Senre

Name: Senre

Age: 4

Gender: Male


Personality:
Senre is a very, demanding creature. He seeks out to get what he wants, he hasn't any need to fear success. However, He is also not one to mind very well, even more so other males, finding it difficult to take instruction. He can be a fighter, known for throwing his weight around when needed.

He is a hard ass, carrying his head high, and using his strength to amuse himself.

Outside of the normal way he carries his form, he tends to be a softy when it comes to females. He felt no need to lash out, but instead to cherish whatever mate he stakes claims on. However, he can be, selfish when it comes to other females that aren't his to uptake.



Appearance:
Senre stands at a staggering height, towering over most males around his age. His shoulders broad, clashing against the slenderness of his middle, then the up peek of his rump, thick black fur gracing the tail in which he waved about willingly. His legs muscular and baring large paws made for travel but not the best in the matters of speed. His pitch black fur doubled coat, the top layer a spiky water proof. The second, a fuzzy undercoat of warmth, often shedding itself between seasons. His head large, a thin muzzles, lined with pearly white teeth k-9's often stained in blood from his most recent meal.

Family: Looking to build anew.

Mate: Currently seeking.

Pups: None bred.

Example Post:

Senre's wide jaw spreads into a yawn, his tongue flopping out of his mouth in the process. His jaws snapping closed as his form lifts, his legs tensing to allow his upper form to shake out, removing the snow from his fur. Lifting his muzzle, his ears give a flicker, listening for any unwanted visitors that may of ventured near during his nap. Pressing his paws into the snow he makes his way to the half eaten mess of a small deer that he had taken down the night before. Tucking his ears back against his head he lays himself back down, his front legs half way inside the carcass as his head bore down, tearing at the nearly froze flesh with his K-9's.

Taking his time he gorged himself, his middle pulsing round in his intake. Cocking his head back he guides his tongue around his muzzle, cleaning away some of the blood. Lifting out of the carcass he sits back against his haunches, lifting one of his paws to gnaw at it, in attempts to give it some sort of cleaning. He did have a date to attend, a task to complete, and a female to scope out. He had to look his best.


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