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Post by Shanto on May 21, 2011 5:37:54 GMT -8
Index:
1. Welcome
2. Notes|Comments
3. Wolves & Companions
- Ricochet (Male|4 Years|Outcast)
- Britt (Female|3 1/2 Years|Western Pack|Member)
- Brock (Male|4 Years|Southern Pack|Alpha)
- Aziz (Male|Unknown|Southern Pack|Steppe Eagle)
- Cheveyo (Female|1 1/2 Years|Southern Pack|Teenager)
- Cougar (Female|1 Year|Northern Pack|Teenager)
- Gentry (Male|About 3 Months|Southern Pack|Pup)
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Shanto
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Post by Shanto on May 21, 2011 5:38:37 GMT -8
Welcome:
[/center] My name would be Shanto, if you haven't noticed already, and I am quite an active player on here. I was one of the first people on here and so seniority tends to over rule you.
Not really but it feels good to think so(:
Anyways, my name is Shanto and I hope we can become "The best of friends!" But until then here is a little bit about me, but not enough in case your some weird stalker person who somehow discovers who I am in real life and comes out and kills me in my sleep.
But your not someone like that are you?
Well, lets hope not.
A bit about Shanto,
Favorites,
[/ul] Well I think I'm done writing done for now so,
SEE YA.
UPDATED: 5.29.12 [/color]
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Shanto
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Post by Shanto on May 21, 2011 5:39:56 GMT -8
Notes|Comments:
Ok, so most recentally I have noticed that people (Not gonna name names. You know who you are.) have copied some of my ideas and used them for their own log. I do not appreciate this at all. In fact I find it quite rude and insulting. This being so, I would like to remind the new and old memebers of TiME that I came up with the coding for my entire log by hand.
Aka.
This log and it's contents loctaed on the Proboard of TiME, is copyright to Shanto.
Please, if you would like to use parts of my log PM me. If you are nice and I trust you I may let you use it. But don't get your hopes up. If you steal I will make your life on here a living hell and spam the crap out of you. Plus I will contact Opal or Xane about your behavior and bring your stealing to their attention.
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Shanto
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Post by Shanto on May 21, 2011 14:20:26 GMT -8
[/size][/font] [/li][/ul] More ArtworkClick to see!
Basics- Age: 4 1/2 years.
- Gender: Male.
- Species: Eastern Timber Wolf.
- Rank: Outcast.
- Pack: Outcast.
- Details:
-Exotic Eyes.
-Feather (On leather rope around neck).
-Enhanced Eyesight.
-Light Control.
-Heat Reception.
-Mirage.
-Power-Eyes.
-Hindsight.
Character Traits- Personality:
Being quite a serious male, Ricochet doesn't play around with false or fact. He is true to the heart, and because of this he can lie with true skill if he wants to. Crafty and sly he is. Ricochet was born to a strong family and was quickly whipped into shape but his father, and especially by his older brother who left him with scar on his muzzle from reasons unknown. Being from a litter of one he learned under his brother and figured out to keep his mouth shut and just settle for being a second class citizen under him. Learning his own tricky ways from trying to avoid Disteldo (Brother). His personality was formed by his power hungry brother who tended to abuse him whenever he got the chance. After Disteldo gained power Ricochet was immediately chased out of the pack, almost losing his life to the group of cold blooded killers. His brother, Disteldo, considered him a bad luck charm and he has been to alot of packs. Spending most of his current life running form the last pack he happened to be in. Why? Being called a "Death Walker" he has skimmed death several times, and accidentally killed at least four that seemed to take his place(Hunting accident, Rock slide, Poisoned food, Snake Bite, Etc. He has this aura about him it seems sometimes.).
You could call him an accidental assassin.
His personality has grew since he has first came to TiME and he is known for his sarcasm and rough outer side with a nicer inside to his closest friends. He has became quite un-trusting with the other loners and wolves, except for his friend Tag, and has developed a fiery and witty personality that has heightened his sarcastic rate.
- Personal Flaws:
He can have a short temper sometimes. Very Sarcastic. Has became quite untrusting of others.
- History(Optional):
Coming from a strict family, Ricochet was abused into doing what he was supposed to. He was the only pup in the alphas second litter and lived under a brother and three overly moody sisters for his younger years. Really having no one to confide in or befriend in his pack Ricochet was almost an omega, but being "Alpha's pup" seemed to prevent it.
After being abused by his older brother, Ricochet was almost killed when being ran out of the pack from being considered a "Death Walker" by Disteldo (Brother). Skimming death several times, he has accidentally killed at least four (Hunting accident, Rock slide, Poisoned food, Snake Bite, Etc. He has this aura about him it seems sometimes.). Driven out of the pack, he settled down in two others being ran out of both after again being considered a "Death Walker". In total he has killed nine. Four of them were part of his own original pack and four others were on the road. The last he has never spoken of to anyone.
