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Daniel's lobo biography.

posted by metalwolf116

He started out life as he wanted to live it, gentally nurtured por the tete of lobo strength. His pack was a good one, he had it all; A mother a father and a pack that loved him dearly.

One dia a horrible fogo broke out over the packs domain killing most of their number, saved por his mother that perched him high on a cliff before plummeting into the firey abyss below-she was never seen again. His father died also. Alone he roams; looking for a pack to call his home.

Has he found it in the anubians lobo pack? Will they accept him here? These thoughts ravage his head as he enters the anubians pack domain. He boldly steps up to take his place among the pack ranks and form a new life he can call his own.

Life Sucks. Part 2 "Gotta learn to live with it"

posted by Seastar4374

As soon as I snapped the twig and saw my only meal I was probably gonna get run away I noticed a lobo going after them. I walked out of the brush and looked at it. He was one of those sleek, lean, hand- wait where was I going with this?!I facepaw myself trying to get the thought out of my head. No way on earth was that lobo handsome.....I.....I was just imagioning. Then I saw it. He managed to take down two caribu. 'why two?' I asked myself. 'Did he see me?' I sit and look as he walked over. Slowly I backed away because first off I didn't know this lobo and segundo off I didn't know if he had...

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Any one Want to Rap battle Cause i am Starting One

posted by Xscash232

This contest Is an Idea Of Wolfiey So i am posting this but Im taking part in this I will do the Opening rap And That will Kick it off So Rap battle Is When two rapper Rap making the best Rap And most insulting Rap toward the other rapper:

1st: 10 props

2nd: 5 props

3rd: 3 props

4th: 1 prop

5th: 0 props

So make your rap good And hope You take first Oh yeah And Use as Many swears as you want you don't have to block them This is a free off your head rap battle so think well and good luck....Xscash232

part 23 white fangs

posted by nikaitla

THE CALL OF KIND

The months came and went. There was plenty of comida and no work in the Southland, and White Fang lived fat and prosperous and happy. Not alone was he in the geographical Southland, for he was in the Southland of life. Human kindness was like a sun shining upon him, and he flourished like a flor planted in good soil.

And yet he remained somehow different from other dogs. He knew the law even better than did the cachorros that had known no other life, and he observed the law mais punctiliously; but still there was about him a suggestion of lurking ferocity, as though the Wild still...

part 22 white fangs

posted by nikaitla

THE GOD'S DOMAIN

Not only was White Fang adaptable por nature, but he had travelled much, and knew the meaning and necessity of adjustment. Here, in Sierra Vista, which was the name of Judge Scott's place, White Fang quickly began to make himself at home. He had no further serious trouble with the dogs. They knew mais about the ways of the Southland gods than did he, and in their eyes he had qualified when he accompanied the gods inside the house. lobo that he was, and unprecedented as it was, the gods had sanctioned his presence, and they, the cachorros of the gods, could only recognise this sanction....

part 21 whte fangs

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THE SOUTHLAND

White Fang landed from the steamer in San Francisco. He was appalled. Deep in him, below any reasoning process or act of consciousness, he had associated power with godhead. And never had the white men seemed such marvellous gods as now, when he trod the slimy pavement of San Francisco. The log cabins he had known were replaced por towering buildings. The streets were crowded with perils - waggons, carts, automobiles; great, straining cavalos pulling huge trucks; and monstrous cable and electric ears hooting and clanging through the midst, screeching their insistent menace after...

part 20 white fangs

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CHAPTER VI - THE LOVE-MASTER

As White Fang watched Weedon Scott approach, he bristled and snarled to anunciar that he would not enviar to punishment. Twenty-four hours had passed since he had slashed open the hand that was now bandaged and held up por a funda, estilingue to keep the blood out of it. In the past White Fang had experienced delayed punishments, and he apprehended that such a one was about to befall him. How could it be otherwise? He had committed what was to him sacrilege, sunk his fangs into the holy flesh of a god, and of a white-skinned superior god at that. In the nature of things, and...

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part 19 white fangs

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THE INDOMITABLE

"It's hopeless," Weedon Scott confessed.

He sat on the step of his cabine and stared at the dog-musher, who responded with a shrug that was equally hopeless.

Together they looked at White Fang at the end of his stretched chain, bristling, snarling, ferocious, straining to get at the sled-dogs. Having received sundry lessons from Matt, said lessons being imparted por means of a club, the sled-dogs had learned to leave White Fang alone; and even then they were lying down at a distance, apparently oblivious of his existence.

"It's a lobo and there's no taming it," Weedon Scott announced....

part 16 white fangs

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THE MAD GOD

A small number of white men lived in Fort Yukon. These men had been long in the country. They called themselves Sour-doughs, and took great pride in so classifying themselves. For other men, new in the land, they felt nothing but disdain. The men who came ashore from the steamers were newcomers. They were known as CHECHAQUOS, and they always wilted at the application of the name. They made their pão with baking-powder. This was the invidious distinction between them and the Sour-doughs, who, forsooth, made their pão from sour-dough because they had no baking-powder.

