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 Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 11:19 pm
 Here it is; a directory of my wolves, everything about them that I would rather like to remember in one convenient place. No posting and the such, I'll add information as it comes. I'm always open for RP; if interested, just send me a PM! CURRENTLY UPDATING BANNERS!
Contents:
Savhir .01
Tiyana .02
Hushidhe .03
Sudhir .04
Cernunnos .05
Moshe .06
Isobel .07
Yakone .08
Soren .09
Amore .10
Nike .11
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If we shadows have offended
Think but this and all is mended
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream.
~A Midsummer Night's Dream, by Shakespeare !!Wolf Playlist!!(( All images are copyright original artists. All song lyrics are copyright original artists. herp derp. )) .00
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:07 pm
[adult] [Anthro Savhir!]
Pronunciation: Sav-hEEr
Origin/Meaning: N/A (Created by original owner)
Nickname(s): N/A
Gender: Male
Age: Adult, between five and six years
Build: Slightly stocky, tough build, thickly muscled. A big wolf, especially when he gets his hackles to flaring.
Voice: A deep, rumbling voice that is either tipped with sarcasm or swept up in a growl. Surprisingly warm when need be, however.
Pack: Reign of Terror
Rank: Beta
Mate: Ulfhildr
Offspring: Balark, Rashish • Vigdis, Nakita, Sudhir, Narangi, Ciarán, and Verdigris
Personality
Savhir comes off as a ruthless, easily heckled, rather brutal beast; a hunter, one honed for the kill with little tolerance for anything beyond his own set of rules, with a sneering attitude and a distaste for weaknesses of any kind. While he can pull off some very clever, if not hateful, speeches, Savhir would rather regard his fangs when in competition, and though he doesn’t necessarily search for a fight he oftentimes welcomes one. He’s very clever, a natural tactician who knows just the right strategy to pull off any hunt or heist without question or hiccup, but sometimes he can get a little over his head; overestimating his own strength is a common problem, and can lead to small injuries or embarrassment that he absolutely cannot forgive. His outlook on life is black or white - enemy or friend - meal or not - and thus he doesn’t allow much wiggle room for those he may happen to pick up as companions. He isn’t one for trusting, though it has happened before…
While Savhir isn’t one to let his true emotions show, he does happen to have them. His dangerous attitude can me tempered down a little by strong, independent personalities, so long as they don’t challenge his way of life, and he does have a particular like for the ladies; wooing a girl is like a new form of the hunt, after all, and he rather likes the prize at the end. While he won’t hesitate to snap at the neck of a challenging wolf he understands the immaturity of puppies, and actually rather likes their sense of innocence, though rarely will a female let their little ones trail too close to him. He has played with the delicate idea of having a family, and actually has attempted it, but somewhere along the lines tragedy struck; now he wanders alone, back to his bachelor ways with all fangs drawn. Dangerously clever, surprisingly passionate, and always on the alert, it is surprising how much still catches Savhir off-guard.
Rp Posting Colour: firebrick
Obtained: Forbidden Filly and Lesotho’s Rehoming Event - Thank You!
