Begins:: Now! Ends:: April 8th at 6pm PSTxxxxxEXTENDED:: April 16th @ 9pm PST. You may choose the Varsythe's Alliance and Class. They will be the Delta Rank. See HERE for Classes.
ᴠᴜʀғᴀɴɢ - ● These Varsythe worship the White Alpha, and mostly inhabit the southern area of the world. ● Vurfang are known for their loyalty to both Pack and blood, and they see themselves as more honor-bound entities than their counterparts. ● Fangs are master strategists, and they train based on their Class endlessly. In combat, they're neatly organized, and are elite at their chosen professions. ● Creativity for the gain of the individual is encouraged, but creativity for the gain of all in that unit is more prized. If it eases the tension and brings the pack together more, it is more valuable than loyalty.
ᴠɪʟᴇᴄʟᴀᴡ - ● The Vileclaw honor the Outcast Omega, and populate the northern regions of the world. ● Claws rely on their instincts to do what they have to in order to survive, and if that means they Pack-hop from time to time in order to find better mates or game, they do so. ● They're usually leaner and more cunning than their Southern neighbors, and while they're more fierce in battle, they aren't always completely organized, as training varies from Pack to Pack.
☽xP ʀ ᴏ ᴍ ᴘ ᴛ #1x☾ x x x x● You find yourself alone, in the Middle Ground between the Vileclaw lands to the North, and the Vurfang to the South. Thus far, you've been able to be on your own and avoid taking a side...but you knew that would only last so long. Where did you live before, and what made you avoid choosing an Alliance? Now that you're about to go out among the rest of the Varsythe in the world, which side will you pick? Do you ally with the Vurfang, or the Vileclaw? Whichever you decide, there will be upsides and consequences. x x x x● Be sure to show your Varsythe's personality, the way they think, and what drives them.
☽xP ʀ ᴏ ᴍ ᴘ ᴛ #2x☾ x x x x● Vileclaw Only You're out in the Erroxus Wastelands, searching frantically for game...it's been almost eight days since your last meal, and it was pitiful. You feel privation gnawing at your ribs, starvation is setting in, and you barely have the strength to move. Suddenly, another lone Vileclaw: an Alpha. He sees the sorry shape you're in, and offers to aid you in your hunt. Play both characters, describing their hunt. x x x x● Be sure to show your Varsythe's personality, the way they think, and what drives them.
☽xP ʀ ᴏ ᴍ ᴘ ᴛ #3x☾ x x x x● Vurfang Only You are out in the deep wilds of the Lunaris Forest, game is plenty, and water is abound. A shadow moves in the underbrush nearby, a friend or foe? You decide. A Sentinel on the prowl reveals themselves, and queries why so you wander, and offers you a spot at their Howl for the night seeing you are alone. Play both characters, and describe the experience of this offer. x x x x● Be sure to show your Varsythe's personality, the way they think, and what drives them.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2016 5:26 am
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✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxCharacter Plans ✖ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ :: Vagary has, over time, learned herself to be a bit quieter than other members of the pack might be. Her unusual personality seems to put some members of the pack to wary behavior, and she has been investigated by at least two operatives, that she knows of. She would bet a full belly and fresh litter there were times she was unaware of. Admittedly, one of those times was because the operative adressed her behavior specifically. After all... Talking to birds that aren't there as though they are another wolf, is rarely if ever seen. ✖ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ? :: Undecided yet, I'm still new and don't know much about the existing packs. It is an eventual possibility, given that may be the easiest way to get RP. ^-^
✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxRP Entry ✖ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ :: 2 ✖ ᴇɴᴛʀʏ :: The world was gray, for more reasons than she could count, today. The crow always riding her shoulders cawed in annoyance as she stumbled in her step and paused to steady herself. She felt the ground sway beneath her, as her eyes fogged beneath the great prey-skull she wore for armor, before the vision of the skull blurred into the memory she'd been running from for so long. "-KNOW those aren't your pups! They're wild, they shouldn't be here!" snarled the ruddy male, bulkier than many of the pack, and standing just under the alpha.
"THEY can't help that! Their mother's body was fresh nearby when I found them, and they're starving!"
"They're VILEFANG, Vagary! Present or not, their disappearance will bring a pack on us all!"
Things drew silent as the alpha finally stood on the rock, and muzzle rose, only one in a dare, regarding the puppies curled and whimpering under the mottled fae. "Alpha, they need us!" Her voice echoed in her own ears as she shook the memory away, the weather too dry for the tears to even wet her fur before they disappeared. "No... That's done and gone..." she muttered, glowering ahead through the waves of heat echoing off the wasteland. Her ears perked as that crow cawed incessantly at her, taunting the memory back into place as the road fell away to the images again.
"Beta is right, Vagary. They are a challenge to our safety. You will lead them away, back where you found them and further in that direction. Do not return before sunset without a kill for the pack, OR with the whelps, or we'll eat your little crow, instead." Vagary's jaw fell at the alpha's call, and she stared at him. He turned to dismiss the topic, returning to his cave with a swish of his tail, and that smug Beta rat smirked at her.
But the call was made, and there was nothing she could do. "If you wish, I could take them out for you Vagary... I know it was towards the wastes... It wouldn't be hard to-"
She saw him jerk as she snapped at his whiskers and bore her fangs at him, then bent to nudge the pups and get them moving. "The task is mine." she huffed. She'd felt as dizzy on that walk as she did now, but she'd had a plan.
The imagery faded, as she saw some motion in the tall, sparse grasses ahead. She paused and perked her ears, raising her muzzle to the wind to catch the scent. It smelled like rabbit; a fat one, too, if she knew anything. Gingerly, she laid down the half-mummified beast she carried with her and bent low, but the thing was gone before she'd gotten close enough to see those tall ears standing with the grass. Her hunger had betrayed her... again.
