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You see, Man and Wolf used to be great friends. Man fed wolf, and sometimes even tamed a few of us! We ran along side them, Trusted them with our lives, and held them dear to our hearts.


But every dream comes to an end...


And sometimes turns into a nightmare.


The humans betrayed us. They started making Factories that were unhealthy to the earth. It affected all of us. One day,The wolves would be fine, The next, The die. And the humans peronallity changed, Also. They started kicking all the canines ut of their homes. The ones that still lived started forming packs. Little did the humans know that a sickness was overtaking them....


The humans eventually became... Something else. They were rotting. Inside of them, they were rotting. Then, Finally... All of them died. But their deaths didn't last long...


The humans returned. But they weren't humans anymore. They were monsters. Rotting, dead and deadly monsters. With no one to care for the factories, They eventually exploded into oblivion. Imagine, All the factories in the world exploding? Well, Some of those factories included things like Nuclear Reactors. One by one, Continents were destroyed. First came Asia. Then Europe. After Went North and South America. The last one to not explode was Australia, Were the very last pack remained. Wolves of other contries fled to australia, and far. But, Eventually, Australia was destroyed aswell. But the wolves were no longer on there. They fled to a large island. But the wolves weren't the only ones who fled...

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Post by Friðþjófr on Fri Jun 07, 2013 6:47 pm

Name:
Friðþjófr

Age:
4 ½

Nickname:
Jofar, Fred (He hates being called Fred....)

Gender:
Male

Sexual orientation:
Bi

Mate:
None

Pup(s):
Nope

Rank:
Aggressor

Physical Appearance(Must be 100 Words):



Personality:(Make this at least 100 words as well! Only the personality, though!)
 He's got temper. There are worse tempers, but his can be pretty nasty. It only flares up when he's under stress. Or hungry. And sometimes when he's drunk.
 Most of the time, Jofar is pretty amiable, preferring to follow the decisions of someone else. But if he has a serious disagreement, he is not afraid to make himself heard. Because hearing is half therj;ehgh
 Friðþjófr does have a mushy soft side. He secretly thinks kittens are the most adorable things ever. Like most secretly, mushy characters, he's an overprotective bastard. Ever more so then Rawr-rawr. And he's also more likely to attack then Rawr-rawr.

Fear(s): Getting arthritis, that thing were you're drunk but you THINK you're sober so you make horrible decisions, that thing were you're sober but you THINK you're drunk so you make horrible decisions,

Like(s): Frogs (the food), swimming, vodka, clay, sticky tape

Dis-like(s): Overly religiousness, seafood, tile floors, zombies, cages, cottage cheese

History: Being written

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 Jagged-nailed hands grabbed at Friðþjófr's fur, catching in the few knots and scratching his skin a little. He reared back abruptly, throwing the undead back. But two others took advantage of his lapse. Friðþjófr slammed backwards against a wall, dislodging the zombies with a wet crunch.
 “Not today,” He growled to himself. “I'm not gonna die today.”
 The hoard of undead was all around him, but he could knock a path through them without a lot of effort. Smiling when he found a break in the wall of bodies, Friðþjófr fought his way out of the mass and into freedom, where he ran like a bat out of hell. Which he might have been in, for all the friggin dead stuff moving around.

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