Furre Name: Folk

Character Description: Demented architect of pure evil entangled the male. Pigments upon canvas of the male had been shifted, tiger stripes that had once decorated the demon had been scattered over the body to form a more well balanced colored coat, darker although, every color blending with the other with such elegance to give off a dangerous approach look upon the behemoth. Skull that had once adorned his cranium was now relinquished from his appearance. King had remained the same in height and length, weight had decreased in fat but muscle conquered over his body.

Special characteristics:

• Height- Larger than normal wolves, at his shoulders he reaches 4'8" and his ear tips around 5'7"
  
  
• Length - Around 7'3" just his body, with tail 11'9".
  
  
• Tail- Larger, longer, thicker and stronger, 4 ft. 6 in. in Length, and 1 foot in thickness.
  
  
• SaberFangs- 2 large fangs measuring 3 in. each placed in front of the mouth on each side.

Picture of your character:

Height: Above

Weight: Now: 270 lbs. Depends on how much he eats and with every season it varies

Species: (Mixed) 80% - Dire Wolf, 10% - Siberian Tiger, 10% - Smilodon.

Breed: Dresirian

Sample Roleplay post: (May be a log post)
Folk's front paws scraped against the soil, loving how the earth in this area felt. The terra around these lands was moist and filled with life. Cranium tilted upwards, inhaling with such force that even bugs would become prisoners of his breathing tunnels. Tongue lapping out of its cavern, engulfing with the sweet taste of the wind. "Home sweet home." Indeed this was the place where Folk had been born, where his species used to roam the lands with honor and pride. Ruling every tree from corner to corner. Until the humans had come and hunted them all down. Folk was the last of his kind and he was not planning on going anywhere soon. Attention kept locked with the high mountain ahead of him, "So Gas you are very interested in joining my ranks aren't you?" A chuckle released from the creature's throat, this brute was determined to join Carnage if he had followed the king to this land, on his own.

Now make another RP post, involving your character's "powers" and/or appearance: (May be a log post)
Folk stayed under the wind, not allowing his scent to be swept away by the wind. The blades of grass made a great coat of cover up for the male at this point, large enough for the male to lay down and be hidden by nature. Eyes scanned the victim over the protection of his skull accessory, his target was pin pointed. A grin came to plaster it self on the males facial expression, Folk had followed the target for miles now and it finally came to rest among a small water hole, the perfect time to strike.. In a quick second Folk tossed his body upwards, his target, a simple Doe. Running at top speed his long tail stayed upwards, allowing him to maneuver through the grass faster, and keeping him in a quick balance. With out warning alpha threw his body at the victim. A miss on the first attempt, the Doe had moved positions at the nick of time. Male landed on all fours with such perfect balance, with out hesitation pillars sent the male running once again at top speed, this time he was on pursuit of the Doe, both running. After a few seconds male had caught up to the prey, in a quick leap a second attempt came forward to land on the hide of the Doe. A hit this time. Claws dug themselves of the hide of the female, weight pressed down to drag the prey to the ground. Long canines dug themselves around the females spinal cord, disabling her from running anymore. Tail slithered around the neck, pressure being applied at great cost, chocking the female to death. Folk had waited for this for hours, it was time to feast on his catch.