|
Post by WarPaint on May 22, 2018 23:30:46 GMT
*Below is a pack available to audition for ownership for! The pack is a skeleton to be used to create the antagonists of the site. Wolves and their subspecies, as well as half-breeds looking to exterminate or terrorize domesticated canines or allies of dogs. The pack is canon and so it should be fleshed out but not changed drastically. Feel free to change name, create backstory, personalize the pack, etc, as necessary but please keep in mind that the characters making up the pack are to be of a nefarious, do evil nature. Their main purpose is to cause tension and otherwise chaos with the established packs and residents of Graycott. Wolves are at war with dogs and harbor great resentment for any outside of their kind. If the nature of this pack is not what you desire than please feel more than welcome to audition for your own pack, completely custom to your taste. Name: OPEN TO ALL FOR APPLICATION Pack Type: Pack Territories Wanted: Available territories; North Side with - Abandoned town, Rosetta Gain Penitentiary, Last Hope Hospital ; East Side with Merle Beach Docks , Merle Beach, Graycott Lighthouse, Deserted Carnival ( Whoever becomes the pack alpha may choose one territory (North or East) and three of its sub-boards for their pack territory.) Sub Boards: Can have has many as wanted within territories (subboards desired need to be PM’ed to the @admins account to be created. Remember you may only have subboards with in the three territories decided) Pack Name: Any who adopts the Pack may decide its name. Purpose: The Purpose of this pack is to create chaos and disorder, to be the antagonist for the site wide plot. This pack is closed to mostly wolves, wolf subspecies, and half-wolves who hate domesticated canines, although whoever adopts the pack may alter it as necessary. The pack is volatile to anyone who is not from their “kind” and so is necessary for creating tension on the site. Whoever becomes the alpha will need to correspond with the already established packs in order to create plots that move the site forward. If this pack does not fit the vision you are looking for then please feel free to audition for your own personally created pack. This pack is a canon created to fill a role for plots, drastic changes from the core nature of it are not accepted. *Below is the code needed to audition for this pack. Please fill out all areas of the form and wait for feedback from the staff team WarPaint , ripple , Scotia [div style="width:390px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:7.5pt;background-color:rgb(ff, ff, ff);"] [b]Name:[/b] Name of the character auditioning for pack alpha [b]Pack Type:[/b] Pack, Gang, Mob, or Cult [b]Territories Wanted:[/b] List the territories wanted; must be in one category i.e. all north side etc. [b]Sub Boards:[/b] Can have has many as wanted within territories [b]Pack Name:[/b] Name wanted for your pack, gang, mob, or cult [b]Purpose:[/b] Give a description of the pack, gang, mob or cult.
[/div] Once determined if its creation will proceed, you will be responsible for creating rules and ranks and a description for said..pack,gang, mob, or cult within this board. A space will be made for all its correspondence.
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 21, 2018 21:53:29 GMT
“Uppphhh” his sadness was tangible and was tainting her coat in sorrow, depression was something he wore like a bow tie. But his accent was intriguing, vastly different from her family and the few strangers she had encountered in the sullen town of Graycott. She tilted her head in curiosity while she tried to decipher his accent, dogged in her determination to guess its origin.
The oynx cur sank to her haunches, resting easily against her own frame. Her mass was light as were her bones, she had been the runt of her litter of course. ”Yakov…” she said sauvely, tasting his name in her mouth and deciding it did indeed fit the brute before her. “A distinguished name for a ...well you aren’t exactly a gentleman judging by those scars, huh. Perhaps fitting for a brute.” Melisandre said with a feminine laugh, her eyes flashing bright beneath their inky lashes.
”Lost...hmm perhaps you’re meant to find her later. Unless, you would like help now? Because in that case, I’ve been looking for an adventure.” Melisandre had always been that empathic, shoot from the hip type of soul. Leaping head first into whatever journey bit her ass. But this male was quiet and that was starkly different from those she had encountered before.