She turned and walked back to her personal prize, pondering it for a moment. The memories invaded her sight again.
After feeding the whelps for a weeks, Vagary began to suspect she'd been found out. She went on walks more often and her scent was always tinged with some kind of scat, as though she was hiding what she did on her walks; that would only go unnoticed for so long. Confirmation came when she was bringing back a skinny rabbit - her own breath smelling of mice - to the little hollow she'd been caring for those pups in, and from it wafted the scent of fear, and of Alpha. She whimpered and hurried ahead, to see his sharp eye glaring back at her. "Alpha, I-"
Vagary's heart snapped, as the burly brute turned and promptly ended the first of the pair huddled in the hollow, and she gave a strangled whine as the pitiful squeal of the second joined him. Her eyes were still wet when he turned his bloodied muzzle on her, and she retreated as he approached, only half aware of the rabbit in her jaws. The crow lept into the air and sparked her into flight as the alpha dove for her.
She skidded to a halt as she realized the ghost of her alpha stood in front of her in the dusty wasteland, and collapsed against the cracked earth, as the brute glared at her. The trails of memory faded from his form as she blinked up at him; he looked nothing like the monster that had chased her away, lean, but kempt and healthy, if annoyed... or possibly confused. She figured he must have been watching her pass through her memories for some time, now.
"... You're a fool, if you think THAT has any meat on it," he ground out, glaring at the rabbit corpse. "Can't imagine what would've left that behind when it was edible, though..." he muttered. She narrowed her eyes at him, and felt the crow hop up her shoulder to caw in her ear. He didn't flinch, didn't shift his eyes to it.
Vagary sniffed, pushing to her feet again and dipping her head. She recognized power, and this frame certainly had it; he was to be respected, surely. "This is a memory, not a meal... And the bird is a reminder."
His brow cocked for a moment, but he made no comment, only glanced about, as if hunting for something. his eyes rested on her again, and hung there. "You're alone, out here? No pack?" he spat. She knew she smelled vaguely of her old pack, still. No amount of dust could cover over the scent of the woods, or a failing figure used to decent meals.
She huffed, leaning to step around him and stumbling a little, ignoring his re-perked brow. "It's easier to run from what's behind you when you're alone."
"And it's easier to fight it off when it catches you in a group." Strange... he SMELLED like a 'claw. But, Vagary guessed everything did in this place. "What are you running from?" He tracked Vagary's motions as she passed by him, loping off towards the wasteland, again.
"A past. And one I don't want to repeat." She didn't stop, feeling her eyes puff with dry tears as the last image she'd cared to bring from home flashed over her mind again. The world jarred again, but there was a broad figure at her shoulder to steady her, one paw lifted under her chest until she could recover her stance and lean off him again, contemplating the persistent brute.
"You're about as good a hunter as a mole above ground," he growled out. Vagary narrowed her eyes at him, wondering if that was supposed to be a compliment. He watched her for a moment, then crossed in front of her and signalled with his tail to follow. Vagary just watched him with a tilted brow, then glanced up at the crow on her shoulder. The bird stared back silently. Eerily. When she'd had enough of that silent conversation, she looked up to the wolf, who'd stopped to wait for her, and slunk after him, watching him for some sign this was a trap. He loped ahead, and when she caught up to him, dizzy again, he'd begun digging a hole under a large rock, pushing sand out behind him as he worked. She watched for a moment, before he stopped, pushing his weight against the hole's basin to summon a tiny pool of water around his paw and stepped away, licking it. He tilted a brow when she eyed him. "It will be gone, if you just stare at me."
Vagary only lingered another moment, before prying her maw into the hole to lick at the shallow pool. The water was warm and gritty with sand and dust, but something about it was revitalizing, and she sucked at it until all she got was damp sand. When she came away, he hadn't left. Was he going to take up a position in only her mind, like the bird had seemed to do?
"Perhaps you remember how to hunt, now? You don't look like you've always been bad at it, so you must have earned your feed." Again, Vagary couldn't tell if that was an insult, so she gave only a nod, and then followed him away again, not bothering to wait for the invite, this time. He did glance back at her briefly. "Your 'memory' won't last long, if you take it on all your hunts." She didn't bother acknowledging the statement. What'd he know? It'd last long enough. His posture shifted and he stopped, dropping low to the ground as his attention flew forward again, and she followed suit. She could almost see him take notes when he glanced back at her, and her reaction to a simple signal seemed to make him happy enough, as she shifted around in a wide arc, reaching out her senses to pick up what they worked to pin.
The wiry rabbit was difficult to pin down, but it was Vagary that finally clipped its ears after dropping her 'memory' in a pounce, ending it with a snap and a simple yank. She heard an echo to it and turned to see the alpha land on a second rabbit, which must have fled when this one tried to dart for a seperate hole. She stepped up to the alpha and dropped her kill at his paws, an annoyed, defiant look on her muzzle. "I hunt just fine." she muttered, and turned to gather her memory, starting to lope off.
"Duly noted." He tilted a brow at the retreating fae. "And where are you going?" She glanced back at him like it didn't need explaining. "You're not under my pack, yet. That rabbit's yours. I suppose I could eat it if you don't want it..." He dropped his muzzle to the carcass and parted his jaws around it, poising an extra second or two before the rodent was snatched away by the ears, and he feigned surprised. Again, Vagary's mannerisms confused him, as she curled up and cradled the half-mummified rabbit before she set into ripping the newer one apart. He settled into his own, and they ate in silence, and he watched as the fae set to gingerly cleaning the 'memory' like a pup, once she'd finished even the cottoned tail of the fresh kill. He couldn't see her pensive eyes under that dark skull.
So when she spoke, it raised his brows again. "What would you do with a litter of motherless Vurfang pups on your lands?"
