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 Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 6:02 pm
This be where Sword keeps her wolfish ideals.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 6:03 pm
Taken from a RP Contest, but shall use to inspire the design for a wolf.
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✖ ✖ ✖ R O L E P L A Y xxxx Entry! ♥
✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● xxxxxBasic Information
✖ ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ :: SwordOfTheDarkOnes
✖ ᴠᴀʀsʏᴛʜᴇ's ɴᴀᴍᴇ :: Harbinger
✖ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ :: Male
✖ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ :: Vileclaw
✖ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ :: Harsh
✖ ᴄʟᴀss :: Tracker
✖✖ ● ● ● ● ● 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...
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