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Daniel's بھیڑیا biography.

posted by metalwolf116

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

One دن a horrible آگ کے, آگ broke out over the packs domain killing most of their number, saved سے طرف کی 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 بھیڑیا 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 بھیڑیا 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 بھیڑیا 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 بھیڑیا and سیکنڈ 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 سہارا

So make your rap good And hope آپ take first Oh yeah And Use as Many swears as آپ want آپ 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

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THE CALL OF KIND

The months came and went. There was plenty of food 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 پھول planted in good soil.

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

part 22 white fangs

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THE GOD'S DOMAIN

Not only was White Fang adaptable سے طرف کی 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 مزید 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. بھیڑیا that he was, and unprecedented as it was, the gods had sanctioned his presence, and they, the dogs 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 یا 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 سے طرف کی towering buildings. The streets were crowded with perils - waggons, carts, automobiles; great, straining horses 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 تشہیر that he would not کرائیں جمع to punishment. Twenty-four hours had passed since he had slashed open the hand that was now bandaged and held up سے طرف کی a گوفن, جھلانا 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 کیبن 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, کہا lessons being imparted سے طرف کی 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 بھیڑیا 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 روٹی with baking-powder. This was the invidious distinction between them and the Sour-doughs, who, forsooth, made their روٹی 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 dogs hated him - hated him for the extra meat bestowed upon him سے طرف کی 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 سال was at hand when Grey بیور finished his long journey. It was April, and White Fang was a سال old when he pulled into the ہوم villages and was loosed from the کنٹرول, جوتنا سے طرف کی Mit-sah. Though a long way from his full growth, White Fang, اگلے 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 مزید stringy than massive, His کوٹ was...

part 13 white fangs

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THE COVENANT

When December was well along, Grey بیور went on a journey up the Mackenzie. Mit-sah and Kloo-kooch went with him. One sled he drove himself, drawn سے طرف کی dogs he had traded for یا borrowed. A سیکنڈ and smaller sled was driven سے طرف کی Mit-sah, and to this was harnessed a team of puppies. It was مزید 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 dogs and to train dogs; while the puppies 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 ہے رہا ہو لوڈ 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

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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 نےولا, نیولا whose mother he had helped eat, and he saw to it that the young نےولا, نیولا 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 دن 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 Wolves

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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 دیا access to the pack holding area for face to face contact with the Exhibit Pack, supervised visits to the بھیڑیا yard and lab, as well as visits from بھیڑیا 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 Wolves

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Denali the male wolf

The two newest additions to the International بھیڑیا Center's ambassador pack, Aidan and Denali were successfully introduced to the Exhibit Pack on August 4th, 2008. Aidan and Denali, two gray بھیڑیا 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 wolves and بھیڑیا packs are very caring towards بھیڑیا 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 Wolves

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Aiden the Male wolf

About me....

The two newest additions to the International بھیڑیا Center's ambassador pack, Aidan and Denali were successfully introduced to the Exhibit Pack on August 4th, 2008. Aidan and Denali, two gray بھیڑیا 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 wolves and بھیڑیا packs are very caring towards بھیڑیا 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...

part 7 white fangs

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CHAPTER IV - THE دیوار OF THE WORLD

By the time his mother began leaving the cave on hunting expeditions, the cub had learned well the law that forbade his approaching the entrance. Not only had this law been forcibly and many times impressed on him سے طرف کی his mother's nose and paw, but in him the instinct of fear was developing. Never, in his brief cave- life, had he encountered anything of which to be afraid. Yet fear was in him. It had come down to him from a remote ancestry through a thousand thousand lives. It was a heritage he had received directly from One Eye and the she-wolf; but to them,...

part 5 white fangs

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THE LAIR

For two days the she-wolf and One Eye hung about the Indian camp. He was worried and apprehensive, yet the camp lured his mate and she was loath to depart. But when, one morning, the air was rent with the رپورٹ of a رائفل close at hand, and a bullet smashed against a درخت تنے, ٹرنک several inches from One Eye's head, they hesitated no more, but went off on a long, swinging lope that put quick miles between them and the danger.

They did not go far - a couple of days' journey. The she-wolf's need to find the thing for which she searched had now become imperative. She was getting very heavy,...