He stared at her for a moment, wondering if that somehow referenced the 'memory'. He shook his head. What do motherless pups have to do with a dried-out rabbit? "That depends, I suppose." He felt that weathered skull staring at him, and the gaze beneath it, as Vagary waited. "... on whether they'll be raised properly by the mutt taking responsibility." He spat the word a little and narrowed his eyes at her.
Vagary quietly cleaned the rabbit for a few more moments, before the alpha stood, growing bored. "My name is Sir Vagary." she murmured up at him, making him stall leaving again. He was quiet a moment, before inquiring about the 'sir'. "My previous alpha did not approve of puppies without permissions." ✖ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: 'Sir' is more of a surname, apparently provided by her previouus alpha to indicate she was not allowed to breed, even with a mate. The crow is also a feature that, apparently, only Vagary can see, some form of a manifestation of instincts, as opposed to an actual animal.
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✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxBasic Information ✖ ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ :: manga_artist303 ✖ ᴠᴀʀsʏᴛʜᴇ's ɴᴀᴍᴇ :: Mot ✖ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ :: Male ✖ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ :: Vileclaw ✖ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ :: Pensive ✖ ᴄʟᴀss :: Solitary (may change it to Hunter or Tracker)
✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxCharacter Plans ✖ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ :: A thoughtful Varsythe who spends most of his time thinking and hunting. He has a hard time communicating - not out of a lack of desire but out of a lack of practice. He tries to help those in need - even though most do not wish for his help. While he's used to being alone, he does not enjoy his solitude, and is willing to tolerate some strange and questionable characters in order to avoid returning to his lone wandering. The only thing stronger than his desire for companionship and acceptance is his will to survive. ✖ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ? :: Possibly; I would have to RP it out to see if he joined a pack or not.
Mot's hidden gaze rested on the enormous chasm to his left. To him, it was the maw of a large beast, silently goading him to leap down its throat. He dismissed the feeling, though, mentally waving it away. There was no point in tossing his life away. If it was true that he was cursed by the god who made him, he figured that even jumping into the Shattered Rift would save him from his life of suffering.
He sat as he surveyed his surroundings, weighing his options. The lands of the Vurfang were plentiful and beautiful, with kinder Varsythe... at least, in theory. The Vurfang pack he'd been born into had branded him as evil, a monster cursed by the White Alpha. His only friend since he was a pup was Carrion, the crow that currently circled the sky above his head. When another pack's Scout had inquired about the bird, a Beta had offhandedly mentioned that it had been with "the monster" since birth. Apparently Carrion was a bad omen or something to them, but Mot was always grateful for the crow's company. The bird always helped him find food, and with Carrion there, Mot was never truly alone.
Mot's gaze went to the half-finished two-legged bridge that had failed to bridge the gap of the Shattered Rift. It had been his shelter since the time he had fled his pack. No one came near the rift, so it had been the perfect place for a cursed Varsythe to live in solitude. He had to travel south to the river to get food, but even that part of the river was avoided by most; it had made a decent hunting ground for him. Occasionally a poor soul would collapse near the rift and Mot would carry them off to safety, but they usually ran off the instant they awoke. It brought a number of new nicknames to the usual cry of "monster": "corpse eater," "skull face," "beast," and "mongrel," as well as "ghost" or even claims that he was the Outcast Omega himself. He doubted that the Outcast Omega looked as miserable as him, but he couldn't say he'd seen the Vileclaw god before. Still, if the Outcast Omega had been treated the way Mot had, he couldn't really blame the Varsythe for wanting to leave the White Alpha's pack.
With that mentality, it would be easy to simply join the Vileclaw. They knew what it was like to be cast out, abandoned, left to roam desolate patches of earth in search of food and to be ostracized by those who were once their companions. And yet, Mot couldn't dislodge the fear that the Vileclaw would also reject him, that their hatred of the Vurfang would easily turn them against him should it be discovered. But could he go back to the Vurfang who had shunned him since his birth?
Carrion cawed and swooped away from him. Mot turned to watch it, eyes widening at the sight of the beautiful lands of the south. The spacious meadows, the lush forests, the rolling hills... full of life, full of opportunity. Could he truly leave it behind for the barren wastelands of the north?
The sounds of Carrion's return drew his gaze upwards. The sight of the black corpse eater with a hunk of meat in its claws looked so completely out of place against the rolling blues and greens of the land behind it that Mot found himself laughing. How ridiculous, he mused. How could he think he was leaving this behind when it was never his? Yes, he'd been born to Vurfang parents in a Vurfang pack, but he had never belonged to it. He'd lived in exile, away from the bickerings of Vurfangs and Vileclaws alike. The Vurfangs, for all of their loyalty, had abandoned him, and the Vileclaws might as well. But at least he wouldn't be called a monster, a Varsythe whose very existence was a curse and a sin.
Maybe, in the north, he would find a place to call his home.
After a quick meal with his winged partner, Mot climbed to his feet and turned away from the gorgeous greens of the Vurfang. It left a pang of sorrow, and yet his frame felt lighter as his paws carried him further into the barren browns of the north. Life would be hard here, but at least he would have hope - hope that he would find a place to truly belong.
✖ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: Has a tendency to talk in his sleep - or, more accurately, the Varsythe in his dreams. If another Varsythe talks to him when this happens, he may also converse with them. Apparently was given his name by a dream Varsythe; before that, he was simply called Monster or No Name/Nameless. Local Vurfang called him "Mot the Corpse Eater," portraying him as a monster who would even eat the flesh of other Varsythe if he was given the chance.
Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2016 4:32 pm
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✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxCharacter Plans ✖ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ :: Skull is strange. She sticks to herself and her ways, often hiding behind skulls of beasts she has taken down and sticking to the shadows. She doesn't speak much, and often when she is approached all she'll offer is odd head tilts and bird like twitches, but Skull isn't as frightening as most would perceive her to be. She's loyal if someone can see past her different ways, and protective of the weak.