Ricochet has met another bachelor male who was more friendly to him than almost any other wolf he had ever met, of course he means other than.... Sara. His new friend would be known as Tag, The Loving Loner, who has discovered he can talk to animals and has brought yet another furry friend, a gopher- I mean chipmunk, named Twig into the picture. The two travel together across the outcast territorys, Ricochet finaly coming clean as mating season approches that he had a mate once although he is sure she, also known as Sara, is dead and that if she had lived he could have been a father. But what if Sara wasn't killed? What if the male Sara had really been promised to, the alpha's son, didn't kill her What if she had the pups? Three pups named Eyolf, Efron, and Cheveyo? What if?
The pieces of his life are slowly starting to come together, as Tag tries to rescue a injusred Naama with a bad temper and many injuries. He admits to Tag many of his deeds, and does not trust the seemingly harmless wolf.
Physical Description- Eye Color:
Eyes. That would defiantly be the first thing anyone would notice. They are an odd, and entrancing, green and yellow color with a bit of a red tint to them. They house a bit of a sharp and serious look to them, but can be very gentle in a short notice.
- Fur Color/Length/Thickness:
His coat is a creamy white color with dark amber points on his ears, nose, and shoulders. From his withers to his flank are spots of black and amber, and make him have a sort of "coated" appearance. His tail tip is a black of coal and is outlined by a very burnt ember color that also tints the very tips of his toes and his belly. His fur is quite fluffy in the winter but is quite thin in the summer.
- Body Type(Lean, delicate, thick, etc):
He stands rather tall on his four legs for his age and is a force to be reckoned with on the battle field. He is lean and agile, his paws a little large, but his balance quite fine still with them. He has stocky shoulders and a broad chest with powerful shoulders and hindquarters. - Markings(Optional):
None.
- Scars/Deformities(Optional):
He has a scars running across his body that are black against the amber of his fur, and show the stories of his life through him.
- Other:
His eyes are the most interesting part of him.
Relations- Father: Valant (Deceased).
- Mother: Safistica (Deceased).
- Pups:
*All are unknown to him.
-Cheveyo (Daughter).
-Efron (Son).
-Eyolf (Son).
- Siblings:
-Disteldo (Older Brother).
-Laka (Older Sister).
-Memor (Older Sister|Deceased).
-Hexa (Older Sister).
- Uncles: Unknown.
- Aunts: Illese (Deceased).
- Cousins: Aria (Alive).
- Mate/Crush: Sara (Mate|deceased) *Now avalible
- Friends: Tag, The Loving Loner. Stick, The groundhog-chipmunk thing and Tag's companion.
- Enemies: Everyone; The Naama.
Sample of Roleplaying
'Well isn't this the most beautiful place on the face of this stupidly forgotten side of the Earth.'
A frustrated wolf stopped and cursed for the millionth time under his breath as he took in the scenery. This was the most classic outcast territory he had ever stood on. A piece of crappy land that no prey would ever want to run on; And being on that subject, neither did he. But an outcast was someone who no one wanted. The piece of bad meat on a carcass that is left for crows to fight over. Something that no one would ever want to love. But to look at Ricochet like that was not usually something a pack could do very easily. He was a younger male, about four and a half, with a well muscled body, long and powerful legs, and fluffy coat. Who could ignore his cocky but sweet grin and those stunning eyes? No one could! He was the perfect mate! But no one could also ignore the curse that followed him either. Some were dead because of it. He was someone everyone wanted to love- but never could.
But this place would be different. He hadn't killed a thing by accident in weeks. It was weird, some would be proud that they hadn't bitten their nails in weeks and others would be joyful because they hadn't said one hurtful comment in weeks, while he was just happy because he hadn't accidentally killed something. The irony in Ricochet's life was the normal. Building on top of his ironic life Ricochet had grown into a sarcastic jerk half of the time. But he wasn't all bad on his good days and he wasn't all good on his bad days; If you know what I mean.
Digging his claws into the dirt he cursed one more time and started to stumble down the rickety and disgusting slope to the muddy ground below. Landing with a thump on the hard ground he scanned the forest floor. Great. Just the place. From down here Ricochet could see little to none of where he was going. This day seemed to be getting better and better from his perspective. He didn't like this new place at all. Oh how he longed to go back to before all the stuff happened. Before his parents betrayed him. Before Disteldo became violent. Before when he still had Anna. But those thoughts clouded his mind and so he quickly shook them away.
"This place will just have to do I guess."
Word Count: 424words.
Notes: Wow it has been quite a while since I've done this haha... Cut me some slack until I've gotten warmed up! ThreadsNo Stranger To My Sins | Open
-"My name is Ricochet and this is Tag. I suggest you calm down if you want to make friends."