RP Log:
A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Savhir and Ulfhildr [FIN]
Somewhere He Shouldn't Be... - Kailani, Savhir, and Sudhir [FIN]
A Gathering of Terror (Pack Meet) - RoT Pack Members [IN PROGRESS]
Something Something... - Ulfhildr, Savhir, Geri, and Freki [IN PROGRESS]
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There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around
They don't know they're dead to me cause intent never makes a sound
All along they found I strangled lovers who've learned from slower hands
With these eleven minutes I could teach you what I am
Reclusion, by Anberlin
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:28 pm
 [old cert] [adult] [teen] [pup]Pronunciation: Tee-YAH-nuh Origin/Meaning: N/A Nickname(s): None yet Gender: Female Age: Young, roughly two years or so Build: Average height, fairly slim and leggy. Proud of her soft coat and rather small paws. Voice: Light and young, but a little snide with a tendancy towards whining. Depending on mood, it can also be enchanting and sweet - borderline innocent, even. Pack: - - Rank: Gamma Mate: - - Offspring: - - Personality
Tiyana is a relatively young wolf, just old enough to bear an adult’s body but still possessed of a girlish, almost immature attitude. Definitely not to be confused with a childlike state of mind in any way, whatsoever, because what Tiyana knows about her gender is a strong pushing force in who she is; a dogged, war-like flirt, with a lordly personality that oftentimes gets her into the most confounding of situations. Sure, she can be friendly enough if the situation calls for it - in fact, she can be quite charming, if she stands to gain anything from the encounter. She’s clever, but very self-absorbed, and charming, but quite fanatical, and so borderline narcissistic that more than often she chooses to wander on her own versus suffering dry company. She also tends to fall into obsession quite fast, whether it’s with travel, old memories, BOYS, or even something as mundane as a particularly shiny rock - she rather likes the pretty things, though she quickly loses interest the moment she finds something new and more exciting.
What truly drives Tiyana’s habit of loneliness, besides her rather sour attitude, is her incredible lust for adventure. Almost stronger, if not on par with, her growing fancies for the males of her species, there have been many moments when she’s grown bored of her surroundings and struck out on her own. The Tiyana when on her own is a completely different animal from the one she parades as when she knows eyes are watching, as thoughts and memories often keep her quite preoccupied. She has many questions about her past, her family, and especially her father, though she would never share such concerns with anyone else. Despite all her social negatives and crazy obsessions, Tiyana’s actually quite a gentle soul - not that she’d win a Peace Prize. Underneath all the dirt and grime of her fair face and condescending tones lies an insecure little girl who feels she must be loved or she'll fade into uselessness. She craves attention and company, but chases both away with the belief that no such thing could be permanent. The fear is an old scar from her youth, remnants of a troubled past and a more than disfunctional family, and though she tries she just can't seem to escape its paralyzing hold.
Rp Posting Colour: maroon Obtained: Forbidden Filly and Lesotho’s Rehoming Event - Thank You! RP Log: Distressed Little Damsel - Tiyana and Adonai [FIN] Snowbound - Tiyana and Adonai [LOG] An Unexpected Fondness - Tiyana and Adonai [LOG] The Damsel Takes Her Leave - [SRP] ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
And if the timing is right to sneak off into the night,
I'll let myself be taken just for the thrill -
And if I'm given the chance to be a doll in his hands
I will be sure we shake the mountains while we dance!
The Boys Are Too Refined, by The Hush Sound
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 2:04 pm
 [adult]Pronunciation: hYOO-shEEd-hey Origin/Meaning: An offshoot of a Basilican name (see Memories of Earth, by Orson Scott Card) ; Quietly, in soft tones (Hush) Nickname(s): Hush Gender: Male Age: Roughly three Build: A well-bodied, if not somewhat skinny, fellow. Grand endurance, with a strong heart and good lungs. Voice: Hush has two voices, essentially. His speaking voice is often very low, almost a whisper, and he has a habit of stuttering when surprised or under stress. When he sings, however, his voice is transformed into a gentle tenor lilt; soft or powerful, alluring or warning, he uses his voice as any expert musician would use their instrument. Pack: Sanctity Pack Rank: Gamma Mate: - - Offspring: - - Personality
Hushidhe is a rather passive, gentle soul, marked for his incredible kindness and meekness when faced with others of his kind. He doesn’t speak much beyond a soft whisper, but enjoys the art of song so much that when he does raise his voice, it’s always musical. He means well to whomever he may meet, but is a little too trusting and often takes someone’s word to be the truth. He’s incredibly loyal, if not always forward, and has a habit of following a bit too close for many wolves’ comfort; he has no sense of personal space.
