09-24-2012, 02:47 PM
[html] OOC: Set to just before the big hurricane, probably on 9/19/2012.
Gender: Male
Preferred Rank Novice Produttore
Initial Post:
Word Count? 561[/html]
The day started off somewhat slow for him. He'd over slept which he rarely did on such occasions and quickly made his way to the brook near by. After a quick drink of water, Leviothan quickly looked around himself, orange, fiery eyes scaping the land without a sound. He shifted in place for a moment before closing his eyes. With a moment of hesitance, as always with him, he began shifting from lupus to optime. At first there was only a slight change in the way he did, the coarse fur at his neck and colar slowly lengthening, growing long and silken, followed by an audible, painful snap as the bones within his front legs jutted toward the ground, as if bending at an elbow. All this while, his lower half had done the same, only with a slight difference as his legs lengthened and slowly became thighs. From lupus to optime, his form began shifting faster, building tempo without further need of complications, new joints. He doubled in size quickly, his eyes still closed and fairly soon, the sight of a straight up wolf could be seen stepping toward the water. He quickly shook his head, large, copper toned mane bouncing within the wind from his neckline, all the way down past his shoulder blades. Leviothan never really did like shifting. Rather, he enjoyed being able to maintain one form for as long as he could before growing bored.
He'd turned in place almost immediately, pulling with him the bag that had been placed right near the brook only after pulling over the shirt that he'd always worn with this form and the black jeans as well. Both seemed extremely torn. The shirt had a hole the size of a pack of index cards right below the collar, the cloth hanging slightly down over his chest while the other tears were insignificant in stature. He moved out, stepping past the boundaries of trees and water, grabbing for the necklace of teeth he'd forgotten to put on. Carefully it was slid over his neck and with a brief grin, Leviothan silently approached the large tree that marked the border of the Cercatori d'Arte. For a few days, he'd been sleeping somewhere in the distance, trying to keep watch of how others had joined, if they joined at all. He hadn't learned much at all, but he was sure that he'd know what to do the moment someone came to look for him. Instead of howling his approach, Leviothan lowered to the ground, quickly bringing up a fallen branch so that he could shred its bark free with a knife that had been hidden in his bag. After a long moment, he'd managed to thin out what could only be a hilt of a wooden sword, using his claws and his blade to intricately attempt a carving of a lupus wolf howling at a moon.
His eyes only parted from the hilt momentarily when he heard things in the distance, though unsure of if someone was coming, he went back to his word, an attempt made to create the perfect flat bladed dagger made of wood. He didn't mind waiting. He was patient in that manner. Even while he sat, his tail curled slightly at his leg, long and bushy. I wonder how long I'll have to wait, he muttered to himself.
Gender: Male
Preferred Rank Novice Produttore
Initial Post:
Word Count? 561[/html]
The day started off somewhat slow for him. He'd over slept which he rarely did on such occasions and quickly made his way to the brook near by. After a quick drink of water, Leviothan quickly looked around himself, orange, fiery eyes scaping the land without a sound. He shifted in place for a moment before closing his eyes. With a moment of hesitance, as always with him, he began shifting from lupus to optime. At first there was only a slight change in the way he did, the coarse fur at his neck and colar slowly lengthening, growing long and silken, followed by an audible, painful snap as the bones within his front legs jutted toward the ground, as if bending at an elbow. All this while, his lower half had done the same, only with a slight difference as his legs lengthened and slowly became thighs. From lupus to optime, his form began shifting faster, building tempo without further need of complications, new joints. He doubled in size quickly, his eyes still closed and fairly soon, the sight of a straight up wolf could be seen stepping toward the water. He quickly shook his head, large, copper toned mane bouncing within the wind from his neckline, all the way down past his shoulder blades. Leviothan never really did like shifting. Rather, he enjoyed being able to maintain one form for as long as he could before growing bored.
He'd turned in place almost immediately, pulling with him the bag that had been placed right near the brook only after pulling over the shirt that he'd always worn with this form and the black jeans as well. Both seemed extremely torn. The shirt had a hole the size of a pack of index cards right below the collar, the cloth hanging slightly down over his chest while the other tears were insignificant in stature. He moved out, stepping past the boundaries of trees and water, grabbing for the necklace of teeth he'd forgotten to put on. Carefully it was slid over his neck and with a brief grin, Leviothan silently approached the large tree that marked the border of the Cercatori d'Arte. For a few days, he'd been sleeping somewhere in the distance, trying to keep watch of how others had joined, if they joined at all. He hadn't learned much at all, but he was sure that he'd know what to do the moment someone came to look for him. Instead of howling his approach, Leviothan lowered to the ground, quickly bringing up a fallen branch so that he could shred its bark free with a knife that had been hidden in his bag. After a long moment, he'd managed to thin out what could only be a hilt of a wooden sword, using his claws and his blade to intricately attempt a carving of a lupus wolf howling at a moon.
His eyes only parted from the hilt momentarily when he heard things in the distance, though unsure of if someone was coming, he went back to his word, an attempt made to create the perfect flat bladed dagger made of wood. He didn't mind waiting. He was patient in that manner. Even while he sat, his tail curled slightly at his leg, long and bushy. I wonder how long I'll have to wait, he muttered to himself.