”If not… you look like you could use some company anyways.” There again went boldly the cur. It took a very plain kind of deterrent to chase her away and even then she was never permanently chastised. A small feline like grin touched the shadow. Her pearly whites displayed themselves in a congenial smile, the epitome of feminine excellence.
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 21, 2018 20:29:21 GMT
Like ink, the black mistress gingerly plucked her way through the piles of enormous, rusted mobiles. Sticking out sorely like a fresh paint job, the kind that had been absent for years in sullen junkyard. Melisandre couldn’t keep her nose from twitching, inhaling all of the wonderful decayed aromas that littered the place. Adventure had always been something her restless soul had craved, growing unsettled if she remained still for too long.
However the sense of heat radiating from another drew her around the corner and the sight of a muscular two toned body piqued her interest. Mellie carefully approached, giving a wide berth to the stranger. Despair and apathy emanated in waves from the rottweiler mutt, soaking her in a coat of his depression. However, the gall of the black cur did not dampen, and she furrowed her brow into a frown of concern. Perhaps he needed company , or maybe he wished to be alone.
“Excuse me darling...but are you alright?” Her tone was soft and genuine. Melisandre’s heart ached slightly at his melancholy, it seemed honest in its depth. Her black eyes searched him, creased at the corners with a maternal instinct to care. But she was ready to leap away in case her judgment had been very wrong. Something told the onyx mistress that she wasn’t wrong and that this sad brute really did need some care.
-------OOC------- TAGGED- Red NOTES- ugh all the feels already, feel free to godmod. Poor Yakov WORDS- 233
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 15, 2018 0:21:18 GMT
He was a dog of the prairies and plains. Not of seaweed and saltwater. The large brute stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sand dunes. His brutish head swung low and wide to take in all of the scents available. So unique was the taste of the ocean on his lips. A sneeze rippled through his shoulders like an earthquake, shaking the mass of the behemoth. Glorious rushes of endorphins ruffled his muscles, causing him to bow into a long stretch.
The groan that escaped his jaw was not one of pain but of pleasure. Brans toughened feet sunk into wet sand and he wriggled his toes against the foreign sensation. Blue and brown eyes watched the waves as they sought purchase on the shore, only to be pulled back out to mother ocean. This constant cessation was different from the swirling and swaying of whippoorwills and prairie grass. The ocean was a beast it's own and Bran knew instantly that to battle her will was a battle to be lost. It was entrancing for the swiss brute to see the way ocean commanded all around it. Snatching back the items it had lost and replacing them with new treasure for others to enjoy.
He could understand on an intrinsic level the open sea. She took as much as she gave, as was the essence of one of the titans of nature. Bran drew himself to his full height, shaking out his pelt. He was bemused by the sensation of the sand leaving his coat, gritty and not too different from his home dirt.
”I miss home…” thought Bran to himself. Without his master he had no job. And no job, was like a death sentence for him. It made him listless and although he had excitement for the world around him, it felt pointless without a direction. A sense of belonging in the world was what made his motor run. It filled his heart and bones with a warmth unexplainable. Like a machine, work oiled his gears. When left stagnant his precision became dull and listless. Bran always knew he would work until his heart beat out of his chest and lay still at his feet.
Like a beacon a building in the distance called to the beast. Like him, it had been forgotten and tossed to the side. Once a pillar of strength and direction. A lighthouse. Curiosity boiled through the normally stoic hound. But at least now he had a purpose; to explore that wretched building. Bran launched himself into a ground covering stride. Faltering and stumbling here and there because of the uneven nature of the sand. His muscles burned from the different terrain but he savored the feeling. Letting it warm him from his toes to his shoulders. Of only livestock bloated and dodged before him.
His half white face was now warped into ghastly smirk of half joy and need. It took a grueling half hour for Bran to reach his destination. But reach it, he did. The lighthouse smelled old and decayed, rotten in some places but some of the concrete slabs still stood resilient. The brute wandered about, searching for an entrance and taking in the grand size of the light tower. He finally found a wooden door hanging on creaking hinges that screamed their protest at being used further. Bran bolstered his way beyond the door, making the wood yield until it threatened to break beneath his physique. It granted him access just short of being reduced to sea soaked plunder.
