Vi x Cree
10-08-2013, 03:06 PM
Pup Number: Three
Name: Vivek, Vittore, Achille Sovari
Gender: Male
Alignment: Evil
Appearance: Mother dearest, your children resemble you so - so why on earth won't you spare a moment for your devilish red spawn? Among siblings so similar, so striking and lovely, you choose to worship the black sheep, bathing the babe in adoration that blackens the hearts of her kin. Red fur covers this babe like his sister, and his eyes are rimmed with flares of black fur, a gaze almost bespectacled if the patterns would meet at his muzzle. His coat is nearly solid, but reds vary ever so slightly at his back and undersides - just a shade lighter, barely enough to differentiate from his main coloration.
He is built strong, reaching a height of thirty five inches and weighing one hundred and thirty pounds at his prime. He carries himself with a subtle swagger, a flash of teeth in his smile, his bright red eyes narrowed even with the most jovial of expressions.
Personality: A being of jealousy, bitterness and a substantial amount of subservience. Achille does not worship his sister, but he loves Lust more than he does anyone else. A dull ache as a child will blossom into hatred for the woman that raised him, but never will he turn against the "goddess" that he shared a womb with. He pities her, for thinking herself more a wolf than others - yet protects her fiercely, without even the most faint of resentment. Loyalty runs so thickly through him, thicker than even the blood in his veins, once he pledges himself to someone or something it will remain for what could very well be the end of his days.
The male is wildly paranoid, and to counter his struggles he holds a faux sense of confidence and play so very close to his heart. A roll of the eyes and a snort can hide so much, and oh will the red brute hide! Weakness has no place in the open air, and so he ignores it, letting it fester and grow beneath the surface. It is released through affection and bloodshed, two things that will become easier to obtain as he grows older. A polygamist without even a second though, he will attach to many lupine of various gender and alignment, and seek skin-ship. Beneath even that he is a volatile beast, seeking victims to his ill-contained emotions in the form of battle.
Name: Vivek, Vittore, Achille Sovari
Gender: Male
Alignment: Evil
Appearance: Mother dearest, your children resemble you so - so why on earth won't you spare a moment for your devilish red spawn? Among siblings so similar, so striking and lovely, you choose to worship the black sheep, bathing the babe in adoration that blackens the hearts of her kin. Red fur covers this babe like his sister, and his eyes are rimmed with flares of black fur, a gaze almost bespectacled if the patterns would meet at his muzzle. His coat is nearly solid, but reds vary ever so slightly at his back and undersides - just a shade lighter, barely enough to differentiate from his main coloration.
He is built strong, reaching a height of thirty five inches and weighing one hundred and thirty pounds at his prime. He carries himself with a subtle swagger, a flash of teeth in his smile, his bright red eyes narrowed even with the most jovial of expressions.
Personality: A being of jealousy, bitterness and a substantial amount of subservience. Achille does not worship his sister, but he loves Lust more than he does anyone else. A dull ache as a child will blossom into hatred for the woman that raised him, but never will he turn against the "goddess" that he shared a womb with. He pities her, for thinking herself more a wolf than others - yet protects her fiercely, without even the most faint of resentment. Loyalty runs so thickly through him, thicker than even the blood in his veins, once he pledges himself to someone or something it will remain for what could very well be the end of his days.
The male is wildly paranoid, and to counter his struggles he holds a faux sense of confidence and play so very close to his heart. A roll of the eyes and a snort can hide so much, and oh will the red brute hide! Weakness has no place in the open air, and so he ignores it, letting it fester and grow beneath the surface. It is released through affection and bloodshed, two things that will become easier to obtain as he grows older. A polygamist without even a second though, he will attach to many lupine of various gender and alignment, and seek skin-ship. Beneath even that he is a volatile beast, seeking victims to his ill-contained emotions in the form of battle.