History:
-The true meaning of home had long since become a fable and a dream for Hushidhe before his chance meeting with a wolf called Kalani. There was, of course, a family life when he was a young one, but it certainly wasn’t the lasting kind; through some disaster which Hush is reluctant to recall, they were killed and he was thrust into the world utterly on his own. At first he was an absolute failure at survival, much too timid to harm any prey animal despite impending hunger, but situation called for sense – he learned the necessity of sacrifice to continue life, and found refuge in an old story he had once heard. What he knew was that a goddess, imprisoned in the moon, understood his sufferings, and would see him safe if his purpose meant it, and to her he would spend the night singing his fullest. He knew few of the chants and hymns, but trusted that the history of the song wasn’t as important as the true feelings he subjected with his voice. The day he met Kalani was the very moment he came to understand his songs had been answered and a home had been found.
UPDATE:
After seeing the pack he had grown to love shatter under the stress of a fulfilled prophecy, Hushidhe's personality has turned dark and uncertain. He is currently wandering aimlessly, following a family pack from Sanctity but never approaching, trying to find the lost music in his life and failing miserably. Yep, miserable pretty much sums him up right about now.
Rp Posting Colour: Peru Obtained: Sanctity Pack RP ContestRP Log: Nature's Graces, Learning New faces - Hushidhe and Brook [IN PROGRESS???] [Ceremony] Remember the Name [All!] - Sanctity Pack Members [FIN] Displaced, But Not Alone - Hushidhe and Sindre [IN PROGRESS] Images:Cert ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
I can finally see that you're right there beside me
I am not my own, for I have been renewed.
Please, don't let me go -
I desperately need you.
Meteor Shower, by Owl City┗━━━━━━━━━┛ .03
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 7:49 pm
Pronunciation: sOOd-heer Origin/Meaning: Hindi for 'calm,' Sanskrit for 'tranquil,' 'intelligent.' Nickname(s): Gender: Male Age: Pup Build: A sort of lean little creature, long-legged and big-pawed; destined to be big, like his father. Voice: He has a young, but often irritated, voice, a bit deep and rumbly for a pup. Occasionally it squeaks, however, which embarasses him beyond comparison. Pack: Planned to be in Reign of Terror~ Rank: Pup Parents: Ulfhildr X Savhir Siblings: Vigdis, Nakita, Narangi, Ciarán, and VerdigrisMate: - - Offspring: - - Personality
As far as Sudhir is concerned, the world is a very beautiful place; the ones who inhabit it are the ones who dirty it, mess it up, and make it ugly. In some ways he wishes to emulate his father, trying to put on the face of a self-confident wolf who has the situation under his control, but he isn’t stupid enough to think he can handle all things. He inherited his father’s ego, however, and just like Savhir he oftentimes finds himself in situations he cannot handle; he hates asking for help, but knows when he’s in over his head. He can come off as being very shrewd and unfriendly, and often puts up a barrier of rudeness and silence when he meets new faces, but once befriended he’s very loyal - for what is life without loyalty? All he asks for in return is the same kind of respect he gives out, and perhaps a posse to back him up from time to time.
Sudhir’s sense of respect and dominance are strong, but he also has a tendancy to want to protect those his father would shun; instead of being disgusted by the weak, he feels he’s a hero in search of someone to rescue. Perhaps that is why he spends so much time following his brother Narangi around - Narangi’s wild antics are bound to put him in some sort of danger, anyways, which gives Sudhir the opportunity to practice leadership as he’s always wanted to. Sudhir may be a stubborn, sober little creature, but at least he can claim to having his heart in the right place.
Rp Posting Colour: #D44942 Obtained: Breeding raffle! RP Log: Somewhere He Shouldn't Be... - Kailani, Savhir, and Sudhir [FIN] Too Far From Home - Novacaine, Narangi, and Sudhir [IN PROGRESS] ┏━━━━━━━━━┓ Bones, sinking like stones,
All that we fall for -
And homes, places we've grown,
All of these are done for.