The lighthouse itself was warm and well salted. Everything tasted and smelled of the ocean. Sand had begun piling against the sides of the wall and places where the concrete had deteriorated allowed for gaps of sunlight to peel through. A wooden staircase, well preserved, laid pressed against the farthest wall. Winding, like a snake, up the heights of the building. Bran made his way over and followed the warm wood upwards. Reaching the top of his path, bran was met with the divinity of a sunset. Purpleish hues transcended into smattering of blues and pinks, with faint oranges clinging to where the sun still peaked out. The Whitecaps of waves glistened beneath the divine touch.
These aren't the sunsets you got at home. Bran laid down, flattening himself to concrete and sand. Behind him lay the grand old light itself, a stoic figure, complacent at its retirement. Bean was entranced thoroughly and so did not hear the soft patter of paws behind him. The brutes blue and brown eyes sought to understand the foreign world before him not the foreign stranger shadowing him. His tail thumped quietly against the floor, contentment was beginning to radiate through him. As well as the faint pangs of hunger.
------OOC------ FEEL FREE TO GOD MOD OPEN to all written on mobile, I apologize for typos or mistakes. Word count...who knows
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 14, 2018 20:47:54 GMT
The willows sighed and gently swayed, letting their wispy tendrils caress any beneath them. Warpaint laid his tired head upon stark white toes and ragged nails, breathing in gently the summer days. Today was one of those days. The kind that let his mind toil away at nonsense and constrict his ability to function. Anxiety was eating him alive, nervousness coursed through faster than venom could. But to look from the outside in one would merely see a dog hot and made tired from the heat.
His veins stood like rigid markers along his body, easily nudging his thin skin into standing erect. His salmon tongue hung from his maw, allowing for saliva to drip into the grass beneath. Creating droplets that broke into rivulets that sunk back into the earth. His anxiety attacks had begun to surface again with a renewed frequency. He was nervous and anxious all at the same time and unable to pinpoint what was bothering him exactly. Although he was sure something about his sudden move to Graycott and split from his siblings had something to do with it.
Warpaint closed his eyes and tried to relax his stiffened body. But after minutes of anxiety induced inelasticity Paint rose. Paint turned his gaze upward towards the tree that was offering him shade. The tendrils from the willow tree hung low enough for him to snap his jaws at. The sudden movement and flexing of his muscles sent a rush of endorphins through his body. Relieving him, temporarily, of the burden of his unrest. A small wag touched his whip thin tail and a grimace warped his maw.
Wind shook the tree once more and without thought Warpaint chased after the swaying branches. Leaping about like a pup and snapping his fangs around leaves before spitting them out. A laugh wove it's way out of his chest and into his throat. An unused sound that rattled through the small clearing like chains. So enraptured with being thoughtless that Warpaint did not notice the eyes that watched him curiously. ----------ooc----------- OPEN to all FEEL FREE TO GOD MOD WORDCOUNT- who knows. NOTES- I did this on mobile forgive its crappiness.
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 12, 2018 1:27:26 GMT
Nix Nocturi stalked forth in a hue of brilliant golds, blacks, and creams. Amber eyes, wrought from the purest shades, cast their gaze over the land of Graycott. Hardened and undecided on it's fate. Twisted shadows lurked beneath her tired facade, swirling about with every poached footstep she took.
A war was brewing and she was determined to stem its tide in whatever minute way she could. She held the anger her ancestors did, the pain of being hunted and sterilized. Of being driven from lands that had been theirs for a millineia. But her empathy could also understand the love dogs held for their masters, their loyalty and desire to please their two legged alphas.
She lifted her head and scented the crisp air, the distinct pungent odor of humans was decayed. Long since a forgotten smell. She had been separated from her family although she did not mind. They had been zealots, crazed with the idea of canine extinction. While she merely sought coexistence. It was a burden she had placed on her own shoulders but she bore the weight well and without complaint.