All of which...

part 15 white fangs

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THE ENEMY OF HIS KIND

Had there been in White Fang's nature any possibility, no matter how remote, of his ever coming to fraternise with his kind, such possibility was irretrievably destroyed when he was made leader of the sled-team. For now the cachorros hated him - hated him for the extra meat bestowed upon him por Mit-sah; hated him for all the real and fancied favours he received; hated him for that he fled always at the head of the team, his waving brush of a tail and his perpetually retreating hind-quarters for ever maddening their eyes.

And White Fang just as bitterly hated them back. Being...

part 14 white fangs

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THE FAMINE

The spring of the ano was at hand when Grey castor finished his long journey. It was April, and White Fang was a ano old when he pulled into the início villages and was loosed from the arreios, arnês, chicote de fios por Mit-sah. Though a long way from his full growth, White Fang, seguinte to Lip-lip, was the largest yearling in the village. Both from his father, the wolf, and from Kiche, he had inherited stature and strength, and already he was measuring up alongside the full-grown dogs. But he had not yet grown compact. His body was slender and rangy, and his strength mais stringy than massive, His casaco was...

part 13 white fangs

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THE COVENANT

When December was well along, Grey castor went on a journey up the Mackenzie. Mit-sah and Kloo-kooch went with him. One sled he drove himself, drawn por cachorros he had traded for or borrowed. A segundo and smaller sled was driven por Mit-sah, and to this was harnessed a team of puppies. It was mais of a toy affair than anything else, yet it was the delight of Mit-sah, who felt that he was beginning to do a man's work in the world. Also, he was learning to drive cachorros and to train dogs; while the cachorrinhos themselves were being broken in to the harness. Furthermore, the sled was of some service,...

part 12 white fangs

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CHAPTER IV - THE TRAIL OF THE GODS

In the fall of the year, when the days were shortening and the bite of the frost was coming into the air, White Fang got his chance for liberty. For several days there had been a great hubbub in the village. The summer camp was being dismantled, and the tribe, bag and baggage, was preparing to go off to the fall hunting. White Fang watched it all with eager eyes, and when the tepees began to come down and the canoes were carregando at the bank, he understood. Already the canoes were departing, and some had disappeared down the river.

Quite deliberately he determined...

part 8 white fangs

posted by nikaitla

CHAPTER V - THE LAW OF MEAT

The cub's development was rapid. He rested for two days, and then ventured forth from the cave again. It was on this adventure that he found the young doninha whose mother he had helped eat, and he saw to it that the young doninha went the way of its mother. But on this trip he did not get lost. When he grew tired, he found his way back to the cave and slept. And every dia thereafter found him out and ranging a wider area.

He began to get accurate measurement of his strength and his weakness, and to know when to be bold and when to be cautious. He found it expedient...

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Real lobos

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Lakota

Lakota, a Great Plains subspecies of the gray wolf, was born April 28, 1993 and was the omega female to her sister MacKenzie since they were pups. When MacKenzie died on May, 21, 2008, she became the sole surviving member of the Retired Pack. To help her with the separation anxiety that she experienced with MacKenzie's loss, Lakota was given access to the pack holding area for face to face contact with the Exhibit Pack, supervised visits to the lobo yard and lab, as well as visits from lobo Care Staff and the Curator's dog Jake. This eased the transition for her loss, and all of these efforts made her comfortable for the rest of her life.

R.I.P

Lakota

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Real lobos

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Denali the male wolf

The two newest additions to the International lobo Center's ambassador pack, Aidan and Denali were successfully introduced to the Exhibit Pack on August 4th, 2008. Aidan and Denali, two gray lobo pups, were born on April 27, 2008 at the Wildlife Science Center in Forest Lake, Minnesota. The complete introduction took approximately 45 minutes. Under the right conditions, most lobos and lobo packs are very caring towards lobo pups, sharing feeding and pup-sitting duties and indulging in play. With the addition of the two pups to the Exhibit Pack, the Center now has, for the...

Real lobos

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Aiden the Male wolf

About me....

The two newest additions to the International lobo Center's ambassador pack, Aidan and Denali were successfully introduced to the Exhibit Pack on August 4th, 2008. Aidan and Denali, two gray lobo pups, were born on April 27, 2008 at the Wildlife Science Center in Forest Lake, Minnesota. The complete introduction took approximately 45 minutes. Under the right conditions, most lobos and lobo packs are very caring towards lobo pups, sharing feeding and pup-sitting duties and indulging in play. With the addition of the two pups to the Exhibit Pack, the Center now...