Beautiful World (Don't Panic), by Coldplay┗━━━━━━━━━┛ .04
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 12:30 pm
 [pup banner][pup][teen][adult]Pronunciation: KER-noo-nohs Origin/Meaning: Celtic God of nature, forests, and the hunt; literally 'the Great Horned One." Nickname(s): Cern Gender: Male Age: One year Build: Slender, but not small. Built for agility and speed, he's lighter than the average male but still not a pushover. Voice: A very fair, gentle sort of voice, that isn't very deep or threatening but still asks for respect. His voice grows higher when he's nervous or frustrated, and can be quite deep if he feels he must be menacing. Pack: Draug Faroth Rank: Gamma Parents: Kalina X Cocidius Siblings: Gaia and AthenaMate: - - Offspring: - - Personality
Cernunnos is, for the most part, a very calm little puppy. Or at least, that’s what he’ll try to claim; while he does enjoy sitting quietly and taking in the world around him, he’s quite easy to excite. Inside his chest beats the heart of a guardian, though perhaps he’s not completely aware of it yet, and more often than not he feels the urge to jump between danger and whatever he feels needs his help. He can be this way with his family, especially his sisters, or with his forest home, which he feels must always be protected from the nefarious paws of plant-smooshers, and while he knows the differences between predator and prey he feels some sort of connection with all animals. Whether they are wolf or deer, badger or butterfly, he wants to befriend them, protect them, and learn why they do such strange things! His curiosity is off the charts and he is hungry to learn about the world around him, but respect for his parents and the rules of safety keep hold of his errant wanderings; though sometimes, if not specifically told to stay nearby, he may strike off on his own. He’s a bit tricky in the way he is so specific, and knows just how to find loopholes.
Though Cern is a bit softspoken, there’s nothing about this fellow that is shy. He’s completely adamant about the necessities of playtime, though can be as deadly serious as a thunderstorm, and when comfortable in a group he may try to spin some riddles; just to keep everyone on their toes, of course. There’s a trickster inside that green pelt, though he makes it a point to never be cruel with his jokes; he’s too gentle to want to hurt feelings.
Rp Posting Colour: #3D8E33 Obtained: Given by junglerunner and Kouseki - Much thanks and loves! <3 RP Log: Something New and Exciting - Kalina, Cocidius, Athena, Gaia, Cernunnos [IN PROGRESS] [Contest] The Pups' First Hunt - Aineislis, Draug Faroth Pups Subtleties of Manners and Birdwatching - Cernunnos and Aduial [LOG] ┏━━━━━━━━━┓ I’m everything and I am everything,
I know it all, don’t know a thing -
I am changing, still the same.
I’m every colour, I'm every colour - I am evergreen.
Evergreen, by Backstreet Boys┗━━━━━━━━━┛ .05
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 9:11 pm
 [adult]
Pronunciation: mo -SHEH
Origin/Meaning: Hebrew, for ‘drawn out (of the water).’
Nickname(s): N/A
Gender: Male
Age: Two years
Build: Big-boned and solid, and more than just a little thick-furred, some might mistake his bulky muscles for huskiness. He isn’t fat, however - just a gentle giant.
Voice: A very soft, low voice, deep and somewhat rumbling. More than capable of becoming thunderclaps and warcries, however, should the need to intimidate arise.
Pack: N/A
Rank: beta
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Personality:
Moshe doesn’t talk much. When it comes to encounters with this mammoth plum wolf, one could easily mistake his solemn, reserved personality as being a form of intimidation; he seems apathetic and disinterested when spoken to, and though far from mute, he chooses only the most influential words possible in what could be seen as an intent to end conversations quickly. In truth, his indifference is a cover-up for an odd sort of shyness - though he has bravery and strength to spare, the idea of making short talk terrifies him. New faces leave him tongue-tied and unwilling to speak, should he accidentally scare or offend, but if one is willing to look past his somewhat stony exterior, they’ll soon find the gentlest soul alive; he’s hesitant, but kind, and will give himself body and soul to those he loves. The need to seek out and defend is in his blood, and he’ll gladly take time out of his traveling to help a wolf in need, though afterwards he’ll most likely lope off into the distance when it seems the situation has been handled. Those who want to get to know the big wolf will have to have a penchant for following him about until he opens up.