Skull is hard to predict. Sometimes, she'll take an interest in a random character and approach, other times she'll skirt in the shadows and leap away when noticed. Her moods are often quiet, curious, or, very rarely, mischievous. It seems as if she isn't quite used to contact, but she tries. Everything is interesting to her, which means she has plenty of scars under her fur from leaping right into trouble. While she's a bit skittish when first introduced to someone, if you catch her interest she might follow you quite a bit.
She also has an odd way of showing affection. Words are forgotten and instead she'll bring prey or random bones as gifts. Again, she's a rather peculiar and sometimes creepy character, but she isn't nearly as scary as most think. If you just give her time you'll see she's just odd.
There is a theory her name was something different, which Skull abandoned for her new one. She hasn't confirmed or denied it, though. ✖ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ? :: Perhaps! She'd need RP to decide!
The forest always cooed and crooned, twittering about and causing Skull to leap at every loud shriek and call. Still, she liked it, often finding herself traveling without reason just to experience the wild green under her paws. Her tail flicked lazily behind her, sporadically leaping over tree roots and pouncing over patches of grass in a wild and playful dance. Sure, the silence was suffocating, but she couldn't let that stop her. No, no no no~! She had places to travel. Things to do! She wasn't exactly sure what those things were, sure, but...
"Pray tell me what you are doing."
Skull skidded to a stop, ears flicking against her head and body dropping flat against the ground, eyes wild behind her skull mask. The only movement that followed was her tail, flicking idly as she waited to spot who had interrupted her. A shadow flickered nearby, darting from the underbrush to another, causing Skull to skitter backwards, slamming into a tree behind her. She didn't dare move further, watching the shadow shift and shuffle before out came a silver wolf, crimson eyes peering inquisitively at the cringing female.
"That isn't quite an answer, young one." He sighed, tail flicking around his haunches as he seemed to eye the smaller wolf. Skull flicked an ear, slowly raising her body off the ground and raising a paw in a curious greeting. Her head, slowly, cocked to the side, a bird-like twitch of her tail following. He sighed lowly, again, observing her skull with mild interest before offering a dismissive shrug.
"Suit yourself. Night falls soon, and I've noticed you were alone. I was worried you were injured, however, I see that was a foolish assumption." He added, nodding towards her perfectly healthy form. Cocking his head to the side, his ears flicked, nose wrinkling slightly. "If I dare be rude, you smell.... interesting. Have you not.... bathed?"
Skull immediately snapped her head back, letting out an abrupt and amused snort. Of course she hadn't, silly boy! She had places to go! Didn't he know that? The male stared at the snickering wolf, letting out, yet again, another sigh.
"Not a talker, I suppose. It'd be pointless to ask your name, then." "Skull."
Her voice broke free, low and raspy, as if unused for years. Skull watched the bewilderment on the male, mimicking his flicked ears and widened eyes. "Pardon?" Came the response, and Skull offered no answer, instead tapping her tail against the ground in a curious tempo. He eyed her, flicking his gaze from her paws to her skull before nodding slowly.
"Skull, then. As I mentioned before, the sun is setting. You do not look very well fed. I have a place a few ways back, perhaps you'd like to rest there for the evening? Bathe, too?" What was with his harping on bathing, anyway? Still, food. Food sounded interesting. Her stomach even rumbled in response, causing a bemused smirk to touch the males face. Ah, she had been caught! Alas! Tilting her head to the other side, she nodded, deciding food overweighed her disinterest in this "bath" he kept speaking of.
"You'll come, then?" He chirped in surprise, immediately following it with a nod. "If you follow me we should be back by nightfall, unless you continue that ritual you were doing earlier. What was that, anyway?" Another curious gaze followed, to which he was rewarded with a slight shrug. Skull straightened her body, trotting up to the male (and choosing to ignore his inhale when her scent grew closer). Her tail briefly smacked his side as she let out a soft and playful whine, waiting for him to lead the way.
Of course, the male just had to eye her one last time with bafflement before offering his own shrug and padding forward.
✖ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: Skull will receive the crow found on her uncert shortly after this encounter! The chains she shall pick up as something she finds interesting, and the wrap will cover a long scar that will occur during the time she picks the crow up <3
✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxCharacter Plans ✖ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ :: He enjoys watching others writhe, seeing blood spilled and above all the feeling of small bones snapping beneath his fangs. He love the thrill of a hunt. Likes to see pain, though he has his moments that he tires of it all. Sometimes he gets bored with everything and switches to being...well. Nice.
He is a creature of nature, predictable if you've been around him long enough. Most who get to know him will notice that when he gets bored the male would tend to thump his tail three times before he snaps at you. Or that he tends to glare from his right side more than his left. Little things in his body language that makes him stand apart. Despite all his apparent flaws and rather cruel nature...Harbinger has one major completely out of left field joy.
Pups.
The male has this unwavering loyalty to a pup placed under his watch or training. Seeing their innate destructive urges unleashed on those around them. Even if its himself at times. He sees them as pure chaos, therefore their a endless source of entertainment. ✖ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ? :: Yes. Harbinger wants to join a rough and tumble pack, but he does request babysitting duty to encourage little hellions.
✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxRP Entry ✖ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ :: Prompt One ✖ ᴇɴᴛʀʏ :: Harbinger sat there looking over the two territories. He tilted his head one way, ear flickering before he looked to the other side. A thoughtful huff left him as he pondered. He'd done just fine on his own, narrow eyes glancing to the small kill under one paw as he glanced to the black bird on his shoulder. The closest thing he had to a friend. He looked back at the horizon.
