Post by polo on Jan 18, 2008 19:55:40 GMT -5
Imitáá means {Dog} in Blackfoot
{.General.}
I’m a male wolf named Imitaa. I have no mate, nor children. I have no close friends, except the memories of a man that raised me. I abhor no one. As of right now, I am a loner. I am half wolf, half Czechoslovakian wolf dog. I have been walking the earth for 3 years.
{.Personality.}
Imitáá has a tendency to come off as a strong ruling and controlling male. He likes to make sure everything is going his way or running smoothly. Alpha, is the proper rank for him, at least he would say. But, when there isn’t anything to worry about, he is calm and someone nice to talk to. As for a pack, he treats them all as family, making sure everyone is well cares for. As for a mate, he is looking, and is open minded to the thought of offspring. As you can see, he is a hybrid. This does not prove to be a problem in most cases for him. But if a situating would arise were he was being made fun off, someone would pay! As for males go, he is a strong fighter, so I wouldn’t pester him.
{.Where I’ve Been.}
A forbidden breeze blew over the snow, as Imitaa peered through the night down to his home. The small house was packed in with snow from all sides. Smoke rising and rising from the chimney till it diluted with the starry sky. Candle lights glowed from the few cabin windows. The male stood there, reminiscing on the past years he had lived in this house. He recalled the memories, for what seemed like a life time to him. The hours of darkness were frighteningly cold, but his heart was racing to fast to let even the blood in his ears cool. The backdoor light flicked on, sending a shiver down the wolf dog’s spin. A young man stepped out, a started to holler something into the night air. He said it over and over, each time getting louder. “Imitaa!” Imitaa whined with pain, for each time the man called his name, it felt like someone was stabbing his heart. What happened to loyal companion? He felt his paws try to carry him to the human, but his heart stayed made up on his discussion. I’m sorry, he thought, as he turned away, walked into the wild forest. To live free in the wild was where he belonged.
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{.General.}
I’m a male wolf named Imitaa. I have no mate, nor children. I have no close friends, except the memories of a man that raised me. I abhor no one. As of right now, I am a loner. I am half wolf, half Czechoslovakian wolf dog. I have been walking the earth for 3 years.
{.Personality.}
Imitáá has a tendency to come off as a strong ruling and controlling male. He likes to make sure everything is going his way or running smoothly. Alpha, is the proper rank for him, at least he would say. But, when there isn’t anything to worry about, he is calm and someone nice to talk to. As for a pack, he treats them all as family, making sure everyone is well cares for. As for a mate, he is looking, and is open minded to the thought of offspring. As you can see, he is a hybrid. This does not prove to be a problem in most cases for him. But if a situating would arise were he was being made fun off, someone would pay! As for males go, he is a strong fighter, so I wouldn’t pester him.
{.Where I’ve Been.}
A forbidden breeze blew over the snow, as Imitaa peered through the night down to his home. The small house was packed in with snow from all sides. Smoke rising and rising from the chimney till it diluted with the starry sky. Candle lights glowed from the few cabin windows. The male stood there, reminiscing on the past years he had lived in this house. He recalled the memories, for what seemed like a life time to him. The hours of darkness were frighteningly cold, but his heart was racing to fast to let even the blood in his ears cool. The backdoor light flicked on, sending a shiver down the wolf dog’s spin. A young man stepped out, a started to holler something into the night air. He said it over and over, each time getting louder. “Imitaa!” Imitaa whined with pain, for each time the man called his name, it felt like someone was stabbing his heart. What happened to loyal companion? He felt his paws try to carry him to the human, but his heart stayed made up on his discussion. I’m sorry, he thought, as he turned away, walked into the wild forest. To live free in the wild was where he belonged.
The top picture was edited from this site:
www.pedigreedatabase.com/dogs/i/czechoslovakian_wolfdog.jpg