Post by Maime on Dec 27, 2006 20:03:50 GMT -5
VITALS ::
Dubbance: Cronic
Winters: Six
Gender: Male
Lineage: Heavenhound
Parentals: None
Siblings: None
Companion: None
(weak)Crush: Zibah
Anklebiters: None
Desired rank: Warrior
Description: My furcadian description is 'Pending' so, his fur is just black, his belly is gray, his dorsal stripe is white, and his paws are also black and his eyes are pink.
Roleplaying ::
Socializing; ;'s jaded albino vision glanced around, well sized hunk of prey dangled from 'is jowls; the fresh haunch a raw chocolate hue. Releasing the meat, omnipotent mitts made their art work near the bank, a steady toss of earth flew beside him. A satisfying `crater' lay before him, and a swift kick sent the haunch toppling into the dirt. Sound echoed through his aerials just then as they began to rotate. Albino pools glanced to his side, and a gray wolf stood there, and with out much experience in socializing, jaws quickly snapped around it and let out a piercing snarl and limbs made a quick escape from the hungry mutt, feathered appendages stretched out above 'is alabaster dorsal stripe; cold snow melting beneath 'is omnipotent mitts.
Fighting; ;'s mahogany aerials swiftly rotated 'pon 'is skull, craning elegantly to chomp down upon the raw meat, skin tearing beneath it, purpley crimson slivers of raw flesh slowly streaking down his throat, leaving a slimey feeling; yet warm. A growl was sounded from beside him, and he looked up. At first glance, a gray, brown and black figure stood towering above him, attempting to `play'. But on second glance, a snarling gray wolf glared at him, challenging for the meat. Swiftly, Cronic rose to omnipotent limbs, and a snarl released 'is jowls. So . . . let the games begin.
Hunting; ;. Stalking closely to the ground, ashen belly was slightly shaded in by sea green blades of the field around him. Omnipotent mitts made no absolute sound calculated, at least for the elegant prey standing before him. Refraining from a snarl so the elk wouldn't become alert, he posed a silent form until the time was right. Springing from the earth, a growl vocaled from 'is larynx in mid air, blades lashed at his preys' posterior, apparently latching on. Perhaps, with such force and such a confused, un-aware beast, it would be easy to bring it down, and even, a rare easy kill.
[/b]Dubbance: Cronic
Winters: Six
Gender: Male
Lineage: Heavenhound
Parentals: None
Siblings: None
Companion: None
(weak)Crush: Zibah
Anklebiters: None
Desired rank: Warrior
Description: My furcadian description is 'Pending' so, his fur is just black, his belly is gray, his dorsal stripe is white, and his paws are also black and his eyes are pink.
Roleplaying ::
Socializing; ;'s jaded albino vision glanced around, well sized hunk of prey dangled from 'is jowls; the fresh haunch a raw chocolate hue. Releasing the meat, omnipotent mitts made their art work near the bank, a steady toss of earth flew beside him. A satisfying `crater' lay before him, and a swift kick sent the haunch toppling into the dirt. Sound echoed through his aerials just then as they began to rotate. Albino pools glanced to his side, and a gray wolf stood there, and with out much experience in socializing, jaws quickly snapped around it and let out a piercing snarl and limbs made a quick escape from the hungry mutt, feathered appendages stretched out above 'is alabaster dorsal stripe; cold snow melting beneath 'is omnipotent mitts.
Fighting; ;'s mahogany aerials swiftly rotated 'pon 'is skull, craning elegantly to chomp down upon the raw meat, skin tearing beneath it, purpley crimson slivers of raw flesh slowly streaking down his throat, leaving a slimey feeling; yet warm. A growl was sounded from beside him, and he looked up. At first glance, a gray, brown and black figure stood towering above him, attempting to `play'. But on second glance, a snarling gray wolf glared at him, challenging for the meat. Swiftly, Cronic rose to omnipotent limbs, and a snarl released 'is jowls. So . . . let the games begin.
Hunting; ;. Stalking closely to the ground, ashen belly was slightly shaded in by sea green blades of the field around him. Omnipotent mitts made no absolute sound calculated, at least for the elegant prey standing before him. Refraining from a snarl so the elk wouldn't become alert, he posed a silent form until the time was right. Springing from the earth, a growl vocaled from 'is larynx in mid air, blades lashed at his preys' posterior, apparently latching on. Perhaps, with such force and such a confused, un-aware beast, it would be easy to bring it down, and even, a rare easy kill.
