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Character Name: Demarz
Character Birthdate: December 7th, 2006
Regular wolf or a Luperci: Regular wolf
Species: Pure wolf, but mongrel.
Gender: Male
AIM: FossilizedSins
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Was sent her from Neopets by James ^^
Initial post:
It’s beautiful, truly, and none could deny it. The way the elongated clouds seemed touched by red, the way the mist that hung high in the sky followed by example, becoming a vivid orange. Two colors that one would never think possible for such an endless expanse of the purest blue. It was a canvas for an unseen artist, which was wiped blank every day, so that it may be painted differently the next night. In mere hours it would be gone, washed away, leaving the sky for the shimmering stars and waning moon.
Taking one more moment to study the portrait which spanned for endless lengths above his broad head, the male let out a sigh. With that his hulking frame was soon hefted to large paws, muscle-bound limbs supporting his body effortlessly. The titan-like brute was far from a care-free romantic, and he did not spend his time admiring every miracle of nature, for there was not really the time. However, despite his normally stoic nature, a sunset was always something he tended to watch. It was as if the sky decided to bleed every night. Demarz was not a malevolent creature, and did not wish it so, for he knew such was illogical. He did not get his fancy from blood, but the way the clouds took on that exact color, and diffused to orange, it was just something to take pause at.
Unlike the extraordinary painters-pallet above, the large brute who wound his way through the slowly changing terrain was quite cliché in appearance. Simple black, nothing more. It was hard to place a description on the coal-coloration, however. Matte seemed to be best way to describe it. It was merely a flat black. There was no astonishing lustre to add to his handsome appearance, nothing to draw the eyes. Just an almost emptiness, devoid of light. Dull if you will. And he preferred it, for nothing was better on the frame of a predator than a color just brushed over with the eyes, unnoticed, though quite impressive. There were no fanciful combinations, and most definitely no complex patterns of different hues. None of these things marred the coal-hued fur which lay thickly upon his broad form, covering the taut muscles which twitched and twisted in an almost over-exaggerated manner with every paw step. The most noticeable feature about the male were the eyes of a liquid mercury. A slightly more uncommon color, which took away somewhat from his cliché appearance. However the wolf's eyes differed where his pelt failed to do so. His gaze always held attention. They were stunningly alive, holding a cunning and wisdom only achieved by those who lived the hard life of fending for themselves and having nothing provided. Piercing was a close way to describe his pale gaze. One could not help but feel exposed, seen through. One could get lost in a gaze like his, and many certainly had.
Though very bland in coloration, the brute was quite charming as far as wolves went. Demarz was adequately built, a great example of natures calculated proportions and gifts that were only bestowed to the predators of the world, but not perfect. None were perfect. The canine was able to catch ones eye, however. Especially thanks to those molten eyes. He was charming in his own, silent way, and when Demarz actually cracked a grin, his face became very appealing indeed. It was his biggest lie. Though he could be kind, Demarz was often as cold as the poles, ruthless when enraged and easily angered. He was not a soft hearted male. No, he was a realist and a survivor. Every friendship he made was not considered affectionate. It was an alliance, plain and simple. And he was loyal to a fault when a worthy alliance was reached. Cunning and amazingly intelligent, Demarz was a harsh force to be reckoned with.
The wolf's thoughts were drawn back to the lands through which he was casually making his way. The mighty sentinel-like trees, which were before so thick and crowded, were slowly thinning. It was not to say that it was so severe that it was a field, just that the forest was becoming more open, more sparse. This made the male distinctly uncomfortable. Demarz could not help but feel an affinity to the unmoving giants. They were so simple, yet radiated power by sheer size. In his travels he had seen trees which had such girth that he had been left speechless. Something that never moved willingly, something which would never attack or speak or even care of one's passing awed Demarz in ways few things could. Yet he digressed once more in his thoughts. With a mental chiding the male turned back to the situation at hand. With grace slightly astonishing for such a large male, he wound about the rough trunks, heading father into this new territory.