Despite the fact that he is careful where he walks (should he accidentally disturb a mouse nest) and what he says (should a negative comment accidentally slip free), Moshe is still the son of a fighting bloodline. Born, bred, and trained in the cold north, he can be a vicious warrior with blood on his fangs and death on his mind - a darkness that he forces himself to forget so that he doesn’t live in constant regret. Easy come, easy go, he believes - though he'd like to find something permanent every once in a while.
RP Posting Colour: #8B3A62
Obtained: Double Trouble Raffle Event
RP Log:
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I am the white dove for a soldier, ever marching as to war,
I would give my life to save you, I stand guarding at your door,
I give you all that I am.
And I’ll breathe so you'll breathe, let me stand so you’ll stand
With all that I am.
All That I Am, by Rob Thomas
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 10:20 am
 [pup] [teen] [adult]Pronunciation: EE-zo-bell Origin/Meaning: Hebrew; 'God's promise', or 'God is my oath.' Nickname(s): Izzy (to those close to her) Gender: Female Age: Pup Build: Not a very large pup, though not necessarily petite, either. A slender body with soft, silky fur, like her father, just waiting to temper out with lean, thin muscle. Voice: Smooth, light, youthful and sweet; not a high voice, but one that seems to ask for grace at all times. Pack: Antianeira Rank: Pup Parents: Iosef X SeraphinSiblings: Najara (sister), Perdicas (brother), Romir (brother), ChimeraMate: - - Offspring: - - Personality
Isobel is somewhat conflicted for being so young. Being brought up in a warrior pack has made it quite clear what is expected from her; she must be strong and noble, humble yet fierce, a powerful female without fear while exuding courage. She understands the severity of the cause she has been born to follow, and wholeheartedly throws her best into her training, more than willing to prove herself worthy and honourable to her family and her Queen. Though she’ll remain quite humble about it, she more than excells at whatever training may be put in her path and is beyond willing to push herself to the limits, determined to become the strongest she can be. It isn’t in her personality to fail or to give up, and she can be quite harsh on herself if she can’t understand an order immediately, though she doesn’t seem to put the same expectations on others. She’s a somewhat softspoken, determined little creature, whose family ties are so strong that while she knows her actions are meant for the good of the pack as a whole, her main goal is to make them proud. Her deep fondness for her siblings and her unerring love for her parents has solidified the idea of never failing, but there is a cost to her selflessness.
While Isobel is a potential great, there is a small part of her that wonders if that is exactly what she wants to be. There is a part of her that wants to push away from the life planned for her by her pack, a strong desire that she can only just restrain with the solid belief that she must bring her family honour. Sometimes she wishes she could be something else, anything else, so long as it’s what she wants to be! Perhaps a storyteller, or a traveller, or even a nanny like her mother…
But for now, she knows what she must be.
Rp Posting Colour: Teal Obtained: Given by fenshae 'n She-Ra! RP Log: Brotherly Love - Isobel and Chimera [FIN] ┏━━━━━━━━━┓ So what if it hurts me? So what if it breaks me down?
So what if the world just throws me off the edge, my feet run out of ground?
I gotta find my place! I gotta hear my sound!