[Open]More Than Just One[Tag]
-"Dude What the heck is on your back? Is that like a ground hog or something?"
-"Yours my butt."
-"I was never asking your permission to keep my kill. And trust me, Sweetie, I never will."
Bachelor Days [T&R]
-"Just fine as I could be on this wonderfully muggy day."
- Blood
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Post by Shanto on May 26, 2011 14:03:47 GMT -8
[/size][/font] [/li][/ul] Basics- Age: 3 1/2 Years.
- Gender: Female.
- Species: Grey Wolf.
- Rank: Member.
- Pack: Western.
- Details:
-Water Walking.
Character Traits- Personality:
Britt is a fairly sweet female and her calm disposition makes her quite easy to come to when in need of advice or in asking of a question. She is one of a few number of wolves who actually sees every one the same and wouldn't choose favorites unless it is for a mate. She loves pups in particular and most indefinably wants some of her own some day, whether far in the future or very soon. Repressed memories have been coming back, but the way of pack life living has helped to lessen them.
- Personal Flaws: Sometimes too questioning.
- History(Optional):
Born into a small pack, Britt was raised in a little bit of an old fashioned way. She is one of the few still raised in old fashioned ways. After she left her pack to try to find a new one at the age of 2 1/2 she met Malisko. The lived together till he died of heart problems. Now here we are. Britt is now part of the Western Pack. Meeting their leader, Xane, be accident after killing a doe she had chased for three days in his territory. After a short confertation Xane, being a kind male and leader, brought her back to the pack. Here she first met Zalenus, Elanora, Kassander, and the love birds Russet and Wulfsige. She also discovered that she has the ability to walk over water and that she kinda, sorta, likes the leader Xane. But in truth, she likes Xane more than she thinks...
Physical Description- Eye Color:
Britt's eyes are quite trustworthy, although, she does not show much emotion through her, stunning, copper colored eyes.
- Fur Color/Length/Thickness:
Britt is a white and grey mixture with black tints here and there. Her fur is white for the most part and is a creamier color white than most. The grey covers most of her back down to her tail where it stops in a bit of a V like shape. Tinting some of the tips of her grey fur is some black and copper. The black tints all of the grey and the copper tints the white on the back of her legs and around some of her muzzle and ears.
- Body Type(Lean, delicate, thick, etc):
Her muzzle is a fair size and is quite powerful sometimes. She is agily built and is a perfect long distance, stamina, type runner. She is of normal height and powerful shoulder strength.
- Markings(Optional):
None.
- Scars/Deformities(Optional):
Britt's feet and legs are quite scared from running into a bramble bush when she was still quite young. She doesn't have too many battle scars, other than the ones from the bramble bush incident, although she would not mind having to take a few to the muzzle to prove herself worthy to the pack.
- Other:
Nothing.
Relations- Father: Deceased.
- Mother: Deceased.
- Pups: None. Yet.
- Siblings: Gone.
- Uncles: Unknown.
- Aunts: Unknown.
- Mate/Crush: Mate(s)- Malisko (Deceased). *Now avalible.
- Friends: Xane. Elenora.
- Enemies: Russet.
Sample of Roleplaying
Time. It is an interesting manner that can tear wolves apart, or bring them together, in the most interesting of ways. On this day a young female entered the Targe forest when following the trail of a elderly doe. Running, they had been for the longest of times, across the plains and through several different forests. The doe's eyes were filled with fire when the chase had first started but they seemed to be weakening as time marched on. The even of Britt taking down her first real meal of a doe was in, seemingly, no way connected to any of what her fate could be.
No real connection you would have to agree. But things can come together in stranger ways. As the doe plummeted to the ground, and her blood ran a deep red, the she-wolf almost immediately set to gorging herself on it's rich and fresh meat. It was a taste that she had hoped for for such a long time it almost seemed unreal. The path that had lead the female here was long troden down, deer growing accustiomed to using it as escape route in their times of need. But now it was the wolves time to use the path. No more time, for` now it was time for the deer to take heed of the wolf's fair warning as the female left the carcass on the path for the crows to take their turn.
She lay down beside it. A soft and relaxed sigh escaping her worn out, tired, lips. Something about being here made her nervous, but she sniffed the air and layed her head on her paws. Britt was to watch the direction she came from.
"He will come. He.. Promised.."But the male she spoke of was dead. He would only be able to run into her dreams now. Fitful dreams they were bound to be if she found out the wolf she loved was dead. They were dreams she had every night. Britt had found out, but repeated the same words everytime before she rested, in hopes that it could help her undo something that could never be undone.
A pair or ears flicked back and forth nervously as shoulders relaxed beneath soft, beautiful, fur and a set of hunter's eyes flickered to sleep beneath the cool and peaceful trees of the Targe Forest.
