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posted by metalwolf116
He started out life as he wanted to live it, gentally nurtured par the tete of loup strength. His pack was a good one, he had it all; A mother a father and a pack that loved him dearly.

One jour a horrible feu broke out over the packs domain killing most of their number, saved par 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 loup 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.
As soon as I snapped the twig and saw my only meal I was probably gonna get run away I noticed a loup 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 loup 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 loup and seconde off I didn't know if he had...
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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 hommages

So make your rap good And hope toi take first Oh yeah And Use as Many swears as toi want toi don't have to block them This is a free off your head rap battle so think well and good luck....Xscash232
posted by nikaitla
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Fast Facts
Type: Mammal
Diet: Carnivore
Average life span in the wild: 6 to 8 years
Size: Head and body, 36 to 63 in (91 to 160 cm); Tail, 13 to 20 in (33 to 51 cm)
Weight: 40 to 175 lbs (18 to 79 kg)
Group name: Pack
Protection status: Endangered
Size relative to a 6-ft (2-m) man



Wolves are legendary because of their spine-tingling howl, which they use to communicate. A lone loup howls to attract the attention of his pack, while communal howls may send territorial messages from one pack to another. Some howls are confrontational. Much like barking domestic dogs, loups may simply begin howling...
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posted by Seastar4374
I walk out of a tanière, den questioning wether ou not I even diserved to be alive right now. My white fourrure blowing in the wind as it picked up speed. All I could think about was wether ou not I was even going to make it through another jour without having something ou someone attack me. I sit at the opening of the tanière, den and I look to my left, then quickly over to my right, Once I know the coast is clear I take my first step out

"I'm alright" I whisper to myself as I continue to walk. I haven't left my tanière, den in almost two days now and I was beginning to wonder when I would ever come back out. Apperiently...
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THE SLEEPING WOLF


It was about this time that the newspapers were full of the daring escape of a convict from San Quentin prison. He was a ferocious man. He had been ill-made in the making. He had not been born right, and he had not been helped any par the moulding he had received at the hands of society. The hands of society are harsh, and this man was a striking sample of its handiwork. He was a beast - a human beast, it is true, but nevertheless so terrible a beast that he can best be characterised as carnivorous.

In San Quentin prison he had proved incorrigible. Punishment failed to break...
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posted by nikaitla
THE CALL OF KIND


The months came and went. There was plenty of nourriture 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 fleur planted in good soil.

And yet he remained somehow different from other dogs. He knew the law even better than did the chiens that had known no other life, and he observed the law plus punctiliously; but still there was about him a suggestion of lurking ferocity, as though the Wild still...
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posted by nikaitla
THE GOD'S DOMAIN


Not only was White Fang adaptable par 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 plus 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. loup that he was, and unprecedented as it was, the gods had sanctioned his presence, and they, the chiens of the gods, could only recognise this sanction....
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posted by nikaitla
THE SOUTHLAND


White Fang landed from the steamer in San Francisco. He was appalled. Deep in him, below any reasoning process ou 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 par towering buildings. The streets were crowded with perils - waggons, carts, automobiles; great, straining chevaux pulling huge trucks; and monstrous cable and electric ears hooting and clanging through the midst, screeching their insistent menace after...
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posted by nikaitla
CHAPTER VI - THE LOVE-MASTER


As White Fang watched Weedon Scott approach, he bristled and snarled to annoncer that he would not soumettre to punishment. Twenty-four hours had passed since he had slashed open the hand that was now bandaged and held up par a fronde 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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posted by nikaitla
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, a dit lessons being imparted par 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 loup and there's no taming it," Weedon Scott announced....
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posted by nikaitla
THE REIGN OF HATE


Under the tutelage of the mad god, White Fang became a fiend. He was kept chained in a pen at the rear of the fort, and here Beauty Smith teased and irritated and drove him wild with petty torments. The man early discovered White Fang's susceptibility to laughter, and made it a point after painfully tricking him, to laugh at him. This laughter was uproarious and scornful, and at the same time the god pointed his finger derisively at White Fang. At such times reason fled from White Fang, and in his transports of rage he was even plus mad than Beauty Smith.

Formerly, White Fang...
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posted by nikaitla
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 pain with baking-powder. This was the invidious distinction between them and the Sour-doughs, who, forsooth, made their pain from sour-dough because they had no baking-powder.

All of which...
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posted by nikaitla
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 pain with baking-powder. This was the invidious distinction between them and the Sour-doughs, who, forsooth, made their pain from sour-dough because they had no baking-powder.

All of which...
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posted by nikaitla
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 chiens hated him - hated him for the extra meat bestowed upon him par 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...
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posted by nikaitla
THE FAMINE


The spring of the an was at hand when Grey castor finished his long journey. It was April, and White Fang was a an old when he pulled into the accueil villages and was loosed from the harnais par Mit-sah. Though a long way from his full growth, White Fang, suivant 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 plus stringy than massive, His manteau was...
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posted by nikaitla
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 par chiens he had traded for ou borrowed. A seconde and smaller sled was driven par Mit-sah, and to this was harnessed a team of puppies. It was plus 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 chiens and to train dogs; while the chiots themselves were being broken in to the harness. Furthermore, the sled was of some service,...
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posted by nikaitla
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 chargement at the bank, he understood. Already the canoes were departing, and some had disappeared down the river.

Quite deliberately he determined...
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posted by nikaitla
CHAPTER III - THE OUTCAST


Lip-lip continued so to darken his days that White Fang became wickeder and plus ferocious than it was his natural right to be. Savageness was a part of his make-up, but the savageness thus developed exceeded his make-up. He acquired a reputation for wickedness amongst the man-animals themselves. Wherever there was trouble and uproar in camp, fighting and squabbling ou the outcry of a squaw over a bit of stolen meat, they were sure to find White Fang mixed up in it and usually at the bottom of it. They did not bother to look after the causes of his conduct. They saw...
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posted by nikaitla
THE BONDAGE


The days were thronged with experience for White Fang. During the time that Kiche was tied par the stick, he ran about over all the camp, inquiring, investigating, learning. He quickly came to know much of the ways of the man-animals, but familiarity did not breed contempt. The plus he came to know them, the plus they vindicated their superiority, the plus they displayed their mysterious powers, the greater loomed their god-likeness.

To man has been donné the grief, often, of seeing his gods overthrown and his altars crumbling; but to the loup and the wild dog that have come in to...
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