Wandering Wolf Orexis (Stellar)
name: Melody
age: 18
location: IL
E-mail: XCrystal_Dragon@hotmail.com
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name: Orexis
sex: Male
wolf's age: 3
fur color: Black, though there seems to be a soft deep red highlight that shimmers in the brightest of lights.
eye color: One eye is golden, the other deep dark brown, with specks of red
scars/identifying marks: Besides the difference in his eyes, there is a small silver patch of fur on the back of his left front leg along with a streak of silver fur across his right cheek.
mate: searching
pups: none
personality: Sly and cunning, he is a wonderful hunter and a good wolf to have in a pinch. He is very smooth, however, and a good speaker. Blessed with what the humans would call a golden tongue, he can talk his way around just about anything, bright for his age, though not wise in the way elders are. He's not one to be goaded out of what is his, and will gladly fight for his own, though he would rather make a game out of it. Better at mind games and trickery than brute force, he is a questionable ally.
breif history: Born to a small group that was a spit of a pack, Orexis, as named for his mother's great want for power and with her hope that he would grow to be a strong and powerful wolf, was one of few pups born in that year. Hunting was lean and dissent in the pack had driven the larger group into two smaller ones. These smaller groups were hard up to keep the amount of food needed to support the growing pups, and as survival of the fittest ruled the wilderness, several died due to the power struggle. orexis survived, and not due to any over whelming stregnth or power, but simply to the fact that he was very smart for his age. Through the turning seasons, Orexis grew more shrewd and cunning, with an oddly personable outward appearance to his friends that kept them close. After his mother passed in a hunting accident, Orexis, without any delusions of granduer, left the pack to find a new home, abandoning the dwindling pack to find a new, more suitable home.
Post:
The rain never seeme dot stop in this area... The thunder had drummed it's loud and powerful existance into his mind so very often that it barely registered when it roared over his head. The sloppy thick mud clung slightly to his fur, only to be washed away as he lifts them to walk. His damp fur gleems with every flash above him, and every pound of lightning reverberates through his whole body, and his eyes, glittering amoung the jewels of water beading on his fur, trace over the land before him. The scents that had led him here had washed away with the downpour, though a soft wind brough a vague scent him that seemed to allude him as he lifted his nose to find it.
"Damned rains..." His voice drifted out softly, mingling with the thunder before falling to earth as if it had never left his lips. So on he moved, alomst aimlessly for once in his journey, curbed by the rains, before simplyrunning through the wet and muddy grounds. The sounds of rain hitting the ground and leaves was all he could hear from any direction around, and standing in the rain was futile. heading into a nearby copse of trees, he shakes the heavy water from his fur, slinging the mud from his pelt and licking his fur into submission. "I guess...this is as far as I go tonight."
(other posts from other RPs... I'm jsut going to post them here so that you know what's mine form the others...
FFVII RP:
The damage to the ShinRa building mounting, it was all Rufus could do to try and keep things in order, pulling in massive actions to settle everything, and meaning to have a long chat with Hojo about unneccessary force. With his elevators offline, and massive amounts of structural damage, he had had little time to deal with anything else, drawing in most troops and contractors to fix the building and stop any more fighting. With several of his Turks in emergency care, the others had been pooled at the building, letting any missions that needed finishing drop for the time being. All in all, he was one very unhappy president. The doors to his office and the damage on the surrounding floor and that of the one below it had been repaired, though everythingsmelled of fresh paint, since many of the bloodstains could not be taken out. All in all it was a massive effort that began to unfold as soon as Ryka left, and it left the president of ShinRa questioning many things.
Reno, however, was rather unaware of many of the goings on. After the valient effort with which he saw Ryka off, he had collapsed, having been nearly bled to death, and rushed to the infirmory, which was still undergoing massive amounts of work, but still operational, and had fallen into a comotose like sleep, nonresponsive to even his collegues. the mortified doctors did everything they could, and were happy to say that they predicted a full recovery from the rash red-head, though his injuries had been worse this time than they had ever seen on him before.
The guard gasped in abstract horror. There was no way this could be happening... no way... what was going on? He had seen a human be put into this cell, how could he possibly do anything like this?? Fumbling for a moment with his gun, thinking what the best course of action would be, he quickly grasped his communicator and sent an alert to the Turks, calling for immediate backup, moving himself against the opposite wall, arming his gun, though shaking considerably, and waiting, praying, and hoping that someone would get here soon.
Tseng received the message and, though already exhausted from the constant motion and the efforts he had even put up to help clean up this mess of a building, he quickly ran down to the detention floor, coming up short of the terrified guard who simply pointed at the destroyed locks. Pulling out his standard issue gun, He points it steadily at the door, ready if something should emmerge. "I suggest that you calm down in there, sir. I will not refrain from firing should you try to escape." His voice, normally very calm and collected, now helf a note of agitation, something a little more dangerous than he normally let flow from his mouth. "And after tonight, I might be less apt to ask questions."
Mixed anime RP (warning... intense and weird stuff happening, may not be for all ages.) I am Daewalker. Bishounen
Wolf RP:
His paws sink into the soil as he walks, his head down slightly, but his nose to the air, catching the fleeting scents of other wolves near by. His clan had been on the move due to the faltering levels of available prey. The scent of other wolves enters his nostrils and he pauses, the scout group with him stoppingo scent the air with him. he did not want to encrouch on the territory of anther wof clan, but he would have to take his pack through their land, so he tells the rest of his party to go back and stay with the clan. There were few in the clan after he took control, it's former leader well loved. When he overthrew him, many of the other wolves left with the overthrown former Alpha, beleive that he was too 'strange to lead a pack properly.
He would show them.
Going ahead on his own, he follows the scent of the wolves to a clearing, and spots a female, large with child. His head down, submissively, since he is in the territory of this feamle's pack, he calls out quietly to her. "Salutations, lady... I wish to parley with the leader of the pack, and would I be so bold to assume that that would be you?" His voice is soft and thougthful, and seems to carry on the wind so very gently.
Deuce lone wolf
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(8/19/05 10:02 pm) Reply
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Alrighty...I'll ooc accept you as a scout...or you can go throught the luffly joining proccess to try to 'score' higher. Though I'll warn ya, I'm tired, so luna will be bitchy, and you'll ahve to wait till tomorrow to get a reply.
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