Word Count: 394 Words.
Notes: Not my best, but I still like it!
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Post by Shanto on Jun 2, 2011 14:10:07 GMT -8
[/size][/font] [/li][/ul] "Well I'm terrified of these four walls; these iron bars can't hold my soul in. All I need is you. Come please I'm callin'. An' oh I scream for you. Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'. Show me what it's like, to be the last one standing. And teach me wrong from right; and I'll show you what I can be. Say it for me. Say it to me, and I'll leave this life behind me. Say it if it's worth savin' me."Songs:
I Got A Feeling | Billy Currington
Drink In My Hand | Eric Church
Tough Little Boys | Gary Allan Basics- Age: 5 Years.
- Gender: Male.
- Species: British Columbian Wolf - Grey Wolf Mixed Breed.
- Rank: Alpha Male.
- Pack: Southern.
- Details:
-Animal Whisperer
-Aziz | Steppe Eagle.
-A Set of Brown Wings (Huge).
Character Traits- Personality:
Oh, well, being very sarcastic is one of his many qualities, along with, sometimes, being quite the flirt if he sees a pretty she-wolf. Brock is a very serious male though and won't take lies from anyone about anything. He cannot stand being lied to, and usually can guess when he has been.
Brock can sometimes be quite quiet, and although he is really sweet once you get to know him, he is very hard on newcomers and can sometimes have a hard time accepting new members until he really knows their secrets. But all things aside, Brock is a rather intelligent male with good lucks and a witty spirit that keeps others guessing and helps him to coast easily through pack life. The male is a fighter at heart; and protects his family, mostly his adoptive pack, with utter furiocity.
- Personal Flaws:
Not easily trusting.
- History(Optional):
Brock was born somewhere else and was moved quite often as a pup. His roots are deep from British Columbia although he also has a bit of Grey wolf bred into him. As a teenager at age 2 he moved to this pack. Brock found his companion Aziz, the steppe eagle, in a pure accident but from the moment Brock spoke to him they created a friendly and tight bond of whisperer and eagle.
Brock had the very well respected position as Beta male of the Southern Pack claimed for quite some time, but when Syrus was defeated and Kairos basked in his glory, Corra stole Kairos's heart and sent Kairos to resign from his position as alpha moments after he had claimed it. Brock then was the next to step up, the next to take the ever changing thrown. The big male wanted something that Kairos had once longed for too. This love was found in the delicate but fierce Ayria, and after running out Moonrunner, the pack was now under his command. Troubles brewed with Moonrunner and a new enemy pack was formed to get revenge on his own.
Members have been lost to the pack, others have died or just deserted. Ayria has also blessed the pack with four new memebers, his two new sons and two little girls. Windbreaker has also returned home, another member possibly to be added back to pack life. But will the stress of running a pack kill him first?
Physical Description- Eye Color:
His eyes are a complete opposite color than his fur, more of a slivery-yellow color than the darker colors.
- Fur Color/Length/Thickness:
Brock's coat is an odd black color that also reflects a brown around his chest and back, stopping in a "V" pattern close to his tail. A lighter grey color with black streaks ranges around his throat, muzzle and tip of his tail, and the grey will probably get lighter as he ages. The paw pads of his feet are a rosy-black color and are very tough against all of the elements.
- Body Type(Lean, delicate, thick, etc):
Large and lean. That is what you would think of when you would first see Brock. Brock is a large, brown, British Columbian - Grey Wolf Mixed Breed. He is a taller male with a well muscled body and a keen mind. Although he can sometimes a "shy" appearance, Brock is defiantly the complete and utter opposite. His muzzle is long and thin, but Brock's jaws are very strong.
- Markings(Optional):
None.
- Scars/Deformities:
A few here and there and one beneath his fur from Aziz.
- Other:
None.
Relations- Father: Presumably deceased.
- Mother: Presumably deceased.
- Pups:
X ADOPTIVE.
-Cheveyo (Female | Still in pack).
-Eyolf (Male | Still in pack).
-Efron/Swithun (Male | Northerner).
X AYRIA.
-Gentry (Son).
-Kale (Son).
-Swolio (Daughter).
-Lyssenta (Daughter).
- Siblings:
-Rachet (Male | Unknown Whereabouts)
-Karioke (Female | Unknown Whereabouts)
- Uncles: Deceased.
- Aunts: Deceased.
- Mate: Ayria (Mate).
- Friends: Ayria especially; Logan too.
- Enemies: Moonrunner & The Northern Pack.
Sample of Roleplaying
A huge set of wings fluttered in the breeze. High in the sky, a large steppe eagle drifted this way and that. A person could easily question why the bird was drifting over a herd of deer like so, but only those who had seen the eagle would know why he was there. Aziz could never take down a deer; He was large for his kind but being himself he would never even try. The eagle was regal, proud, and strong. As he overlooked the herd he spotted the wolves at the edge of the herd. One ear flick and motion and he knew the target. Aziz let out a screech, telling his friend on the other side of the herd the target.