"Hmm. What say you...Carrion?" his gruff voice barely made a echo in the area. His ears flickered in slight irritation. What was he not good enough for a echo? Forget you then. He watched as the black bird flew off his shoulder to circle the Vileclaws territory. It landed crying out to him. Harbinger sat there thinking about his start. Those wastelands where your prey would hide...you would seek. His favorite game as a pup. He recalled his pack, the free spirited psycho's they were. He recalled when his Alpha fell...the pack scattered. He was old enough to be on his own so he did so. He didn't really feel like picking a side at the start. He just...wanted to free.
He flickered his gaze to the black bird. Carrion was his constant companion since he spared eating it some years ago as a adolescent pup. He and the bird had an understanding. Carrion didn't peck his head and he wouldn't chomp on him for a midnight snack. Right now...the bird was about to be a snack if he kept bugging Harbinger. The wolf looked between the two sides. Should he go with the Orderly Sticks-In-The-Mud....or...with the Willful Psycho's?
Wait he blinked as he sat there once that thought sank in. He was raised by psycho's...heck he was a psycho...what the flying fur would he want to sit in the orderly side of things and act...he shuddered.
Sane.
Nope, he was going with the psycho's thank you very much. He rolled his eyes snapping at the feathered snack. "Alright, Alright. I got it you feathered gnat. We're going with the fun ones." With that the wolf took off for the Northern Lands. Carrion flying up to sit on his back...Harbinger started to plot how to thoroughly ruffle his passengers feathers down the road. ✖ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: Harbinger talks to Carrion as if he understands him. Most would find that sorta...well...mental. He'll hear "Carrion" reply in his head thus confirming that he's...insane to a small degree. Though, a thing I will stress is that he would never harm a Pup. I haven't fully explored why but that's up for RP to be discovered...
Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2016 3:32 pm
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✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxBasic Information ✖ ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ :: Duke Edward Drake ✖ ᴠᴀʀsʏᴛʜᴇ's ɴᴀᴍᴇ :: Paroxys & Anoxis ✖ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ :: Male ✖ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ :: Vileclaw ✖ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ :: Eerie ✖ ᴄʟᴀss :: Shaman
✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxCharacter Plans ✖ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ :: Paroxys has had a most interesting upbringing being the son of a shaman with no pack. He was taught many things by his mother who knew that he would also follow her footsteps when he grew, that he would be more powerful then she, and also that he would leave her at some point. Paroxys hit adulthood and decided that it was time to go adventuring and try out pack life. He will develop more confidence as time goes on but for now he seeks the stability of an omega’s influence and the support of an alpha. He does not want to live alone anymore its time to go on to something better, a family perhaps. His mother is proud of him and his decision and had given him his mask before he left with instructions that once he finds a likely mate to reveal his face to her or him. That way they get to know each other before they see what he looks like under there. Paroxys likes the creepy hidden ninja feel it gives him and so goes along with the ruse. His best friend Anoxis follows him everywhere either on his back or through the air, guide companion and advance guard the raven is privy to all of his secrets including what her master looks like under his mask. He has a deep bond with her and their trust is absolute. Paroxys truly enjoys his job of communing with the spirits and he also would like to volunteer with a healer to learn a few things about how they do things and how in compares to his practice. He is a curious wolf that will open up to gentle handling eventually, he will most likely run from violence unless its directed at his mate or his bird. ✖ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ? :: Yes
✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxRP Entry ✖ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ :: ☽x P ʀ ᴏ ᴍ ᴘ ᴛ #1x☾ x x x x● You find yourself alone, in the Middle Ground between the Vileclaw lands to the North, and the Vurfang to the South. Thus far, you've been able to be on your own and avoid taking a side...but you knew that would only last so long. Where did you live before, and what made you avoid choosing an Alliance? Now that you're about to go out among the rest of the Varsythe in the world, which side will you pick? Do you ally with the Vurfang, or the Vileclaw? Whichever you decide, there will be upsides and consequences. x x x x● Be sure to show your Varsythe's personality, the way they think, and what drives them.
✖ ᴇɴᴛʀʏ :: Paroxys tip toed through the long green grass flitting back and forth between the borders of the Vileclaw and the Vurfang. His mother had been born to a vileclaw pack but had disliked how things had been run from a young age so she had left and come back only to get pregnant by her best friend in the pack whom she still adored. His father still visited and Paroxys knows what he looked like, he had been a hunter delta and was one of the fittest wolves Paroxy’s had ever seen...not that he had seen too many of them. Now he faced his most difficult decision to date, follow the path that his mother had left behind or gamble on something that he didn’t trust to come out right. He sat on the ground in a huff as his winged friend came and settled onto her favorite perch..or attempted too but since he was sitting on his rump she could not land on his shoulder. Not one to be put off by a little difficulty she landed square on his broad head. He rolled his eyes up to meet hers. “Any progress oh thoughtful one?” She rasped at him. “No, did I look decided?” He asked testing her. “Well yes, come to think of it, I think you have known from the beginning which path you would choose, what is taking you so long to just do it?” “Yes, my heart knows what it wants, its my mind getting in the way.” “If you keep overthinking you will be sitting in this grass for all time. The seasons will come and go and you will be frozen here all winter thinking.” He grunted..the bird as usual was right and had read him like a book. He stood slowly and took that first step that would lead him to his destiny, a shudder passed through his grey frame. This was the right direction, he was convinced it was so. He placed another paw and then sped up the process until he was running full tilt toward the home of the shifty Vileclaw. He wanted rules sure, but he didn’t want to drown his spirit in them. The Vileclaw would be a better fit for him. He wanted to be happy wherever he was going, he wasn’t all that fond of change and didn’t want to be flip-flopping back and forth between the two sides so he would choose right the first time and that would be that. Anoxis had fallen off when he had started to put on steam but she just yapped indignantly at him and glided in the same direction, periodically flipping over and falling a short ways before turning right side up and flapping. He would be lost without her intelligent guidance. She was a bit chattery but she made up for his lack of talk. So that was okay in his book. He hoped that the Vileclaws would accept her because this was at its heart a two for one deal. Once he was settled in his pack he would return to his mother and describe everything to her. She would appreciate the company and the stories..and he still loved her. ✖ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: His mother may visit sometimes and his father may find him and try to join the pack which Paroxys will refuse..his father belongs with his own pack, his mother didn’t need him and neither does Paroxys.
