Post by Vasli on Jan 3, 2007 19:24:52 GMT -5
Dubbance: Vasli
Lifetime: 3.8 seasons
Gender: Not yours [Male < <]
Lineage: Pure
Parentals: Deceased. Adoptive: Alsheera Veshnu x Smaoint
Siblings: No blood known
Website: Working on it, I swear. Just a lazy bum right now.
Desired rank: You choose. If you're wanting to be lazy and make me choose, then I suppose Sentinel if you feel it would be good
Description: Upon dark ash hued background, mint and similar yellowish tint was painted along his body. Small swirl began on his muzzle of one, and past the teal colored orbs split into two, which dripped down to his backside in a lazy pattern before final swirl was made at the end. Paws were painted mint hue, with a single swirl on each leg. Lighter gray settled from just over the jaw line, and cascaded down in haphazard border until it reached the end of his stomach. Single swirl curled from this border along his ribs. Coloring was perhaps, unremarkable, but body frame itself was slightly uncommon. Lithe frame made way for taller than average, about four feet, though still possessed a healthy layer of muscle.
Roleplaying ::
Socializing; Swirly mint and buttercup hound abruptly rose from his comfortable laying position next to his companion, shaking his head to clear it as he regained his balance on all fours. Teal colored eyes were cast in a wary gaze, sweeping the surrounding area, looking for...something one might suspect. His nearby friends might guess it was danger interrupting their bored feelings, based on his actions. In reality, he was not looking for anything. In fact, there was nothing to look for outside of the idea that popped into his mind! A sly grin crossed his mug, looking pointedly at each of the nearby beings before asking in a low grumble, "Did anyone else see that rabbit go by?" His aim was to get them interested in this game of catching a rabbit for fun, but in reality when he shooed them ahead to search by some brush, he'd put his butt to use in a fake tackle on one of his unsuspecting victims. The term 'dog-pile' would fit here nicely if all went according to plan. No doubt it'd incite the others to perfect the term provided it worked and hopefully get these lazy bums off their arses. However, he'd need to get them off the ground and on to searching before anything could happen.
Fighting; So, this stranger somehow got it into their ego inflated mind to just wander over a clearly claimed pack's ground, and invading the sanctity of the den no less! It was not invited, he could clearly see that from the lack of response. And although he wasn't one to shake easy, the stranger's behavior irked him, which was a rare thing to do. However, when dealing with a pack or loved one he tended to take things very seriously if seen something contrary happened. This was no exception, so Vas would certainly put this one in its place. Taking care to face the stranger to see if it would show any hostile action first, he rose to all fours from the previous sitting position; claws rubbed together in a slight scratching sound as he pulled each paw up, fas if to give it final warning that it wouldn't be tolerated any longer. A thunderous sound, the growl coming straight from the chest was used in letting it know that he meant to carry out his warnings. Surprising to some that he was being so lenient as to allow the other to turn tail, but intimidation was better to use than straight fighting since it worked more often than not. Barring ivory fangs threateningly, hackled raising in both annoyance and for intimidation purposes, he made sure to ready himself to drive the intruder out. Tensing legs to spring either toward or away if the other proved to get hostile as well, head was lowered to protect the vulnerable underside of his neck. He could either defend or attack now, since he was enough distance away for either option to be viable. He'd see what the intruder would do first before rushing it, because it would just be a wasted effort if it simply turned tail and ran just because it didn't want to risk any of its body parts being severely injured, or even its life removed from the gene pool permanently if Vas was pushed far enough.
Hunting; Ah, prey. A full game in themselves, especially when running for their lives. Yet, he was not running at the moment, and wouldn't until he felt the time was right. At the moment, frame was crouched down behind a overgrown foliage in a forested area he'd wandered into for a time. Tense, ready to spring at a moment's notice, almost cat-like in wariness to his surroundings and prey of choice. Ears flicked nervously, anxiously as he kept an iron grip vision on the animal some feet in front of him. Lucky for him, he was downwind of it, and could not be easily scented...yet. Orbs gleamed with anticipation, nose catching final scents of it, to make sure he followed the right path through the trees should he lose sight of it. Flick to the left, flicker to the right, he tallied all his options unconsciously. The forest was thick enough to make him weave through it, so he'd have to be sure of his footing. Paw shuffled slightly, to make sure he could spring from this position fast enough to take it by surprise. But...he would wait a few moments longer before springing the attack.