"Dumb wolf! Listen to me now! It is the buck yearling with the new antlers! Wait for alpha's signal!" To most it was gibberish but to the wolf hiding in the grass it was a whole conversation in one call. Brock moved fluidly forward and through a set of bushes to get closer to the herd. His silver eyes searched for the target Aziz had spoken of. He cursed under his breath. The bird was never specific on location, but then again, he had to be thankful that he was able to show up to the hunt last, completely away from the pack, and still be able to participate.
Brock had known for a long time that he was able to talk to others, and his skills had developed more and more as time progressed. The male still missed his old partner, a magpie named Stek, that wouldn't curse at him like his new friend would. But they had found each other, Brock and Aziz, through their ability to talk to other animals and hunting was their favorite past time. It had only been a few months, but their skills together as a team had developed dramatically.
Looking upon the herd, Brock waited. He knew that one screech had already told the pack that he was there to help turn their target back to the pack, and Aziz was waiting to help from above. Then, as if in a moment of fate, he spotted the target.
Word Count: 371 Words.
Notes: Mors's death would take place in this thread also. Threads-
New Beginnings//Open
-"Dumb wolf! Listen to me now! It is the buck yearling with the new antlers! Wait for alpha's signal!"
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Into the HURRICANE : Syrus/open
-"As Kairos steps down I am next in line. Therefor I would like to, If there are no objections to me, take his, and Mors's, place as Alpha male of the Southern Pack."
# Brock is now the Alpha Male of the Southern Pack.
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Waterworks {Brock|Ayria}
-'Sometimes who you first think you could never be friends with,
Can turn out to be your true love.'
# Brock proposes to Ayria and she accepts, becoming Alphess.
NOTE: Ayria becomes pregnate with Brock's pups.
NOTE: Brock recieves the Charater Of The Month Award for August.
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Not to have tried is the true failure.
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Post by Shanto on Jun 11, 2011 16:34:33 GMT -8
[/size][/font] [/li][/ul] "Well, here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into agian you dumb wolf!"Song: You Can't Take Me | Bryan Adams
Example Of Coloring | Here
Example Of Wingspand | Here- Age: Unknown.
- Gender: Male.
- Species: Steppe Eagle.
- Rank: Alpha's Companion.
- Pack: Southern.
- Details:
-Companion to Brock.
-Immortality.
Character Traits- Personality:
Aziz is a very sarcastic eagle with firey personality and a proud nature to him that makes him an interesting match with his companion Brock.
- Personal Flaws:
Sometimes too proud.
- History(Optional):
Raised as a normal eagle he then met a wolf named Brock who lived in Southern Pack with a fascination of eagles and the ability to talk to them. Since then the two have became great friends, who like any, get in fights but can't hunt easily without each other. They are a fierice team when it comes to hunting large, or small, prey.
Physical Description- Eye Color:
Copper colored eyes with a silver tint to them, coming close to matching Brock's.
- Feather Color/Length/Thickness:
Aziz's feathers are almost purely a brown all over, with varying shades all over his body. His wings are darker twords the tips of his feathers.
- Body Type(Lean, delicate, thick, etc):
He is a powerful bird with very long wings and strong talongs and a great strenghthened beak for easy hunting.
- Markings:
None.
- Scars/Deformities:
None.
- Other:
None.
Relations- Father: Unknown.
- Mother: Unknown.
- Chicks: None.
- Siblings: Unknown.
- Uncles: Unknown.
- Aunts: Unknown.
- Mate/Crush: None.
- Friends: Brock; Brock's Pack.
- Enemies: Everyone.
Sample of Roleplaying
A huge set of wings fluttered in the breeze. High in the sky, a large steppe eagle drifted this way and that. A person could easily question why the bird was drifting over a herd of deer like so, but only those who had seen the eagle would know why he was there. Aziz could never take down a deer; He was large for his kind but being himself he would never even try. The eagle was regal, proud, and strong. As he overlooked the herd he spotted the wolves at the edge of the herd. One ear flick and motion and he knew the target. Aziz let out a screech, telling his friend on the other side of the herd the target.
"Dumb wolf! Listen to me now! It is the buck yearling with the new antlers! Wait for alpha's signal!" To most it was gibberish but to the wolf hiding in the grass it was a whole conversation in one call. Brock moved fluidly forward and through a set of bushes to get closer to the herd. His silver eyes searched for the target Aziz had spoken of. He cursed under his breath. The bird was never specific on location, but then again, he had to be thankful that he was able to show up to the hunt last, completely away from the pack, and still be able to participate.
