09-01-2008, 01:06 PM
Character Name: Adonis
Character Birthdate: January 12th, 2003
Regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: Verto
Gender: Male
E-mail: arahbeauchamp116@hotmail.com">sarahbeauchamp116@hotmail.com
AIM: romanticxdesires
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Affiliate on Myth
Initial post or three past examples:
All are from Myth -- Apache Deforge
Character Birthdate: January 12th, 2003
Regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: Verto
Gender: Male
E-mail: arahbeauchamp116@hotmail.com">sarahbeauchamp116@hotmail.com
AIM: romanticxdesires
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Affiliate on Myth
Initial post or three past examples:
All are from Myth -- Apache Deforge
Quote:It wasn't usual that one would be able to get so close to the borders without Apache or another Astral Moors pack member knowing. He had perched himself back into a settlement of now snow-blown boulders whilst watching the border warily from further into the territory. Blood hued and scarred visionaries were long settled upon the filthy Terrakin, leathery nostrils inhaled deeply the familiar scent. Were the terrakin really that stupid? Ears remained pinned back upon his skullcap as the large, weathered Luxkin king remained where he was, hoping that no other pack mate would wander near.. He was, after all, 'protecting the borders.' Silently he wished, hoped and prayed to the Goddesses that this pregnant female might leave, but she didn't and only continued into his lands, forcing the predator to reveal himself.
Large paws were the first seen, strong toes gripped the frost covered ground as sturdy, long limbs were revealed next then strong shoulders and broad chest. Originally virgin ivory pelt was now reduced to a graying hue, however the volume and bulk remained. Hardened features could now be seen, pink and nasty scars plastered across his fascade, creating a more cruel expression than that of his sour scowl. Slash marks over his eyes and nose, along with other scattered scars on his face of which were new since the leave of his birthing lands. "Stupid, stupid terrakin.." His youthfully soft and smooth vocals that one may hope for were now turned to harsh, deep and vibrating tones as he greeted her in a daunting manner. He had already succumed to the rage.
Apache felt a pain in his chest, as though his heart were compressing at the memories of him tearing apart her mate, Taliesin. Her youthful and green appearance almost made him sick, it was a disgusting contrast to his aged features for he was old, graying and scarred, whereas she was young, pregnant and still had that innocent look in her eyes. But she was still a terrakin, and she was tresspassing. "You would think that your pathetic mate would have warned you against coming anywhere near a Luxkin, or snowy mountains.." He crooned whilst still approaching her. Niren would surely kill him if she found out about this.
Quote:He was getting sick and tired of searching. Of course, in his younger days Apache was all for wandering around, travelling and exploring the world. But now, now he was aged, a veteran as he reffered to himself, someone who needed more rest than others.. However despite his age the older male retained what muscle he was basically born with. Thick, lengthily limbs drew the ivory monster of the border of Hebetic Steppe, he didn't care to realize that he had overstepped the borders of another packland's territory. A snort erupted forth from nares as the ram-horn adorned male huffed and slowed the pace to pause and allow his nose to dip towards the earth's surface, allowing senses to finally realize his overstepping. Oh well. He was Apache, the world was his when he was a loner, and remained such even as a member of Astral Moors.
His beloved Niren, the one thing he actually could stand. Yawning the bear-like male drew himself to a slower pace, pausing momentarily to stare down into a small ravine that crossed through the territory. He wasn't even sure himself why he had mated with and become, caring, towards that two-toned female. She wasn't what he thought his kind was at all- she was lithe, slender and feminine, she wasn't an Ignis Luxkin, and she wasn't even tempered like himself.. Perhaps it was the fact that she often times acted as though he were ferior to her, however he was aware of those select times that she prooved she could hold her own. Blood-hued visionaries returned their attention towards his reflection in the water's crystaline surface as he scowled with a sigh. His aged, scarred appearance seemed to grow older with each second. Damn this world.
Quote:Large paws lifted and fell rhythmnically. He was tired, there was no doubt about that, all this bloody drama that had seemed to happen time after time, and the family issues.. Goddesses he needed a break. Visionaries were fixiated upon the ground as tail hung low, lazy, as the feathery appendage gently flapped back against the backs of his legs. Head remained hung as Apache picked his way through the now soggy summer terrain, heading from one side of Astral Moors to the other so that he may rest his tired limbs and mind. Horse-like gait swaggered in the male's step as he continued his strides in the direction of the den, the place of rest as he rememebered being capped over in heavy snow during the brutal evening hours. The very idea of such a place created a wave of pleasure. Ears rotated atop of cranium as the pure-bred paused momentarily to listen to the strange calls and whistles of the familiar land.
Pearly whites were revealed from behind black lips as visionaries turned all around, taking in the chilled air. The familiar scent of Astral Moors drifted to him as Apache slowed his movements and glanced upwards towards the familiar outline of that damned Moriko. Ears pricked momentarily before relaxing back into an aggitated motion as Apache observed Moriko. By nature, Apache -like any other wolf of a rare kinspecies- leaned towards promoting their kind, and that natural pull still remained true in him. However the male continuously reminded himself of what went down between Moriko and Niren. Ohh how he longed to tear the male apart.. Deciding to dismiss such thoughts he grunted and turned to make his way onwards, there was no use in speaking to the other.. another fight would just occur.