She picked up her pace, extending lithe legs and toes into a ground eating trot. Shadows parted their way when she moved forth, melding back together the moment her physique was absent. The burning stretch of her legs was a welcome reprieve from her thoughts. And with a lurch conjured from the strength of her haunches she set off in a blurred motion of wolfish madness. Nix loped easily through the forest, winding between trees and leaping over fallen roughage.
A laugh like a song melody, laced with pure unsoured joy, escaped her throat. Tinkling through the woodland like chimes. How glorious it was to steal moments away from reality, how incredibly selfish and delectable. When the burn of her legs became noticeable Nix slowed, easing herself into active walk. Her ears snapped when a twig broke nearby, her golden head raised itself to its full height. Chestnut orbs peered curiously into the distance. She was a wolf, a queen among predators and a scourge among prey. The inbred instinct to fear tinged her only slightly. However a natural wariness settled into her hackles, raising them slightly.
She cleared her throat and beckoned. "You know, I always welcome a partner on a run. No need to stalk me." Her voice, the sultry confidence of a lethal female echoed about. She never raised her voice above a certain octave, always drawing others to her in the mischievous wolfish way. " Come out and play, I dont bite...hard." She teased, her voice had the echoes of a smile on it. Nix cocked her head while she waited for her stalker to emerge, a smirk etching its way onto her features.
--------OPEN-------- NOTES- open to any , feel free to godmod. Will be getting her table up when I get to a computer!! Trying to lay some foundation for the Ulaho Pack. <3
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 11, 2018 22:12:05 GMT
Ok...ok...so I also need to throw Jezebel, my maned wolf , at Deimos. I dont know...I think this pairing of whatever could potentially be endearing or at least give them some growth. Jezebel's a soft but quietly confident soul who has suffered and has her own demons to deal with. I could see her maybe being a soft spot for Deimos or at least maybe being a safe place for him to let go of repressed memories or hatred. I dont know, they're total opposites but maybe they could work. ripple
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 11, 2018 3:49:39 GMT
Ooooooooooohhhhh ok so I need to throw my new guy Vulpe at Vienne. He's a coyote wolf mix who has the same passion for adventure. I can really see these two hitting it off and potentially falling in love. For the background of the site it would be kind of scandalous for her to have a relationship with a wolf let alone a half coyote. I don't know, I think these two would be fun. Plus she can help with his interpersonal intimacy issues . He'd be head over heels for her once she digs through his garbage of an emotional barrier Red
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 10, 2018 20:24:55 GMT
ROLL CALL *descriptions of pack ranks can be found [smear:#1f67b9]Here[/smear:#2165b2:0]
TO AUDTION FOR SECOND TIER RANKS such as ALPHA , RIGHT HAND, KEEPERS, AND SHAMANS/MAGES a small RIP example is required. TO audition for Alpha beside Nix requires a meeting thread, especially if they are unmated.
ALPHA - open ALPHESS - Nix Nocturi
RIGHT HAND- open
KEEPERS- open
SENTRIES- open
SENTINELS- open
COURIERS- open
EMISSARIES- open
THE GUARD - open
MERCENARIES/OPERATIVES- open
Shamans/ Mages
SPIES- open
HUNTER/GATHERERS- open
HEALERS- open
DRILL MASTER- open
NURSEMAIDS- open
PUP CHAMBERMAID- open
WARDS- open
CAPTIVES- open
Pack Auditions
[b]Name-[/b] of character auditioning [b]Age-[/b] how many years are they [b]Personality traits-[/b] brief description; can include positives, negatives, and what makes them fit for the job. [b]Desired Rank-[/b] which position are your auditioning towards. Can audition for more than one . [b]Joining thread-[/b] this can be completed before or after acceptance. Just link thread here. [B]Meeting thread[/b] Required only for the position of Alpha beside Nix. [B]Rp Example[/B] Small excerpt of one in the role they desire. Necessary only for high ranks such as Right Hand, Keepers, and Shamans/Mages
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 10, 2018 20:15:00 GMT
Do what has to be done, go where no-one wants, feel what everyone ignores. We are the Ulaho, the vigilante behind your protection, your shade from the glare of eyes seeing red. Fear not for we are riddled with empathy; we cannot ignore the plight of both sides, dogs and wolves. But we cannot ignore the coming war. We aim to weaponize compromise; we cannot undo past wrongs but we also cannot condemn those who had no part in shaping history. We will do what has to be done, we will protect what we can. Words will be our offering, fangs will be our finality. We are all family, even if bloodline and heritage dictate otherwise. Bond is stronger than blood, for it is the family we choose not the family we are born to that matters most.