Brock had known for a long time that he was able to talk to others, and his skills had developed more and more as time progressed. The male still missed his old partner, a magpie named Stek, that wouldn't curse at him like his new friend would. But they had found each other, Brock and Aziz, through their ability to talk to other animals and hunting was their favorite past time. It had only been a few months, but their skills together as a team had developed dramatically.
Looking upon the herd, Brock waited. He knew that one screech had already told the pack that he was there to help turn their target back to the pack, and Aziz was waiting to help from above. Then, as if in a moment of fate, he spotted the target.
Word Count: 371 Words.
Notes: .::. ThreadsNew Beginnings//Open
-"Dumb wolf! Listen to me now! It is the buck yearling with the new antlers! Wait for alpha's signal!"
We will always remember.
We will always be proud.
This way we will always be free. [/size][/b][/color] |
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Post by Shanto on Jun 19, 2011 12:54:55 GMT -8
[/size][/font] [/li][/ul] "Come away little loss. Come away to the water; to the ones that are waiting only for you. Come away little loss. Come away to the water; away from the life that you always knew. We are calling, to you. Come away little light, come away to the darkness. In the shade of the night we’ll come looking for you. Come away little light, come away to the darkness. To the ones appointed to see it through. We are calling for you. We are coming for you."Song: Come Away to the Water | Maroon 5
Run Daddy Run | Pistol Annies
Safe & Sound | Taylor Swift & Civil Wars
 Basics- Age: 2 years.
- Gender: Female.
- Species: Grey Wolf.
- Rank: Nursemaid.
- Pack: Southern Pack.
- Details:
-Enchanted Voice.
-Bracelet- Silver, Criss-Crosses in back.
-Bangs/Mane.
-Feathers- Pheasant Feathers on leather rope around neck.
Character Traits- Personality:
Sweet. Smart. Her brothers especially could use these word to describe her, even though she tends to break them apart when they are in a fight. Chev has been through alot, even as young as she is. She has learned to accept what has happened and can sometimes block out the rest of the world to find peace in her own little world. She is a quiet female when she is around wolves she doesn't know of finds to be untrusting or unkind. But around her friends she is loud and funny. She loves to smile and laugh more than anything. A mate is something she is still searching for, she absolutly adores pups and would love to have some of her own someday. Some new pups to sing to.
- Personal Flaws: Hidden Personality.
- History(Optional):
Memory. People don't think much of it, but rather that they are just able to remember. We don't think anything of it. That is until we are not able to remember something. Then it really bugs us until we are able to remember what had been forgotten. Chev and her brothers, Eyolf and Efron, were, and still are, only able to remember bits and pieces of what happened that day. A face, she is able to remember. Before the rest of of the memory goes black. That is what bothers Chev more than anything. The face was scarred and the right ear almost torn completely off and the left with teeth holes in it as if it had been chewed on. They were left alone and on their own, two parents dead and three pups left behind. The small female took charge of her brothers.
When they finally made it into a pack, it was the Southerners that made them feel at home. Mors accepted them quickly without much concern, but was soon killed. Battles for leadership in the pack took place quickly. Eventually Brock was to take over. from here she was considered an adopted daughter of not only the long dead Mors, but the missing Kairos & Corra, and now Brock & Ayria. As a teenager, she has a lot to take care of, herself, finding a mate, pack life, and the alphas new kin. Even now, Cheveyo has yet to find her past, or her future path. Efron deserted them and no males have came to her courting. It's a hard time, but she is pushing through.
Physical Description- Eye Color: Beautiful light blue, crystal clear, eyes.
- Fur Color/Length/Thickness:
Bangs make her face and beautiful blue eyes stand out against her blueish-black fur. White tips cover her tail and ears and make some of the tips of her fur stand out.
- Body Type:
The young she-wolf will grow to be a average size female with long legs and a lean figure. She has a broad chest and a strong neck and back. Her figure makes her more attractive with her long legs and long, fox-like, muzzle and tail. She is fairly short, about half an inch compared to the average size but had a personality that makes her seem more upfront and personal.
- Markings: None.
- Scars/Deformities: A scar is in a X across her right ankle. After being bit by a rattlesnake she also gained two more dot scars from the rattlesnake's fangs.
- Other:
Pretty. That is a thought for you to ponder. Chev has been through alot in her young life and it has took a toll on her mind, but not on her appearance. She wears a silver bracelet around her left ankle that criss-crosses in the back and a necklace of leather hangs around her neck with a set of pheasant feathers on the end with a small bead. Cheveyo will grow to be a real beautiful female, in looks, and spirit.
Relations- Father: Real father is Ricochet, but her stepfather who she thought was her real father was murdered.
- Mother: Sara, Murdered when the pups where very young.
- Pups: None.