Don't care about all the pain in front of me, I'm just trying to be happy
Happy, by Leona Lewis┗━━━━━━━━━┛
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 1:03 pm
 [pup][teen]Pronunciation: Yah-kohn-ay Origin/Meaning: Inuit; Red Aurora Nickname(s): N/A Gender: Female Age: Teen Build: Thin, small body built for grace and silence, giving a dainty and slight appearance that hides an uncanny strength. Voice: Soft, somewhat whimsical, as though she’s always speaking of a far-off place or something she isn’t quite sure is real. Never very loud. Pack: Tomkin Rank: Youth Parents: Aguta X MakutuSiblings: Mahuika, Whetu, Aglakti • Nukilik, Aysel (half siblings) Mate: - - Offspring: - - Personality
Yakone is a bit of an odd puppy - not in the most obvious of ways, though not quite subtle, a little bit of an enigma who prefers to keep her thoughts and ideas open for public observation. Her interpretations of the world can be almost poetic, though always very frank and to the point, and she finds it very easy to see the new, the dangerous, and the attractive in her everyday life, though sometimes explaining what she sees and understands to others may be a little… difficult. She can be superstitious, though not necessarily afraid, of the world around her, and often can be found sitting at the mouths of various caves with her head tilted to the side, listening, just listening, for the voices of those departed - she is absolutely certain that lost souls gather in echoes, though she doesn’t know how to prove it just yet. In all, she’s a dreamy-eyed, passive girl who can be rather sweet, if not a bit off.
Don’t let her sleepy appearance fool you, however; despite not seeming to really see her surroundings, Yakone is horribly particular about knowing ever detail about the world around her and those who inhabit it. Highly observant and more than a capable sneak, she has it in her mind that one day she’ll be a very clever little spy indeed if she starts her training now. She also tends to veer toward self-seeking and more than willing to play the good girl if it means getting what she wants. She doesn't mean to be condescending or rude, she just can't tell the difference between beguiling and asking nicely.
More information will come as she grows!
Rp Posting Colour: #3d5674 ? Obtained: Given by junglerunner and Daeril-Sama!! RP Log: Sister, Thou Art Strange - Yakone and Mahuika [IN PROGRESS] ┏━━━━━━━━━┓ Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
down a hollow in a cavern where the sun has never shown -
like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,
or the ripples from a pebble someone throws into a stream...
When you knew that it was over, were you suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair?
Windmills of Your Mind, All Angels Version┗━━━━━━━━━┛
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 12:43 am
 [pup]Pronunciation: Soh-ren Origin/Meaning: Danish; Apart Nickname(s): N/A Gender: Male Age: Pup Build: He is a bit bigger than your average puppy, and will grow to be a large adult someday, but he carries himself so unassumingly that others hardly notice. Voice: Grumbly, and completely void of any emotion; he speaks with calculation and disinterest. Pack: The Brotherhood Rank: Youth Parents: Unknown father, dead mother Siblings: LlikmehtMate: - - Offspring: - - Personality
(BHood Contest Entry)
Soren is calm, and he is quiet. He is of the unassuming sort who never raises his voice or draws attention to himself, and hardly ever would anyone expect him to do anything out of line; he is an agreeable pup, honest and loyal to whatever words might be directed toward him, and is far from the mindset of going against the orders of his betters. If anyone had the mind to they might even call him good, if they happened to be watching his actions from an emotional distance. From there, they’d hardly ever see that anything was missing. They’d never notice that everything he does is with a cold shrewdness and a deadpan attitude, as though nothing really matters and nothing ever will; because, to him, that’s the truth.
On the night he lost his mother and sister, something within the little pup broke. Some strand of sanity, or perhaps the delicate fibres that once made a very clever mind, found themselves presented with an impossibility; to remain intact, and suffer for it, or fray into a blissful sort of apathy. He could scream and bite the paw that destroyed his family, or shut himself away where he’d be safe from feeling the shame that came with devouring them.
Soren dined well that night, and very promptly, forgot the whole affair had even happened.
He might feign niceties, and might be the perfect little sidekick, but it’s hard to be fooled when faced by a child with eyes like ice. But he doesn’t care - he just doesn’t care. Emotions aren’t anything he really wants to bother with, and honestly, arguing takes up too much energy that would be better put towards something else, something more productive. And since the Brotherhood is the only thing he has a working memory of, he figures he might as well play along.