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✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxCharacter Plans ✖ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ :: Zugai is a loner type that tends to prefer to be alone than in the company of other Varsythe, but he has a peculiar relationship with Kur, the crow. Though this may stem from his extended period of time as a solitary wolf. This however should not be mistaken for shyness or timidness. He is not one to take crap from others or listen to orders he thinks are stupid and he is not shy or tactful about voicing it either. Though he is not particularly aggressive and isn't one to start a physical fight, but doesn't shy away from one. But will become more submissive in a situation where is his majorly out powered or out numbered. He is intelligent and he uses intellect to survive in the harsh land over brute strength. Proof of this is his mutual relation ship with Kur, who helps spot and relay information to Zugai and in return gets a meal and protection. ✖ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ? :: I would like him to yes
✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxRP Entry ✖ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ :: 1 ✖ ᴇɴᴛʀʏ :: Zugai had taken up a position in the middle ground lands when he was still a young pup, freshly lost from his pack. The game here wasn't the best, but it was better than much in that in the lands north and posed less threat of encroaching on a pack's land in the more lush south. Yes he was just fine living here just him and Kur. Packs were too much a nuisance and he didn't much care for taking orders from others. Though he had really been evading picking sides based solely on his encounters with both Vurfang and Vileclaw he had had thus far. Vurfang tended to be more high and mighty as if just because they were loyal to the White Alpha they were more entitled than others, while showing a level of brotherhood, cooperation, and loyalty that even he had found slightly admirable. While the Vileclaw tended to be on a more down to earth, but violent and chaotic in action and personality, the type of Varsythe that would likely be the death of the sharp tongued Delta. But he hadn't picked a side for the sole reason that it was more a hassle than it was worth. He liked his way of life currently. Challenging and a fight just to survive but he had company in Kur and swift feet and keen nose. But soon he would discover indifference wasn't so suitable for survival.
Zugai moved swiftly through the trees along a long, narrow valley that he had learned elk passed through frequently. He made no sound as Kur circled silently above, beady eyes alert for signs of prey or dander. Kur cawed twice and Zugai stopped and crouched low in the brush, his nose flaring under his bone mask, taking in and identifying the scents around him. He could smell the elk not too far off. If he was lucky he could pick off a young or sick straggler. Then his ear swiveled and he turned his head in the direction of the smell that was quite worrisome. Kur's single sharp caw signal came from a distance up the clearing where the elk were coming from. Zugai cursed under his breath and rose to retreat but crouched back down as he heard the snap of a twig behind him. His lips curled into a snarl as he mentally cursed how he had missed the two he could now smell now. He carefuly and silently turned himself around in the sparse underbrush, to face the two Varsythe. He could now see them and though he was sure they were only Delta, his survival instincts told him that he couldn't take them on alone. The pair stopped and after a tense moment they spoke. "Hey! pack-less nobody get out of here. This is our hunt." Zugai rose and stared them down from the holes in his mask in silence for a moment. "You're hunt? This land is not your territory, you should just put your tails between your legs and slink back your own lands. Or did you greedily deplete your own territory?" His tone snide and sharp as he responded. The two growled in warning. "Watch your tongue or it will be your hide." The larger one snarled, clearly displeased with Zugai's implications and not threatened by him. Zugai quirked a brow and smirked beneath his mask. "Says the one that only feels strong and capable because he has a pack to back him up." He said callously. Both the Vurfang wolves snarled as Zugai's words struck a nerve. They snarled and lunged at him intent to show him that he was sorely mistaken. A series of piecing caws and a flurry of black feathers startled the two Deltas and in the brief moment they were trying to figure out what was going on, Zugai turned and took off at full speed. Kur cawed and shot off along side him. "Why you mongrel." One growled and bolted after Zugai, the other quick to follow suit. Zugai was if nothing else fleet footed and he tore off down the clearing right in the path of the elk herd and the rest of the two Delta's pack. If he did nothing else he was going to ruin this hunt for them. He barked and Kur gained altitude as the elk herd came into view. He grinned, though the sheer size and number of them were intimating. The elk heard and saw him charging right for them and instantly they began to flee in mass. other Varsythe emerged from the foliage pursuing the herd in hope to save the hunt. Zugai, no longer having his sights on his next meal dodged through the heard and continued to bolt out of herd and into the woods. He herd howls and then the sound of pursuing paws. his ears twitched and he could smell the four distinct smells of his pursuers. None of them the were the Delta's he had encountered earlier. "I suppose they intend to punish me for disrupting their hunt." He said to himself, feeling more thrilled than terrified though the odds were against him. Taking full advantage of the narrow animal paths he had come to know he fled northward. He supposed it was about time he left the limbo grounds and let his more chaotic nature take him to where he belonged. He was a survivor and he wasn't afraid of hardship. Zugai was swift, but one of his pursuers pulled ahead of the others and was gaining on him with each second. He had been running long enough he could feel his legs burning and he could smell the sulfur on the air drifting from Erroxus Wastlands. The trees were sparse as he now waded through tall dray grasses. He glanced back and he saw a large black wolf was gaining on him with speed surprising for one of his size. He cursed and he heard Kur's signals. He glaced around as his paws pounded the ground and chains rattling. The black wolf had stopped dead as if an invisible barrier halted his progress. The other three came up beside him. The commanding voice carried across the distance between them. "If the Vileclaw don't kill you first, i will if you set paw back here." Though his tongue lolled out as he panted, he could only laugh to himself. "If the Vileclaw don't kill me?" He laughed to himself as Kur swooped down and landed on his shoulder. "I am one now." He grinned and padded off into the wastelands, ready for the challenge of living in this harsh environment and plotting ways to further his chances of survival. Who knows? Maybe it will be fun. He thought. ✖ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: Zugai's only real goal is survival by any means necessary. Though he enjoys to stir up a good bit of trouble every now and then for some thrill and fun.
Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2016 11:52 pm
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✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxCharacter Plans ✖ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ :: Nell is a very clever Varsythe. She knows how to read those around her and change how she acts accordingly, making it hard for most to know what she is real like. She is a jill of all trades, knowing anything she might need to fill the role she is playing. She has learned to be very convincing, whether she needs to play a hurt damsel in distress or a vicious warrior. Only those she has allowed to get close knows the real woman and that's just how she likes it. She is also used to doing all she can to get her way, such as acting like a male, just so she can be taken seriously. Underneath, she has her warm moments, specially when it comes to those close to her, animals, and pups. ✖ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ? :: Yes
It had been a month since Darnell had struck out on her own, determined to find her own place in the world. She was tired of being looked down upon because she was just a girl, she needed a change. The grey colored Varsythe with rusty stripes wanted a fresh start, where no one knew who she was or what she was capable of. Her only companion was her trusty crow, Velia, who she had nursed back to health when she was just a pup. The bird was her eyes, when she needed an aerial view of the area they were in.
The pair of friends had headed west from the forest they had called home and started across the Erroxus Wastelands about two weeks ago. Darnell had not found food in a little more than a week and her stomach grumbled at her as she walked. She let out a low growl at her stomach, like she liked going without food for this long. A voice that sounded like her father popped into her head, sneering at her for thinking she could actually make it on her own. She could just see the smirk on his face if he could see the state his daughter was in. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, the delta took a shaky step forward, before she slumped to the ground. Could this be the end, was she doomed to die out here of starvation, not making a life for herself?
"Nell! Come on, you have to get up!"urged a voice as she forced her eyes to the sky. Just blocking out the rays of the sun, was a pitch black bird. Darnell managed a soft smile, it seemed that Velia had returned just in time to see her friend parish.
"Vel, I wish I could, but without food...I am useless. I don't think I can move another muscle, the lack of food is getting to me. You would be best finding a new traveling companion,"Nell told her friend. Velia was one of the few beings that got to see her more caring side.
"Nell, if you don't get up, you will become someone else's food. I saw a male Varsythe coming this way! Depending on how desperate he is..."she began, leaving the rest of the thought unfinished. That was just the motivation that Darnell needed, there was no way she would allow a male see her in such a state. With all the strength she could muster, she got to her feet, standing as proudly as she could. Her tail flicking back and forth, made the chains wrapped around her tail jingle a little. She had added the chains after she left to make herself look tougher and more intimidating.
"Thanks Vel, I owe you one,"the wolf smirked to the bird as the crow came to perch on her back. With ears perked forward, Darnell listened for the sounds of approaching footsteps. She reached behind herself and pulled the red cloth tight that was wrapped around her left hind leg. No, she was not injured, it was a baby blanket that had belonged to her sister who had been killed. The blue earrings she had in her left ear had also belonged to the deceased Varsythe, things she had to always have the other with her.
"Well, well well, what do we have here? Seems the birds have already started to descend on what they think is a prime meal,"came a masculine voice from the shadows. Darnell had not even heard the approach, having been so lost in her thoughts about her sister. A snarl escaped her muzzle and despite the protest of her body, she crouched down, ready to defend herself if she needed to. What did he mean about the birds...oh, he was referring to Velia, of course.
"Whoever you are, I could always send my bird to pluck out your eyes,"she warned, making sure to speak in a low voice, so he would not know she was a girl. That was also why she wore the bone mask upon her face, to hide her feminine features, in addition to it making her look terrifying. It was her reasoning that she had to act like a guy to get the respect she felt she deserved.
"Oh, so the bird is your pet, then? I like your spunk, how would you like to hunt with me? You look like you could use some help getting some food and I know a perfect place,"the male voice spoke again, as a jet black wolf stepped out of the shadows. From the way he was standing, she could tell instantly that this was an alpha. Unlike her, he looked like he had been eating very well, so she was thinking that maybe he did know a place to get food.
"I am quite capable of fending for myself,"she huffed. Sure, she was starving, but she hated others thinking she was weak and incapable of hunting.
"Oh, I have no doubt you are. Think of it as a...trade, if you will. I help you find food and you do something for me,"the alpha explained, her voice as smooth as silk. Even though he could not see it, Darnell narrowed her eyes at this man. Part of her was curious, what could he want from her? The other part was suspicious, not wanting to trust him when he could be leading her off to her doom.
"What do you want?"she snarled.
"You look like a very resourceful lad, but I will tell you once we have eaten. However, if you aren't hungry or interested, then I guess I will just keep my hunting spot to myself,"the alpha replied nonchalantly. Then he began to slowly walk away, waiting to see what she would do. Darnell growled, this male was so conceited and full of himself, she should just head in the opposite direction. However, her stomach reminded her she had not eaten in days and there was no telling when she would find food again. She trudged after him, not showing how weak from hunger she actually was. If she was not mistaken, she was pretty sure she saw a smirk appear on the other Varsythe's face.
"You know, I am just going this way because I happened to be going in this direction,"she huffed.