Confident, powerful strides stopped short, as though Demarz had walked into a solid wall. And in a mental sense he had. Brows crinkled in brief concentration as he inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring. The pungent, sharp scent of territorial markers were unmistakeable. It was hard to say how the stoic male took this from his appearance alone. He seemed as indifferent as always. Yet his mind was turning. He knew such a thing would happen eventually, after all, it was what he was planning on. After so much wandering one is bound to encounter the lands of packs. The question was, was he truly ready to take such a step. A small twitch between his brows indicated his mental debate as he stood, almost comically, on the cusp of the lands. One paw held in midair, his broad skull cocked slightly, eyes showing only deep thought. With something of a grunt his paw slowly lowered upon the other side of this scent barrier. Yes, he was ready. He had been solitary for the last year and a half, it was time to join other canines once more. Unsure of whether this pack was right for him, unsure of whether he was truly ready, unsure of whether he would be accepted, Demarz entered the lands. He was unsure, but he was committed. With an almost mournful sigh he once more picked up his languid pace, ready to take up this new challenge.
So long had Demarz been away from other canines, he was not quite sure as to how to go about his approach. Should he give a call to let the leaders and the pack no that he was trespassing? Should he merely stride about like a fool until he was discovered? He laughed almost bitterly at that, his vocals rough and gravelly, but still pleasing on the ears. Yes, that was it. He would waltz about, until he got attacked by an over zealous wolf protecting it's home. The wolf shook his head slowly, almost scornfully as he mentally continued his debate, not paying attention to the land. That was a mistake for two reasons. First, it was dangerous, and second, he would have noticed the lake off to his right. Gladly the male would have welcomed a fresh, chilled drink. But he was to absorbed in his entrance, and it's planning. And needless to say, he was getting nowhere with it.
With a surly grunt Demarz looked up, those shining eyes lighting with something as close to true pleasure as it got with him. Water! Lovely! The male slowly approached the shimmering surface, tail curled loosely over his muscled spine. It was habit, for the brawny wolf was a proud male, and always showed such. It was not a claim at dominance, and had he been thinking clearly, he would have put on the signs of submission upon a new land. But he wasn't. He never before had to show submission, and so he lowered his head to drink, ears pushed forwards and tail curled high. A dangerous mistake? He could only find out.
Demarz had arrived.
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ooc: I'm sorry it is terrible x_x.
Character Name: Demarz
Character Birthdate: December 7th, 2006
Regular wolf or a Luperci: Regular wolf
Species: Pure wolf, but mongrel.
Gender: Male
AIM: FossilizedSins
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Was sent her from Neopets by James ^^
Initial post:
It’s beautiful, truly, and none could deny it. The way the elongated clouds seemed touched by red, the way the mist that hung high in the sky followed by example, becoming a vivid orange. Two colors that one would never think possible for such an endless expanse of the purest blue. It was a canvas for an unseen artist, which was wiped blank every day, so that it may be painted differently the next night. In mere hours it would be gone, washed away, leaving the sky for the shimmering stars and waning moon.
Taking one more moment to study the portrait which spanned for endless lengths above his broad head, the male let out a sigh. With that his hulking frame was soon hefted to large paws, muscle-bound limbs supporting his body effortlessly. The titan-like brute was far from a care-free romantic, and he did not spend his time admiring every miracle of nature, for there was not really the time. However, despite his normally stoic nature, a sunset was always something he tended to watch. It was as if the sky decided to bleed every night. Demarz was not a malevolent creature, and did not wish it so, for he knew such was illogical. He did not get his fancy from blood, but the way the clouds took on that exact color, and diffused to orange, it was just something to take pause at.
Unlike the extraordinary painters-pallet above, the large brute who wound his way through the slowly changing terrain was quite cliché in appearance. Simple black, nothing more. It was hard to place a description on the coal-coloration, however. Matte seemed to be best way to describe it. It was merely a flat black. There was no astonishing lustre to add to his handsome appearance, nothing to draw the eyes. Just an almost emptiness, devoid of light. Dull if you will. And he preferred it, for nothing was better on the frame of a predator than a color just brushed over with the eyes, unnoticed, though quite impressive. There were no fanciful combinations, and most definitely no complex patterns of different hues. None of these things marred the coal-hued fur which lay thickly upon his broad form, covering the taut muscles which twitched and twisted in an almost over-exaggerated manner with every paw step. The most noticeable feature about the male were the eyes of a liquid mercury. A slightly more uncommon color, which took away somewhat from his cliché appearance. However the wolf's eyes differed where his pelt failed to do so. His gaze always held attention. They were stunningly alive, holding a cunning and wisdom only achieved by those who lived the hard life of fending for themselves and having nothing provided. Piercing was a close way to describe his pale gaze. One could not help but feel exposed, seen through. One could get lost in a gaze like his, and many certainly had.