There is, however, a small, nagging feeling he occasionally gets, when his mind is allowed to wander. He knows a normal wolf would laugh when amused or snarl when angered. He knows what normal is, and is well aware that he doesn’t exactly meet those qualifications, but for all his smarts and clever tendencies he can’t understand what he’s feeling! And that brings along the only true emotions he’s ever felt - something of frustration, almost like desperation, a little anxiety - and feeling this, actually feeling this, is bound to drive him mad. It is the sweetest, most painful thing he knows, and like an addict, he will search out any way he needs to get his fix.
What DOES He Remember From That Night? How's He Feel About That?
“What’s gone is gone, and I do not give a damn.”
Of the night when Rorret came, Soren remembers nothing. Oh, he’s had the scene played out to him before by various creatures, be they brother or packmate, but within the sordid, dark edges of his mind he cannot pull even the slightest detail out of what was probably a traumatic slaying. Not a whisper, not a sound, not even the taste of his own flesh and blood slipping down his throat - and while he remains objective to the act of devouring wolf, he does wonder a bit. Not too much, he hardly cares enough to go into any sort of detail, but still… the remnants of an old feeling have left him wondering exactly who he had been before the incident, if only for the curiosity it might quell. He isn’t bothered by what he doesn’t remember, rather, by what he still feels.
Be it noted that Soren knows all the mechanics of his mother’s and sister’s death. Enough inquiries to the right wolves have made it very clear how Rorret took them in what must have been a messy and loud event, and as he ages, he decides that the only way to be rid of leftover emotions is to reenact their slaying - blow for blow. A crushed paw here, an open throat there… it is a sweet release that they have granted him, even if it only lasts for as long as his victims do.
Plots for His Future?
Soren will seek out relief through wonderfully bloody rituals, trying to find some way of evoking long-lost emotions - just to feel something, anything, he will be willing to take a life. Doesn't matter whose. Eventually his killing will elevate to a ridiculous level in order for him to be ‘normal,’ which could, in turn, open doors for him to become a very violent, very efficient weapon for the Brotherhood. Sure, it’s slowly tearing him apart - but he don’t care none.
I would like for him to come across a victim that, for whatever reasons, he just cannot force himself to kill. That would bring about confusion, and anger, and such a rush of other emotions that it might literally cause him to shut down. Whether or not he recovers from this and becomes a fully-functioning member of society is yet to be determined, as is his relationship to said victim. Also... I was thinking that he'd have a love/hate sort of feeling toward Rorret, whenever he did feel anything - simply because Rorret made him what he is, and he isn't sure if that's good or bad.
Other than that, he’s perfectly content following along with whatever plan the Brotherhood might have for him.
Rp Posting Colour: #3d5674 Obtained: Brotherhood Contest RP Log: Baptism By Fire (Theft) - Soren is brought into the fold in an incident of blood and forgetting. Soren. Llikmeht, Rorret, Jasper. [FIN]Much to Learn - A brazen little fox lays down the laws of the Brotherhood. Does Soren really understand? Soren, Llikmeht, Jasper. [IN PROGRESS]Becoming A Brother - Time spent between brothers is time not wasted. Soren and Llikmeht. [IN PROGRESS]Tell Me A Story - The pack storyteller weaves a tale of lore. ORP. [IN PROGRESS?]The Patience to Learn - The Warmaster sets out to find the extent of Soren's abilities. Soren and Arkadios. [FIN]The Skill to Survive - Lessons through doing are those best learnt. Soren and Arkadios. [FIN]┏━━━━━━━━━┓ “I got no means to show identification
I got no papers show you what I am.
You'll have to take me just the way that you find me
What's gone is gone and I do not give a damn.
Strange is your language and I have no decoder;
Why don't you make your intentions clear?
With eyes to the sun and your mouth to the soda
Saying, "Tell me the truth, you got nothing to fear.”