The purpose of the Ulaho is to seek out the zealots; to travel where others have not, to find the couldesacks harboring radicals. Those who would incite chaos and encourage minds to act through violence and bloodshed. They aim to work with packs and individuals to form networks and extend their reach to any region facing civil unrest. The Ulaho wish to shoulder the burden of traveling and meeting with beings who would rather see them dead. They wish to be the mediators and avengers, to usher in amiability where it can be and silence it where it cannot be. However empathy reigns supreme in the members of the pack as well as an objective unbiased. The Ulaho will see both sides no matter how it personally affects them. They will understand the suffering of the Wolves but also the inherent innocence of dogs now belonging to this generation. They will ache for those they serve, mourn with those they did not, understand above all else but most of all seek balance. The Ulaho are the midnight vigilante working behind the scenes to secure as much safety and peace possible for the coming times of unrest.
Becoming part of the Ulaho means becoming part of family larger than yourself. Cruelty or lack of foresight are traits lesser likened to the pack. Hard work, hard emotions, and failure are all aspects of what they do. However they see their reward as the world gaining a small sense of balance. Once an Ulaho always an Ulaho. Family is the core of their beliefs, functioning as an unit for maximum efficiency. The Ulaho function as an entity, when one part of the body does not they cannot move forward. Join the brotherhood in the fight for survival.
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 10, 2018 20:07:07 GMT
ROLL CALL
ALPHA - open ALPHESS - Nix Nocturi
RIGHT HAND- open
KEEPERS- open
SENTRIES- open
SENTINELS- open
COURIERS- open
EMISSARIES- open
THE GUARD - open
MERCENARIES/OPERATIVES- open
Shamans/ Mages
SPIES- open
HUNTER/GATHERERS- open
HEALERS- open
DRILL MASTER- open
NURSEMAIDS- open
PUP CHAMBERMAID- open
WARDS- open
CAPTIVES- open
Pack Auditions
[b]Name-[/b] of character auditioning [b]Age-[/b] how many years are they [b]Personality traits-[/b] brief description; can include positives, negatives, and what makes them fit for the job. [b]Desired Rank-[/b] which position are your auditioning towards. Can audition for more than one . [b]Joining thread-[/b] this can be completed before or after acceptance. Just link thread here.
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 10, 2018 19:56:27 GMT
Pack Creed
Respect for your fellow packmates is of the utmost importance. We are a family and our success depends on the bonds we form our of mutual admiration for each other.
Everyone is useful, we all play a role. No matter our age, breed, or physical and mental capabilities.
Empathy is a trait that should radiate throughout all of us. We must always be aware of the suffering or misfortune of others despite our own.
Differences of opinion are fine but internal squabbling should be handled with poise and through your alphas and commanders. If there is an issue do not let it simmer, be open with your pack.
Work together, the pack is a body and when one limb does not function we cannot move forward. Trust and rely on your brothers and sisters.
Alphas are not gods. The position is always available for challenge should one think they can lead better.
Breeding rights are open to all but it is asked that mates pairs seek the permission of their alphas .
All missions should be carried out swiftly and to the fullest extent. This includes duties at home.
Respect and loyalty are the epicenter of our success. Every and any member commands a certain level of inherent honor and esteem.