Lifetime: 3.8 seasons
Gender: Not yours [Male < <]
Lineage: Pure
Parentals: Deceased. Adoptive: Alsheera Veshnu x Smaoint
Siblings: No blood known
Website: Working on it, I swear. Just a lazy bum right now.
Desired rank: You choose. If you're wanting to be lazy and make me choose, then I suppose Sentinel if you feel it would be good
Description: Upon dark ash hued background, mint and similar yellowish tint was painted along his body. Small swirl began on his muzzle of one, and past the teal colored orbs split into two, which dripped down to his backside in a lazy pattern before final swirl was made at the end. Paws were painted mint hue, with a single swirl on each leg. Lighter gray settled from just over the jaw line, and cascaded down in haphazard border until it reached the end of his stomach. Single swirl curled from this border along his ribs. Coloring was perhaps, unremarkable, but body frame itself was slightly uncommon. Lithe frame made way for taller than average, about four feet, though still possessed a healthy layer of muscle.
Roleplaying ::
Socializing; Swirly mint and buttercup hound abruptly rose from his comfortable laying position next to his companion, shaking his head to clear it as he regained his balance on all fours. Teal colored eyes were cast in a wary gaze, sweeping the surrounding area, looking for...something one might suspect. His nearby friends might guess it was danger interrupting their bored feelings, based on his actions. In reality, he was not looking for anything. In fact, there was nothing to look for outside of the idea that popped into his mind! A sly grin crossed his mug, looking pointedly at each of the nearby beings before asking in a low grumble, "Did anyone else see that rabbit go by?" His aim was to get them interested in this game of catching a rabbit for fun, but in reality when he shooed them ahead to search by some brush, he'd put his butt to use in a fake tackle on one of his unsuspecting victims. The term 'dog-pile' would fit here nicely if all went according to plan. No doubt it'd incite the others to perfect the term provided it worked and hopefully get these lazy bums off their arses. However, he'd need to get them off the ground and on to searching before anything could happen.
Fighting; So, this stranger somehow got it into their ego inflated mind to just wander over a clearly claimed pack's ground, and invading the sanctity of the den no less! It was not invited, he could clearly see that from the lack of response. And although he wasn't one to shake easy, the stranger's behavior irked him, which was a rare thing to do. However, when dealing with a pack or loved one he tended to take things very seriously if seen something contrary happened. This was no exception, so Vas would certainly put this one in its place. Taking care to face the stranger to see if it would show any hostile action first, he rose to all fours from the previous sitting position; claws rubbed together in a slight scratching sound as he pulled each paw up, fas if to give it final warning that it wouldn't be tolerated any longer. A thunderous sound, the growl coming straight from the chest was used in letting it know that he meant to carry out his warnings. Surprising to some that he was being so lenient as to allow the other to turn tail, but intimidation was better to use than straight fighting since it worked more often than not. Barring ivory fangs threateningly, hackled raising in both annoyance and for intimidation purposes, he made sure to ready himself to drive the intruder out. Tensing legs to spring either toward or away if the other proved to get hostile as well, head was lowered to protect the vulnerable underside of his neck. He could either defend or attack now, since he was enough distance away for either option to be viable. He'd see what the intruder would do first before rushing it, because it would just be a wasted effort if it simply turned tail and ran just because it didn't want to risk any of its body parts being severely injured, or even its life removed from the gene pool permanently if Vas was pushed far enough.
Hunting; Ah, prey. A full game in themselves, especially when running for their lives. Yet, he was not running at the moment, and wouldn't until he felt the time was right. At the moment, frame was crouched down behind a overgrown foliage in a forested area he'd wandered into for a time. Tense, ready to spring at a moment's notice, almost cat-like in wariness to his surroundings and prey of choice. Ears flicked nervously, anxiously as he kept an iron grip vision on the animal some feet in front of him. Lucky for him, he was downwind of it, and could not be easily scented...yet. Orbs gleamed with anticipation, nose catching final scents of it, to make sure he followed the right path through the trees should he lose sight of it. Flick to the left, flicker to the right, he tallied all his options unconsciously. The forest was thick enough to make him weave through it, so he'd have to be sure of his footing. Paw shuffled slightly, to make sure he could spring from this position fast enough to take it by surprise. But...he would wait a few moments longer before springing the attack.
