neigh goes the horse
03-18-2013, 05:39 PM
name,загадка, zagadka bellator
age,two years
which ref,Row One, First Wolf
personality,
the brute is abbadon's little bad boy, he is a chaotic beast. he could be a demon maybe to outsiders. if he should catch any imposing or threatening wolf nearing his pack, he will send 'em running. This could be a problem, in which his mind thinks that every 'trespasser' is a threat to his Bellator and Margox group, and he attacks most those that could be of help, if they should be unfamiliar. There are times when the brute is knowing of who is friend of foe, when it is a known friend of his father's or mother's or even to the family.
Otherwise he is very sincere and kind to all. Especially to his father, whom he thinks is a lord. As his 'general', the male follows all orders from abaddon. anyhow, females of the family, aunts, sisters, and others are heard but not always obeyed like his brother illarion should think. Love; the word is deeply mysterious to him, whom doesn't believe in polygamy and wishes to find one lone mate to love forever...
He is rather clumsy because of his rather bulky frame, but he takes to himself to be a powerful beast in comparison to any wolf. Behind the lean sinew bound body lies one weakness, his mind. He does not truely understand who is a friend or foe, as stated earlier before.
example post,
Day began drawing its curtain to let in its sister, night, a grey shape slauntered about in the duskened grass. Red eyes flashed from the shade, hidden by the lengthening shadows. Why was he here anyhow? The shape has slunk out of the darkness, to reveal one part at a time, first being the still-shadowed maw of brown tones overlaying soft sepia colors, then his burning red eyes that appeared bloodlustered. More steps forwards, and the male's chest would be visible, both legs also. From the fleshy parts of his leg to the second femur, spiraling wing-like marks of brown are spread amongst the area. Bands of brown and creams have their place above the toes and over.
Several more, and he'd be fully visible from the thickets to stand in the stream. It should seem that he is wearing pants for tones of sepia lay upon the last half of his frame. Like the front legs, bands lay like bracers and brown, white, and cream stripes hold their place upon the rump. His tail brushed smoothened granite as he stepped forwards. Моя семья сильная и мощная, но ... Я? Bronze pawpads hit river rock as the creature strode forthwards again, as he lowerer his head to drink the cool waters. As he began curving his tongue to bring the water up to his mouth, his eyes had widened. Everything was dark, and it was as if he couldn't breathe. It was like he was in a choaking sea of black darkness.
Где я? Я не могу дышать. in his reality the male collasped into the river, the water bringing on three extra pounds of weight. His eyes lolled back as he choaked on the black waters. Jerked away from the illusion, he pulled himself up in a quick movement, panting. Without waiting to comprehend what was the illusion, paws churned the water as he rushed forwards. He wanted to get home to his pack to see what his father was doing.
relation to abaddon,son of abaddon and magdalene
age,two years
which ref,Row One, First Wolf
personality,
the brute is abbadon's little bad boy, he is a chaotic beast. he could be a demon maybe to outsiders. if he should catch any imposing or threatening wolf nearing his pack, he will send 'em running. This could be a problem, in which his mind thinks that every 'trespasser' is a threat to his Bellator and Margox group, and he attacks most those that could be of help, if they should be unfamiliar. There are times when the brute is knowing of who is friend of foe, when it is a known friend of his father's or mother's or even to the family.
Otherwise he is very sincere and kind to all. Especially to his father, whom he thinks is a lord. As his 'general', the male follows all orders from abaddon. anyhow, females of the family, aunts, sisters, and others are heard but not always obeyed like his brother illarion should think. Love; the word is deeply mysterious to him, whom doesn't believe in polygamy and wishes to find one lone mate to love forever...
He is rather clumsy because of his rather bulky frame, but he takes to himself to be a powerful beast in comparison to any wolf. Behind the lean sinew bound body lies one weakness, his mind. He does not truely understand who is a friend or foe, as stated earlier before.
example post,
Day began drawing its curtain to let in its sister, night, a grey shape slauntered about in the duskened grass. Red eyes flashed from the shade, hidden by the lengthening shadows. Why was he here anyhow? The shape has slunk out of the darkness, to reveal one part at a time, first being the still-shadowed maw of brown tones overlaying soft sepia colors, then his burning red eyes that appeared bloodlustered. More steps forwards, and the male's chest would be visible, both legs also. From the fleshy parts of his leg to the second femur, spiraling wing-like marks of brown are spread amongst the area. Bands of brown and creams have their place above the toes and over.
Several more, and he'd be fully visible from the thickets to stand in the stream. It should seem that he is wearing pants for tones of sepia lay upon the last half of his frame. Like the front legs, bands lay like bracers and brown, white, and cream stripes hold their place upon the rump. His tail brushed smoothened granite as he stepped forwards. Моя семья сильная и мощная, но ... Я? Bronze pawpads hit river rock as the creature strode forthwards again, as he lowerer his head to drink the cool waters. As he began curving his tongue to bring the water up to his mouth, his eyes had widened. Everything was dark, and it was as if he couldn't breathe. It was like he was in a choaking sea of black darkness.
Где я? Я не могу дышать. in his reality the male collasped into the river, the water bringing on three extra pounds of weight. His eyes lolled back as he choaked on the black waters. Jerked away from the illusion, he pulled himself up in a quick movement, panting. Without waiting to comprehend what was the illusion, paws churned the water as he rushed forwards. He wanted to get home to his pack to see what his father was doing.
relation to abaddon,son of abaddon and magdalene
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