New members are to be treated like any other, and should be indoctrinated to the pack with grace.
Prisoners or captives are to be treated fairly despite their crimes until trial and sentencing.
Due to the nature of the pack, alpha or alphess can have a regent in place of their mate. I.e. a relationship born out of necessity or benefit for the pack instead of a pairing of the hearts.
Blood by blood we are all siblings through bond. Sacrifice for your packmates as you would yourself.
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 9, 2018 0:45:10 GMT
Alpha and Alphes- Self explanatory leaders of the pack, in charge of pack runnings, comings and goings, business relations and etc. The alphas, however, are answerable to their pack. Democracy is a reigning principle and their position may be challenged for if felt they are inadequate.
Right Hand - The enforcer of the Alpha and Alphess, second only to them. Basically a second tier alpha. The right hand will act as alpha when the pack alphas are otherwise absent or tied up in duties.
Sentinels and Sentries- Those conducting border patrol, territory markers, and diligence of the perimeters and ongoings surrounding the pack lands. Also a lookout for prey as well as threatening wildlife predators. These officers are high ranking and trusted greatly for advice and the comings and goings surrounding the pack.
Couriers or Emissaries- The messengers between packs and business partners. Must have a polite and sauve way with words and be able to convey and relay messages accurately. They are the first impression to others of the the Ulaho Pack. Emissaries can be expected to travel with the alphas and act as negotiators and mediators
Mercenaries and Operatives- Those who carry out missions that could not be handled otherwise with meetings and words. They can be tasked with capturing war criminals or operatives of a violent nature. Ulaho mercenaries must maintain physical strength and sound mind, as well as be able to offer detailed reports of their missions.
Wards- Those that are too young, weak, elderly, wounded to participate in operations. Are expected to provide in some way i.e. gathering food, dressing wounds, learning, or teaching etc. Wards are not prisoners and free ti come and go as they please.
Guards - Work closely with Sentries and Sentinels as the muscle behind them. First line of defense for border security. When not patrolling may be assigned to a captive. Guards are often sent out to investigate claims by sentries and sentinels and to deal with threats towards the pack.
Hunters/Gatherers- Are tasked with providing sustenance for the pack and finding provisions that may be useful. They are expected to work with scouts in order to procure food and determine whether an area is able to sustain the pack. May be tied to Healers in order to help with medicinal gatherings.
Shamans and Mages Those able to connect with nature in a deeper way. Who can reach to the elders and glean their knowledge or wisdom. Shamans and Mages generally take hallucinogens in the form of plants and travel to the Irikee cave for Oracle like transcendence. They are looked to for guidance on missions and pack happenings.
Spies- Infiltrators and knowledge gathers, need a sound mind and ability to work alone or with a partner. Must speak accurately and have good eyesight and hearing. Works closely with the alpha. Spies must be at peace with the idea of bodily harm if they are caught. Spies are an integral part in determining the areas of unrest and must be able to report back accurately.
Healers- Regarded highly are those who can care for others and tend to wounds and ease pain. Knowledge of medicine and herbs are elements of the job greatly encouraged. Healers are the first inspectors of prisoners as well as their evaluators for soundness of mind or health.
Nursemaids- Males or females that tend to pups and provide their care. Pups are considered the future of the organization and require great care. In charge of their scheduling and education until a certain age.
Drill Master- Instructor on exercises and maintaining excellent health and physique. As well as preparing others for missions. Drill master is also in charge of creating activities that further strengthen the pack bond and sense of camaraderie. Drill masters are also looked upon as the best evaluators of placement determination for members of the pack.
Pup Chambermaid- The first teacher of pups, puppy drill master, and introducer of the outside world. Also in charge of deciding what future members would best be suited for.
Captives- Wardens of the Ulaho Pack, either captured for business purposes and awaiting transfer or turncoats stripped of rank awaiting to be dealt with. Also includes intruders, spies, or ne'er do wells.
