Post by Supernatural on Jan 5, 2007 16:03:16 GMT -5
ADULT APPLICATION
Character Information ::
Dubbance: Supernatural
Lifetime: 1 year
Gender: Female
Lineage: Hybrid (hellhound&heavenhound)
Parentals: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Mated?(if yes, please remember he/she is supposed to join too) No
Spawn? No
Website: (leave blank if you don't have one)
Desired rank: Warrior
Description: Cold, loyal, aggressive, taciturn, goat horns, feathered wings, razor-sharp claws, muscled, row of spikes along back, orange, chocolate, black (I can whip up an actual Furcadia description, if needed)
Roleplaying ::
(Please, write down all the three required posts. You can also add some old posts if you wish to. And we're not giving you the situations, btw.)
Socializing; Supernatural could be found lounging around the den. Nostrils flared as a new scent wafted in - a pack mate most assuredly. Neutral expression was plastered upon visage however happy she was to see the a fellow member. Beast lifted from his laying position and trotted up to greet the returning member. Alas, it was the alpha. Tail lowered, but wagged gently. Tongue slipped from mug to lap respectfully at the superior's muzzle. Yip sounded, welcoming their return. As more members entered the den, the bitch nodded to them and granted a few grunts here and there. Upon spotting a more beloved member, she trotted up to them and offered a brief nuzzle.
Fighting; Supernatural's icy expression altered as an intruder waltzed on into the den, as if they owned the damned place, replaced with a more hateful version. Beast would have none of this. Before lashing out, the hybrid glanced to her alpha for permission. If it was granted, a bloodbath would ensue. Talon-like claws ripped the terrain below in an attempt to attain stability whilst tail acted like a rudder for control. The hound's jaws unhinged and aimed to grab upon the enemy's leg. At the same time, she lowered herself, but only for a moment; without a second's hesitation, she flung her body up wards, wings held firm against her sides and out of the way. If successful in her plans, the bitch would end up with a limb in her maw and the foe would have several puncture wounds along their side - endangering the ribs and the small area between each one. But, no, it wouldn't end there. Provided those spikes made their way inside the flesh of the other and the paw was taken hostage, the heathen would then attempt to drive herself deeper into the side of the other whilst moving forward; this would, in turn, cause painful rips and tears along with deep punctures. Let's not forget the trapped paw! In the process of moving, the limb would hopefully be pulled helplessly along with her, forcing it into a terribly painful angle. On the chance that her assault was to miss, the bitch would attempt to put the distance back between the foe and herself, and re-think her plans
Hunting; Supernatural's nose was held mid-level to pick up a combination of ground and air scents. Once she picked up a trail, she followed it, carefully. Wings were held tight against body to prevent accidentally bumping into something that could have been avoided. Eyes lowered so that they could focus on the ground and a little above. Soon after, she spotted her future prey. Without a sound, she stalked closer, mindful of twigs and the direction of the wind. Moving against the air current, she hoped that she would not be noticed. Once she was within a pre-determined range, the hound would crouch down and store power within those muscled legs. A second or two after, the energy was released, and the beast started on a charge - picking up speed as they neared. It was the weakest of the group she was after. Through careful maneuvering and manipulation, the bitch sought to single out the youth. After that was done with, it was time to bring this hunt to an end. Paws equipped with those deadly claws, readied to grasp onto flesh, raised and sought the hind end of the deer. Bitch kept herself off to the side to avoid the full force of a kick - if the juvenile decided to try and fend her off. Jaws unlatched and aimed to come down upon the spine, severing it, and paralyzing the creature. If successful, the victim would collapse, where she would then slay it by gutting it and having her fill of it's flesh and innards.
Character Information ::
Dubbance: Supernatural
Lifetime: 1 year
Gender: Female
Lineage: Hybrid (hellhound&heavenhound)
Parentals: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Mated?(if yes, please remember he/she is supposed to join too) No
Spawn? No
Website: (leave blank if you don't have one)
Desired rank: Warrior
Description: Cold, loyal, aggressive, taciturn, goat horns, feathered wings, razor-sharp claws, muscled, row of spikes along back, orange, chocolate, black (I can whip up an actual Furcadia description, if needed)
Roleplaying ::
(Please, write down all the three required posts. You can also add some old posts if you wish to. And we're not giving you the situations, btw.)
Socializing; Supernatural could be found lounging around the den. Nostrils flared as a new scent wafted in - a pack mate most assuredly. Neutral expression was plastered upon visage however happy she was to see the a fellow member. Beast lifted from his laying position and trotted up to greet the returning member. Alas, it was the alpha. Tail lowered, but wagged gently. Tongue slipped from mug to lap respectfully at the superior's muzzle. Yip sounded, welcoming their return. As more members entered the den, the bitch nodded to them and granted a few grunts here and there. Upon spotting a more beloved member, she trotted up to them and offered a brief nuzzle.
Fighting; Supernatural's icy expression altered as an intruder waltzed on into the den, as if they owned the damned place, replaced with a more hateful version. Beast would have none of this. Before lashing out, the hybrid glanced to her alpha for permission. If it was granted, a bloodbath would ensue. Talon-like claws ripped the terrain below in an attempt to attain stability whilst tail acted like a rudder for control. The hound's jaws unhinged and aimed to grab upon the enemy's leg. At the same time, she lowered herself, but only for a moment; without a second's hesitation, she flung her body up wards, wings held firm against her sides and out of the way. If successful in her plans, the bitch would end up with a limb in her maw and the foe would have several puncture wounds along their side - endangering the ribs and the small area between each one. But, no, it wouldn't end there. Provided those spikes made their way inside the flesh of the other and the paw was taken hostage, the heathen would then attempt to drive herself deeper into the side of the other whilst moving forward; this would, in turn, cause painful rips and tears along with deep punctures. Let's not forget the trapped paw! In the process of moving, the limb would hopefully be pulled helplessly along with her, forcing it into a terribly painful angle. On the chance that her assault was to miss, the bitch would attempt to put the distance back between the foe and herself, and re-think her plans
Hunting; Supernatural's nose was held mid-level to pick up a combination of ground and air scents. Once she picked up a trail, she followed it, carefully. Wings were held tight against body to prevent accidentally bumping into something that could have been avoided. Eyes lowered so that they could focus on the ground and a little above. Soon after, she spotted her future prey. Without a sound, she stalked closer, mindful of twigs and the direction of the wind. Moving against the air current, she hoped that she would not be noticed. Once she was within a pre-determined range, the hound would crouch down and store power within those muscled legs. A second or two after, the energy was released, and the beast started on a charge - picking up speed as they neared. It was the weakest of the group she was after. Through careful maneuvering and manipulation, the bitch sought to single out the youth. After that was done with, it was time to bring this hunt to an end. Paws equipped with those deadly claws, readied to grasp onto flesh, raised and sought the hind end of the deer. Bitch kept herself off to the side to avoid the full force of a kick - if the juvenile decided to try and fend her off. Jaws unlatched and aimed to come down upon the spine, severing it, and paralyzing the creature. If successful, the victim would collapse, where she would then slay it by gutting it and having her fill of it's flesh and innards.