Though very bland in coloration, the brute was quite charming as far as wolves went. Demarz was adequately built, a great example of natures calculated proportions and gifts that were only bestowed to the predators of the world, but not perfect. None were perfect. The canine was able to catch ones eye, however. Especially thanks to those molten eyes. He was charming in his own, silent way, and when Demarz actually cracked a grin, his face became very appealing indeed. It was his biggest lie. Though he could be kind, Demarz was often as cold as the poles, ruthless when enraged and easily angered. He was not a soft hearted male. No, he was a realist and a survivor. Every friendship he made was not considered affectionate. It was an alliance, plain and simple. And he was loyal to a fault when a worthy alliance was reached. Cunning and amazingly intelligent, Demarz was a harsh force to be reckoned with.
The wolf's thoughts were drawn back to the lands through which he was casually making his way. The mighty sentinel-like trees, which were before so thick and crowded, were slowly thinning. It was not to say that it was so severe that it was a field, just that the forest was becoming more open, more sparse. This made the male distinctly uncomfortable. Demarz could not help but feel an affinity to the unmoving giants. They were so simple, yet radiated power by sheer size. In his travels he had seen trees which had such girth that he had been left speechless. Something that never moved willingly, something which would never attack or speak or even care of one's passing awed Demarz in ways few things could. Yet he digressed once more in his thoughts. With a mental chiding the male turned back to the situation at hand. With grace slightly astonishing for such a large male, he wound about the rough trunks, heading father into this new territory.
Confident, powerful strides stopped short, as though Demarz had walked into a solid wall. And in a mental sense he had. Brows crinkled in brief concentration as he inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring. The pungent, sharp scent of territorial markers were unmistakeable. It was hard to say how the stoic male took this from his appearance alone. He seemed as indifferent as always. Yet his mind was turning. He knew such a thing would happen eventually, after all, it was what he was planning on. After so much wandering one is bound to encounter the lands of packs. The question was, was he truly ready to take such a step. A small twitch between his brows indicated his mental debate as he stood, almost comically, on the cusp of the lands. One paw held in midair, his broad skull cocked slightly, eyes showing only deep thought. With something of a grunt his paw slowly lowered upon the other side of this scent barrier. Yes, he was ready. He had been solitary for the last year and a half, it was time to join other canines once more. Unsure of whether this pack was right for him, unsure of whether he was truly ready, unsure of whether he would be accepted, Demarz entered the lands. He was unsure, but he was committed. With an almost mournful sigh he once more picked up his languid pace, ready to take up this new challenge.
So long had Demarz been away from other canines, he was not quite sure as to how to go about his approach. Should he give a call to let the leaders and the pack no that he was trespassing? Should he merely stride about like a fool until he was discovered? He laughed almost bitterly at that, his vocals rough and gravelly, but still pleasing on the ears. Yes, that was it. He would waltz about, until he got attacked by an over zealous wolf protecting it's home. The wolf shook his head slowly, almost scornfully as he mentally continued his debate, not paying attention to the land. That was a mistake for two reasons. First, it was dangerous, and second, he would have noticed the lake off to his right. Gladly the male would have welcomed a fresh, chilled drink. But he was to absorbed in his entrance, and it's planning. And needless to say, he was getting nowhere with it.
With a surly grunt Demarz looked up, those shining eyes lighting with something as close to true pleasure as it got with him. Water! Lovely! The male slowly approached the shimmering surface, tail curled loosely over his muscled spine. It was habit, for the brawny wolf was a proud male, and always showed such. It was not a claim at dominance, and had he been thinking clearly, he would have put on the signs of submission upon a new land. But he wasn't. He never before had to show submission, and so he lowered his head to drink, ears pushed forwards and tail curled high. A dangerous mistake? He could only find out.
Demarz had arrived.