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 6, 2018 23:48:47 GMT
Oh you know I'm down for anything woot woot
|
|
|
Post by WarPaint on May 4, 2018 1:43:45 GMT
The air surrounding the clearing bristled with the raw energy of Kabra. Almost cackling with the intensity of his demeanor, everything else seemed motionless. As if the forest itself was giving audience to the blue dogs display of ferocity. Auburn eyes settled briefly on to the young kit cowering in the sunlight. Kabras heart was rendered so intensely he could feel an ache radiate him. A pure and primal urge to protect his cub. They had survived so much together and nothing would tear him away from his son. Something many had laughed at, a dog with a fox kit. A dog who called said fox kit his said and in return was called Papa by the orange and black youngling.
Finally a voice spoke, giving credence to Kismets fears and justifying the snarl that frothed and foamed Kabras black lips. His rigid form shook with anticipation, a hair pin away from an explosive display of feral rage. Kismet cast a glance at his father, searching the incensed canine for reassurance. The tiny youngling always took comfort in his father, he remembered very little of his life before but he had always known the blue beast to be present. Always a lurking presence ready to snatch him up when he tumbled, or a warm blanket when the nights drew cold. His tiny gold orbits had small tears forming in them, he didn't like seeing his Papa enraged and he feared for others when his temper grew unchecked. Although that raw energy had never been directed towards him, he knew just how completely destructive it could be.
He heard those words calling for a truce. Blue ears flickered at the distinct staccato of a Male, Kabra was sizing his opponent as best he could. Years of arena fighting left him with little apprehension, death did not frighten him. But what the world had to offer to his pup did. It struck a cold note like ice in his veins when he thought of Kismet being exposed to the terrors of the world. For they no longer stalked just the shadows they basked in the very sun, free of their nocturnal cloaks. A sound like snapping wire thrust his stranger into plain view of Kabra and Kismet. A god damn wolf. Froth and saliva ripped free of his jaw escorted by a snarl that came from the depths of his chest. Wolves..wolves, the god damn charlatans of the wilderness.
In a bound and a leap, Kabra closed the gap between his cub and the wolf. He towered over Kismet, planting himself squarely in between the invader and his cub. Kismet shrank under his Da, scuttling in a clumsy shuffle backwards until he was near his hind legs. Kismet touched his small nose to his father's leg, letting him know where he was and comforting himself with the closeness of Kabra. The blue phantom rose to his full height, staring the wolf in his own yellow orbs with his icy ones. “If you're looking for an easy lunch, he aint the one.” His voice grew quiet, hardly a whisper leaving his throat. The threat however hung open, an open invitation to try anything unsavory. The words stalled between the two as Kabra pressed further into this strangers space. His fangs crawled from beneath his black lips, wrinkling his maw..
”Papa...Papa, he said hello..I don't think he meant to frighten me.” The tiny fox lit unravelled himself from his father, scuttling around to stand in front of the two canines before Kabra could chastise him otherwise. “Hello..my name is Kismet. You're different looking.” The innocence of youth tumbled out of his mouth without scorn, just that natural childlike honest observation. Kismet beckoned the wolf closer so he could whisper. ”Dont worry too much about my dad...he can be a little over protective…” Kismet looked up at his father a small, oops smile lighting his tiny features up.
An exasperated sigh deflated some of the phantoms earlier chagrin. Hackles slowly lowered although his natural ridge still stood rigid. Always at attention. His son youthful trust in everyone was refreshing at times and daunting at others. The wonderful innocence and joy for the world was a dosage of contentment that Kabra needed daily. His son wounded his soul in the most brilliant and rendering ways. To describe the feeling would be to liken it to watercolors swirling inside his heart. ”I'm Kabra. Why were you stalking us?” although he had lost some of his ire he was still blunt. Ever the tactful conversationalist. He still worried for his son. The dreadful suspicion that came from adulthood experience kept him from being as blase as his cub. ------ Kabra is an ass about his son. Feel free to god mod both. Especially kismet as he's a wildcard kiddo
|
|