Hunters were supposed to be graceful. Not clumsy. Leave that to the over-sized guardians. Still, she needed to get by the other hunter so she could travel to the river. Her path would be quickest in a straight line so she decided to edge quietly around the male. So, she made sure to get her front paws over the metal piece when she started forward again but what she failed to do was make sure her rear paws were over it.
Thunk! Her left rear paw struck the fiendish metal piece and kicked it forward a few feet, right in front of Ronan. Dammit! She shouldn't have been so cocky... She should have just gone around! Now the other wolf would see her. So she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding and waited for the other to speak because she wouldn't do it first. Her eyes were lowered so that the slight flicker of annoyance wouldn't show.