The Seasonals
04-24-2014, 05:14 PM
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unimpressed birds sing and die Name: November Season Group: Fall Appearance: The boy is a large one, towering over August and any other siblings that are medium or smaller. He is thirty-six inches tall, and he is one heavy wolf, even if most of it is muscle. His fur is fluffy, but not too fluffy, and he looks even larger than he really is because of it. The way he carries himself is like he was royalty, which he was taught to believe, a little, because he was named after the last month of fall. He has plenty of scars, but hardly any are visible underneath his thick fur. The worst scar is a large wound that almost killed him. It is hidden underneath his fur, but it causes him to wince in pain every time he has to move his back too much. If fur didn't cover it, any nice wolf would flinch. At one time, the bone had been showing, and the scars that surround it aren't the prettiest, either. November is a crisp brown, almost the color of dead leaves; but mainly, his fur color could be described as the same fur color as August's. He has no golds like the rest of his siblings, as the only color that his markings are two brown colors, each making him beautiful in his own way. The boy has big socks on all four paws, and the color of these are a reddish brown that is only a little darker than his base fur color. The color is almost nowhere else, except for at the end of his bushy tail, where it looks like the boy had drug his tail through paint. The last color brown is the chocolate brown that August has, and he looks so strange looking with it. The color begins at his neck, where it hardly touches his bottom jaw, and moves downward. It goes down past his chest, where a tiny white spot rests without bothering anything. At last, the color ends at his stomach, or the end of his stomach, where no other colors are at. The thing that really makes November stand out from his siblings, though, is his bright eye color. Most wolves would have expected him to have orange or amber eyes, but, instead, his eyes are as vibrant as they would be if he was a spring wolf. One eye, his right eye, is a vibrant violet that stands out against his dark fur. His right eye is a teal color, or more of a mix between light blue and light green. His right eye looks more light green than blue, though. Personality: November has a nickname other than Novi, and that nickname is Four; he seems to only have four fears. Of course, he has more than four fears, but these four fears are the only ones he tells any wolf about. But, even if it meant saving his siblings, November would face any of these fears, even if it was one of the ones he is terrified of. He loves his family, and he is loyal to any friends, but one thing he would die for is love; if he likes a wolf, he would kill for them, or even die for them if he had to. He acts like he wouldn't care, but that would be the worst lie he has ever told a wolf. He isn't a very loud wolf, and he is determined, but that silent determination is something that may annoy other wolves, sometimes. He loves to have a competition every once in a while, and one of them is his love for hunting something down by himself, even if it may be dangerous for him to do it. Another thing he loves to do is swim, and he loves feeling the cold water underneath his paws. No, he doesn't always swim, but he loves to keep swimming in water more than anything else, so that he can be graceful at it. Even if he is a determined wolf, and quiet, November has a very short temper, and it doesn't take much to make him as mad as he can be, which, even for a calm wolf, is very mad. He hates loud noises, which is one of his fears that no wolf knows, and he has a great fear of heights, which he is trying to get rid of. Another fear that no wolf knows about is the fear of fire; he tries his best to avoid fire without any wolf noticing that he is. The second fear that other wolves know about is a rational one, and this one is the fear of seeing his family die before his very eyes. Even if he is afraid of loosing his family, he would try to get over it, and be the tough wolf that everyone knows him as. He has to be strong, so his siblings will follow him, and there is no better way than to be a wolf that only seems to have four fears. Four fears, and the rest a secret that only he knows about. That will be his dream, and he hopes to be a legend because of it. Even if he isn't a wolf that tells everything about himself, once you get to know him, he can be one of the kindest wolves, with a soft spot for his siblings and his friends. That friendliness is just one thing about his love for his family, and he would rescue them from anything if he had to, even if it meant dying, or killing. In fact, one of the reasons he will come to Alacrita, is to find one of his siblings. That love for his family would bring him that far. And that is just one thing he would do for his family. RP Sample: Pain spread through his back as he moved forwards slowly, blood staining his brown fur as he struggled to swim through the water, not too far from the bank nearby. November sat down heavily once the water was shallow enough, and looked at the wound on his back, flinching when he saw it. He saw white bone, standing out against the blood, and whimpered as he decided to lick the wound. Pain speared through him when he did, and he whimpered, closing his bi colored eyes from all the pain, and flopped down on his stomach, ignoring the pain in his back as he did this. If any of the others saw him like this, they would whimper and ask if he was okay, even though it was clear that he was far from it. "I'm pathetic. I tried to protect my own siblings, and not only did i manage to loose them in the storm, I'm half dead. Real good, Four." He muttered to himself, opening his eyes again and tilting his head as he heard something make its way towards him. A snarl ripped itself from his throat as he struggled to his paws slowly, his eyes narrowed and his ears back. After a moment, though, he relaxed and sat down, muttering to himself as he did this. "If something comes, I might as well go down fighting. It'd be the heroic way." Muttering to himself softly, November decided to keep an eye out for the creature, hoping that it wasn't anything unfriendly, or something that might try to hurt him. "Stupid wolves. You always talk to yourselves whenever you think you're dying. But you're a strange one, Four, I'll grant you that. I might even help you." The creature said, and stepped into the open, making November tilt his head in confusion before the creature, which looked like a cat, spoke again, it's voice tinged with annoyance. "I'm a serval. A Leptailurus serval, if you want to be all proper. But I prefer to just be called a serval, or Rewind." The cat, a serval said, and paused, waiting for him to introduce himself, he guessed. But the sight of the creature made him pause, and he managed to speak a few words, staring into the serval's light green eyes. "My name is November. November Kalendae. But you can call me either Novi or Four, if you want." He said softly, as the serval, Rewind, snorted and shook her head elegantly, making him wonder how she was so calm. "Well, Four, I might as well not even sugarcoat things for you. You're badly hurt, and that wound will get infected if you don't let me help you. If your wound gets infected, it's probably going to kill you. So, if you want to live, and not die a horrible death, follow me." She said, simply, and November rose to his paws, and followed the serval into the forest. "So, 'healer Rewind', where are we even going? Or do you even know were we are, yourself?" November said, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he followed the tiny cat in front of him through the forest blindly, wincing with every step. "Well, Four, I do know where we're going, and I won't help you if you keep acting like that. But, I'll only help you if you get me off this stupid island." Rewind said, softly, as November realized that this little cat must make him more talkative than he usually was. Tilting his head, he watched her jump over a tree with such grace that he tried to do it himself, making his first big mistake. Pain dug into his back, and he stumbled, crashing onto the ground with such force that the wound on his back, which had stopped bleeding, started again. He was in so much pain that he couldn't move. Suddenly, he heard the soft pawsteps of Rewind racing back, and after a short blink, saw her standing over him, with light green eyes widened in what seemed to be fear. "Hey, Four, are you okay?" She said, in a voice that was gentle. Then, she realized her mistake, and added something. "Wouldn't want you to die without helping me." November struggled to his paws, wincing at the pain in his back again, and stared down at the tiny cat at his paws, who was staring up at him. "Yeah. I'm fine. Don't worry about me, 'healer Rewind.'" He said, and the two were traveling again. |