- Siblings:
-Eyolf (Brother).
-Efron/Swithun (Brother).
- Uncles: Unknown.
- Aunts: Unknown.
- Mate/Crush: None.
- Friends:
The pups & Logan.
- Enemies:
The rest of the pack is unpredictable at the moment.
Sample of Roleplaying
This goes so perfectly with the post I reccomend listening to it while you read, Mermaids | Hans Zimmer. When you get to the part where it say SNAP you should be at about 5:10. Just for refference(:
Giggling with excitement, Cheveyo, took off on a fleet footed run to race her brother. She was not aware of Ayria watching over them, or the fact that she would face death with a happy smile, expecting something fun and cool to be at the end of her journey. After this encounter, whether the she-pup knew it or not, she would seen Ayria in a whole new manner. Not just as a pack guardian but more as a caring mother than anything else. Her brothers always had a way of leading her into trouble without her knowing it, but this was just too far for even them. The pups had no knowing of a rattlesnakes deadly bite, how it could kill a grown wolf so quickly and a young pup in even less time. It could kill without a second thought, without notice if not given enough time to warn it's victim.
Her small black locks of hair blew in the crisp fall wind. The wind seemed to grow stronger as she ran on the well trodden hunting path. It seemed to be warning her to turn around, go back, leave, danger is near here. But she did not take and notice to this, to young to know what the signs of the wind and grass meant. The peaceful and golden prairie grasses even seemed eerie, when they always seemed so welcoming and warm. She raced her brother on his wings only feet from the snake without noticing it curled up behind a rock to try to keep warm on this cool fall day. Looking up she noticed her brother looking at something in front of her. But it was too late to stop and as she ran across...
Then she heard what wolves try to avoid.
SNAP
The she-pup let out a scream of fear and pain. A lightheaded adrenaline rush entering her mind almost instantly as the snake took hold of her leg. Cheveyo struggled in the rattlesnakes grip, letting out squeals of pain as the snake dug it's fangs deeper into her right leg, it's tail rattling it anger and the toxic poison entering her blood. What was happening!? It hurt too bad and she struggled with as much strength that she could muster. The she-pup was completely drowned in her own fear, that as the snake let loose and slither back into the deep grasses, that she felt light headed much more than just a adrenaline rush, forcing her to dizzily lay down. The poison of the snake coursed through her veins sending waves of pain through her leg and waves of fear through her mind.
Cheveyo looked down to her bleeding leg, crying at the sight of her blood dripping from the two puncture wounds in her right leg. What had her brother led her into?! She would never trust him again after this. Not after he made her feel as much pain as this. Never. She bawled openly now, the pain more intense than anything the she-pup had ever experienced before, still not sure what had just happened.
Little Cheveyo was so close to death, that even if she couldn't feel it, death was breathing down her neck. Read to grab hold and force her away from her lovely life that she had known for so little of a time.
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Notes: I got such an adrenaline rush when writing this.... Ahhh... Poor little Cheveyo! I feel so sorry for her! Maybe she inherited this death thing from her father? Maybe the necklaces have something to do with it? Shesh I never even noticed the similarities between Ricochet and Cheveyo before this post. Not to mention Cheveyo and her mum's deadly similar looks. O.oThreadsCome live in my heart.
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Post by Shanto on Jul 17, 2011 12:05:00 GMT -8
[/size][/font] [/li][/ul] "'If only, if only,' the woodpecker sighs, 'The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies'. As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, he cries to the moon, 'If only, if only.'"Song: Rather Lovely Thing | Nick Cave & Warren Ellis
Whisper Of A Thrill | Thomas Newman  Basics- Age: Around 2; age not completly known.
- Gender: Female.
- Species: Grey Wolf Mix.
- Rank: Moonrunner's Lure; Trained hunter/assassin.
- Pack: Northern.
- Details:
-Enchanted Voice.
-Earth Control.
-Weather Control.
-Water Control.
Character Traits- Personality:
This she-wolf is a spunky one that likes to keep mostly to herself even though her, "adoptive mother figure" Moonrunner is more of the bold personality and insists her way or no way. Cougar is strong in mind and body, and can come up with a get plan for almost anything. But everyday she battles with being a sweet wolf and taking the high road, or joining Moonrunner and becoming a wanted outlaw. She wants to find love in a wolf other than her brother-like, friend and mentor, Ellis. Cougar is extreamly flirtatious and has a way of luring in male's with her antics. This is not always with meaning to, but it still happens. Every now and then she does enjoy good kill, but tries to take her pains out on rabbits and young deer rather than her own kind. That's not to say she hasn't killed before, so be wary of her cunning ways.
- Personal Flaws:
Can be extreamly sassy sometimes; an extream flirt. Cunning; very.