"Yes, I am sure you were,"the other said, the smirk not leaving his muzzle. Darnell rolled her eyes, which was luckily hidden by the skull covering her face. She followed him south, the duo traveling until they came to a lake that seemed to be teeming with life. Behind her mask, Darnell's eyes widened in surprise, no wonder this alpha seemed so well feed in such a deserted area.
"What do you know, you were telling the truth after all,"she spoke, trying to make it sound matter of fact, despite her awe.
"Take your pick, there are some rabbits who have a burrow over there. You could have some tasty deer, who like to drink from the lake. Or maybe you would like one of each,"he grinned. Darnell licked her lips, the thought of a nice, juicy bunny rabbit had her salivating in anticipation.
"Rabbit sounds like a good appetizer, to start this banquet out,"she replied.
"Alright, follow me,"the alpha answered, sprinting around the lake, until he slid to a stop outside of a burrow. Darnell had followed him, soundlessly stopping beside him. She crouched down, her stomach brushing against the ground, her ears flicked forward to hear any sounds. The alpha next to her did the same, both waiting in anticipation for any signs of movement from the rabbit habitat.
It was just a short while later when two ears cautiously poked out of the hole. Nell looked beside her, as the alpha motioned with his head for her to go right and he would go left. She gave a nod of understanding as she slunk around from the right side, making sure not to make any noise, even her chains silent. Hiding in the brush, she waited as now the rabbit's head was seen. Just a little longer, she told herself, feeling Velia's talons against her back. She was patient as the rabbit finally ventured out, thinking that the area was safe. The delta did not immediately give chase, she waited for their quarry to get further from their safe place. Out of her peripheral vision, she caught movement from the direction the alpha had gone in as he stalked the rabbit. The rabbit must have seen him as well as she darted off as quickly as she could...right in Darnell's direction. An unseen grin came to her muzzle as she pounced the rabbit when it was close enough, digging her razor sharp teeth into the fuzzy creature. She shook it several times, before she began to crush the life out of the bunny. The iron taste of blood began to fill her mouth and her eyes filled with such glee. Oh yes, this was wonderful.
"You can have the whole thing,"the alpha spoke as he joined her. She gave a small flick of her tail in acknowledgement, before putting the lifeless form on the ground and placing each of her fore paws on each end. Then she began to tear into the flesh, the blood oozing from the wounds her teeth had made. Once she had eaten enough, she left the rest for Valia to dig into, knowing her bird companion was also hungry. She watched in amusement as the little black bird buried her beak and talons into the dead rabbit, her beak beginning to be coated with the blood.
"You never told me what you wanted for this...meal. Go on, spill it!"Darnell reminded the alpha.
"Alright, I suppose that is fair. What I need for you to do is..."the alpha began, before launching into the proposition that would change the delta's life forever. This was the start of her new life, with a new pack to call her own.
✖ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: Darnell is going to be trained for a mission inside the Vurfang. Her job will be to get one of the Vurfang's packs to take her in and she is to report back regularly to her alpha about anything that she finds out about. It is completely up to whoever plays the alpha if something romantic happens between their alpha and Darnell.
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✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxCharacter Plans ✖ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ :: Dag is very calm, nothing much surprises him, and when it does, he is quick to control his expression. He collects information like its gold, whether useful in the moment or not. He can appear to be pretty secretive at times, but very open at others, choosing carefully on what information to reveal to whom and when. Definitely the 'devil's advocate' type, he can always figure out motivations of others and uses them to figure out exactly what he, or someone else, needs to do to get around whatever sort of sticky situation they may be in. He loves pups, and whenever he doesn't have anything else going on, he can be found hanging out or playing with the other pups. ✖ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ? :: Yes
✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxRP Entry ✖ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ :: 3 ✖ ᴇɴᴛʀʏ :: A small squeak and the rabbit's neck was broken between his teeth, mask hiding his face as he picked up the now lifeless form and began moving, looking for a place to settle down for the evening. His ears flicked backwards at the slight sound of paws on underbrush, yet he remained outwardly unaffected, waiting for the stranger to reveal himself. A black raven flew from the branches of a tree overhead and landed on the wolf's shoulder with a slight murmur of a sound, barely more than a whisper. "Of course, Ase... You are perhaps right, maybe we should call out to the stranger ourselves." The wolf murmured as he set the rabbit down on the ground and turned to where the noise had come from, his eyes peering out from underneath his mask. "Come on out, Stranger, and share a piece of kill with me." He invited, his voice warm, despite his outward appearance. The other wolf stepped out tentatively, golden eyes wary as he sized up the stranger. "They call me, Dag. What of you, Stranger?" The sentinel sniffed the air lightly and, sensing no threat, relaxed and sat back upon his haunches, leaning down to lick his paw briefly. "They call me Arker. What causes you to wander so?" He asked without much more prompting. Dag grinned for a moment, reveling in the youth of the youngling. "I was searching these woods for answers from the Alpha. There seems to be a change in the wind. Can you smell it?" He asked before tearing the rabbit in half and scooting one side over to the younger wolf. "I can't say that I do..." He sniffed the rabbit and waited for Dag to take a bite of his first, before eating himself. Dag nodded and took a bite of his part of the rabbit. "Let us eat in peace, then, Arker." The other wolf nodded and they ate in silence for a few moments, the only sound interrupting their meal was the sound of the raven pulling at Dag's ear and grumbling irritably, until the shaman tore a bit of meat off and handed it to Ase. After they had finished, and both wolves had licked their lips clean, the Sentinel stood and addressed the shaman. "You are welcome to come to my Howl for the night." Dag smiles and dips his head. "It would be much appreciated, thank you, Arker."
✖ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: The raven's name is Ase and he sometimes has seemingly one sided conversations with her at times.
Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 2:37 pm
CONGRATULATIONS! You won the RP Contest, Yushika!♥
Please head on over to the CERTING THREAD to get Skull certed up! HERE is your girl's Uncert.
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