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Troyergals Chat Thread!!!
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I'm back. 
You like talking to HevensHens or something?That and other things.
Nope.You like talking to HevensHens or something?
*EXPLODES*
YOU DON'T LIKE TALKING TO ME?!?!?!
And, no, totally haven't been stalking.
I been creating da most epic AHAM charrie ever.
YOU DON'T LIKE TALKING TO ME?!?!?!
And, no, totally haven't been stalking.
I been creating da most epic AHAM charrie ever.
My brain saw "have" not "like". -_- Of course I do!!!!*EXPLODES*
YOU DON'T LIKE TALKING TO ME?!?!?!
And, no, totally haven't been stalking.
I been creating da most epic AHAM charrie ever.
Tell me more!!!!
Hello peeps!
Yes indeed. -_- I look like the Target dog.Nice pic.
Edit: reads further, yup.
Highest I've got is ten. -_- I stink at jumping rope.
You're not that bad!
I'm somewhere in the nineties, but that record was set back when I was 12.
Cole didn't come up with the rest of the flock today so I went out to find him. I succeeded too. Well in finding what was left anyway.Didn't know that there was currently anything back there big or bold enough to take out a goat. We've set a trap with what's left and also have a game cam out there, maybe we'll get what ever it is tonight.
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THE AUDACITY OF PREDATORS!!!!!!!
I'm so sorry, Dan.
So you don't have yotes, then I'd definitely agree on a big bobcat.
What were your plans for him? :/
But I WAS.
Just not HERE.
XD I figured as much.My brain saw "have" not "like". -_- Of course I do!!!!
Tell me more!!!!
How's THIS for telling you more:
Name: Tyler
Pack: Loner
Gender: Male
Age (in moons): 25
Rank: Loner
Packtors:(IF UNDER 5 MOONS AND ARE A PUP!-like mentors from Warriors, but there are two- an adult male and female) (This is retarded, why did I write this.... ;-; )
Personality: A complete recluse. He has an unexplained terror of that packs that not even he has been able to decipher, leaving him a ghost to the world of hierarchical canines. Drifts through the shadows at the edge of the territories- making him known as the inexplicable shimmer in the corner of one's eye; the unforeseen crunch of leaves; the ripple of silver against a blackened midnight. For none know his name, but he has heard theirs on the winds of gossip. He is omnipresent, always brooding, listening, watching- for reasons that he can't even mentally comprehend; all he understands is that he risks his life during every second he lingers. Extremely shy, and a master of disguise. If you've seen him, you're one of the exceedingly rare few; Tyler is more elusive than an albino deer. Is inexplicably attracted to River Pack, and this terrifies him. Years of surviving by his paws- and his paws alone- has made him one of the most resourceful hunters and elite fighters ever known to the unseeing forest-
Virtues that will never be seen by another canine eye.
History: Completely unknown to Tyler himself. He woke up one day as a young pup, head throbbing with pain, completely alone, and bleeding what he thought to be his life out to the lapping waves of the River. After drifting in and out of consciousness for almost a moon, surviving only by the water than had almost taken his life, Tyler finally gathered enough strength to get up and hunt a crippled mouse- a pittance that saved his life.
Finding that his memories had been completely washed away, the now-young adult wolf drifted into the stereotypical life of a loner, finding an eerie and irresistible interest to a certain pack- an attraction that nearly lead to his demise multiple times. Needing no name, and having no use for one, the massive wolf went nameless, at least until a name was thrust onto him by a young, dying pet pup he stumbled upon. Touched and tormented deeply, he took the pup's name to be his own for the dog's dying wish.
Now he walks alone, forever fearful of his mysterious connection to the packs.
And mistakenly believes he will forever.
Description of bodily attributes: Massive and tall silver male with a plumed brush tail. Has a conspicuous scar that ripples from his neck to his chest. Erect ears and a flat mane-like dark silver ruff that encircles his neck.
Breed if dog or species if wolf/coyote: Timber wolf.
Mate/crush: Nope.
Parents: ******* ANNNNNNNNNNND ******
Siblings: ****************************
Pups: Nope
Other:
Username: HeavensHens88
Pack: Loner
Gender: Male
Age (in moons): 25
Rank: Loner
Packtors:
Personality: A complete recluse. He has an unexplained terror of that packs that not even he has been able to decipher, leaving him a ghost to the world of hierarchical canines. Drifts through the shadows at the edge of the territories- making him known as the inexplicable shimmer in the corner of one's eye; the unforeseen crunch of leaves; the ripple of silver against a blackened midnight. For none know his name, but he has heard theirs on the winds of gossip. He is omnipresent, always brooding, listening, watching- for reasons that he can't even mentally comprehend; all he understands is that he risks his life during every second he lingers. Extremely shy, and a master of disguise. If you've seen him, you're one of the exceedingly rare few; Tyler is more elusive than an albino deer. Is inexplicably attracted to River Pack, and this terrifies him. Years of surviving by his paws- and his paws alone- has made him one of the most resourceful hunters and elite fighters ever known to the unseeing forest-
Virtues that will never be seen by another canine eye.
History: Completely unknown to Tyler himself. He woke up one day as a young pup, head throbbing with pain, completely alone, and bleeding what he thought to be his life out to the lapping waves of the River. After drifting in and out of consciousness for almost a moon, surviving only by the water than had almost taken his life, Tyler finally gathered enough strength to get up and hunt a crippled mouse- a pittance that saved his life.
Finding that his memories had been completely washed away, the now-young adult wolf drifted into the stereotypical life of a loner, finding an eerie and irresistible interest to a certain pack- an attraction that nearly lead to his demise multiple times. Needing no name, and having no use for one, the massive wolf went nameless, at least until a name was thrust onto him by a young, dying pet pup he stumbled upon. Touched and tormented deeply, he took the pup's name to be his own for the dog's dying wish.
Now he walks alone, forever fearful of his mysterious connection to the packs.
And mistakenly believes he will forever.
Description of bodily attributes: Massive and tall silver male with a plumed brush tail. Has a conspicuous scar that ripples from his neck to his chest. Erect ears and a flat mane-like dark silver ruff that encircles his neck.
Breed if dog or species if wolf/coyote: Timber wolf.
Mate/crush: Nope.
Parents: ******* ANNNNNNNNNNND ******
Siblings: ****************************
Pups: Nope
Other:
Username: HeavensHens88
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