- History(Optional):
Being the runt of her litter, Cougar had had little chance of surviving until she was "saved" by Gaellis and brought to the Northern Rebels. There he raised and mentored her, observed daily by Moonrunner. She has almost no choice whether to stay or leave, the thought of her own murder looming in her head. The alphess uses Cougar to lure in the unexpecting loners, who were just looking for a good time, into pack life under her Moonrunner's rein. Her enchanted voice, powers, and damn good looks making her hard to resist.
If she would have her choice though, she would be gone and out of the pack; looking for her night in shining armor in a land far far away. Maybe Swithun, a former Southerner, could be the new main target for her flirtatious acts. Even after she was such a flirt with his brother. After all, its not something he has to know about necesarily.
Physical Description- Eye Color: Steel Grey - Blue Eyes.
- Fur Color/Length/Thickness:
The fur is a greyish black with streaks of a deep black and stunning white mixed in. Her face, ears, and tail are the lightest parts of her fur; Outlined by the black on the tip of her tail & mane.
- Body Type(Lean, delicate, thick, etc):
Cougar is a lean and long legged female with a delicate apperance. But don't be fooled she is quite a tough girl and has became strong after living with the Rebels; being trained to perfection. Body type isn't everything necesarily either, she is strong more in mind than anything and her seductive ways make it easy to fall into one of her may traps.
- Markings(Optional): None.
- Scars/Deformities(Optional):
A scar across her right hind paw made it easier to identify her as a young pup; although Ellis was never told, Moonrunner put it there to remind the pup how much she owed to her pack, and the punishment if she would ever, ever, try to leave. Many believe its just a pup scar, something stupid that happened when she was small. Cougar has never told a soul of the real meaning.
- Other: Nothing.
Relations- Father: Unknown.
- Mother: Unknown.
- Pups: None. Yet.
- Siblings: Unknown.
- Uncles: Unknown.
- Aunts: Unknown.
- Cousins: Unknown.
- Mate/Crush: She ain't gonna tell you.
- Friends: Gaellis especially; but her pack also, likes the new boy Swithun. Let's just call them friends. For now.
- Enemies: Outsiders; And deep inside, Moonrunner. But she would never openly admit it.
Sample of Roleplaying The she-wolf's face seemed to be searching her new friend's. If she could call him that, her eyes looking into his lightly and fluidly for something he might be hiding. There did seem to be something there, but she would not test the limits of how far she could go just yet. Cougar was a pretty girl, but sometimes even that couldn't ward off trouble. It was right in front of her after all. Standing there- tall dark and handsome. Pretty eyes and crafty smile holding something in. She wanted to know him more than she had wanted to know any other male. To know his secrets, his fears, his past, present, and future. Swithun seemed more than others. He seemed more than others. Seemed more what? Cougar questioned it. From the moment she layed her eyes upon him, she felt a spark of something new. Something powerful and haunting. No other wolf had ever made her feel this way. Not the wolf in the creek, not the male under the cherry tree, not Ellis, not anyone. But what was is that he was making her feel? It certainly could not be normal.
'What is this feeling?'
Slowly she smiled, walking around him. Her movements were fluid and slow, like a well oiled machine, no cogs meshing wrong, no gears slipping. He was dignified, handsome, smart, and most importantly something mysterious and new. Cougar had always been curious, like a pup on its first day out of the den. New things were absolutely always a mystery to her. Her dignified appearance sometimes heavily contradicting her rambunctious personality when she was attracted to something new. But this seemed different. He was new and she was attracted to him. But not in the manner of other things, some way she had never felt before. But the more she viewed the male, the closer she got to his skin- the more she felt it. It was great. It was a drug. It was a diease. It was something.
'What is happening to me?'
Butterflies seemed to disappear, she wasn't nervous as she was normally when being such a flirt. But this time she wanted more than just to flirt. Cougar wanted, more like needed, a friend. A friend closer than another female or even just a plain male. As she came around the other side of the male, she slowed the snow, turning it into beautiful, slowly-falling, giant flakes of white water. Frozen into such delicate and different patterns, they were each as unique as the creatures they landed on in the forest below the overstuffed snow clouds in the sky. It was a soft moment, a quiet and delicate moment. She moved closer, licking him on the cheek, blushing with a light and true smile. His fur was rough and wet from the snow she had caused before.
'Please don't hate me.'
These emotions ate at her, but even though she had just met him, she wanted to be his friend. She wanted to be his companion. She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to hunt with him. To play with him. To help him. To heal him. To run with him. Something about him made her fall head over heels and want to run in and just tackle him. Swithun was different. Swithun was great.
Swithun was the boy.
Word Count: 564 Words.
Notes: Such a flirty girl. ThreadsGrowth is a spiral process
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Post by Shanto on Sept 11, 2011 8:06:12 GMT -8
COMING SOON : GENTRY!
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