I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything
-anything at allI Don't Remember, by Peter Gabriel┗━━━━━━━━━┛
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 9:17 pm
 [pup]Pronunciation: Ah-more Origin/Meaning: Latin/Spanish/French/Italian; Love Nickname(s): Gender: Male Age: Pup Build: A somewhat little fellow who carries himself with pride despite his early birth. He's inherited the soft fur of both parents and tends to be quite graceful, despite silly-sized paws. Voice: Boisterous and loud, yet very friendly and filled with youthful interest in everything. Pack: fillinlater Rank: Youth Parents: Tiyana X AdonaiSiblings: (sister), deceased sister Mate: - - Offspring: - - Personality
Coming Soon!
Rp Posting Colour: tomato
Obtained: Breeding Raffle July 2011
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“Isn't it enough, isn't it enough just to be wild and free?
Caught up in the rough, caught up in the rush of life,
staring at me
You think you're in love, boy
but you don't even know what love is -
You think you're in love, girl?
Well honey, let me show you where your heart is!
Lover Boy, by Mika
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 6:46 pm
 PupPronunciation: Ny-kEE Origin/Meaning: Greek; the winged goddess of victory and charioteer to Zeus Nickname(s): Gender: Female Age: Pup Build: Being the runt of the litter, she is smaller and a little more frail than her more boisterous siblings. However, she's found an advantage to being light and swift. Voice: Light, but forceful, giving no room for argument once her mind's been made. Pack: Acropolis Rank: Youth Parents: Tisiphone X HephaestusSiblings: Megaera, Andromeda, Zeus, and AbraxasMate: - - Offspring: - - Personality
There can be no greater exctacy than that felt during the throes of success. That, although the challenges were brutal, and the concequences dire, one had pulled through and come out on top - victorious - resplendant in the win. Though she was born the runt, small and weak in comparison to her larger and more robust siblings, Nike has been driven by the need to succeed since that first moment when she felt the wiggle of bodies searching for mother's milk; she had to be clever to get what she wanted and what she needed, since it was obvious she would never be physically strong. In a way her limitations became her gifts, as every step she made had to be carefully planned in order to avoid failure, which she could only regard as the worst possible thing ever. There could be nothing but victory, and every defeat was crushing, to the point of being nearly painful - and each little failure would drive the pup to throw massive tantrums, normally followed by bouts of depression and self-loathing. She would not allow herself to fail at anything, no matter the lengths it took to succeed.
It is a fear of defeat that holds her back and forces her young brain to twist about all outcomes of a situation, so that if the balance of win versus lose happened to be at an imbalance she could choose to sit out or rush in with confidence. She only chooses the most opportune moments to act, and in doing so is usually able to control a situation to her liking. It is almost like predicting the future, the way she viciously scrutinizes everything around her, and sometimes she can grow a bit pigheaded when she happens to be right. Though she is generally a kind sort who enjoys seeing everyone win, she can become a bit of a braggart if it continues for too long. She unconsciously enjoys manipulating others as though life was one big game of chess, and she the master.
Nike likes to align herself with wolves stronger than herself, and is very symbiotic in that she helps those who help her. Scratch her back, and she'll make sure you never feel loss.
Or, she might just be more of an annoyance than anything. Happens to depend on how you view her overall impetuous personality. For now her ambitions are annoying and unattractive, but as she grows, she will learn how to deal with the obsession and perhaps mellow out a bit.
Rp Posting Colour: Saddlebrown
Obtained: Breeding Raffle February 2012
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“A certain measure of innocence willing to appear naive,
a certain degree of imagination, a measure of make-believe.
A certain degree of surrender to the forces of light and heat,
a shot of satisfaction in a willingness to risk defeat.
Celebrate the moment as it turns into one more,
another chance at victory - another chance to score.
One little victory,
the greatest act can be
one little victory.
One Little Victory, by Rush
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