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Post by x--- αbel♥ on Jun 29, 2008 12:32:43 GMT -5
`Hayashi
`Gray Wolf
`29 inches.
`Female.
`Four years of Age.
`Slave/Ex-alpha of Hrellia.
x. go ahead and drool, it's all I got}
Hayashi is stunning, with fur as soft as silk, and warm features glowing in enticement. Her body is swift, and graceful, and it seems as if she flits across the ground. Her shoulders rotate evenly with each step as her coat shimmers, making her seem a lot more upbeat than she really is.
Her coat is a blend of cream, and white. She has a white mask, running over her muzzle and the bridge of her nose to in between her eyes. She has a white underbelly, which blends into the cream color of her torso. White also wraps around her neck, painting right around her shoulder and down to color her chest. The tip of her tail is white, and when the sun hits her, you can see small white stripes running up her leg. The rest of her coat is a honey-cream.
She has a better build than most females', and she is sleek. She has scars, however, over her left eye and down her right hip to her hock. She has sky blue eyes and inky black claws. And even with her soft fur and attractive body, she's thinner than she'd like to be but it's hard to tell.
.x sly under the shield}
Some compare her to a songbird; graceful, beautiful, and definitely has that charm. But of course, those are the people who don't know her; she doesn't keep an upbeat mood like she may look.
Hayashi thinks like a leader, wishes she could act like a leader, and she doesn't live like one. She respects wolves that respect her, though that's not often, and can accept others as her equals. But when you get on her bad side, then you better watch out, because she's pretty nasty. If you're on her enemy list, you'd definitely get the hints.
She can be bold when provoked, and doesn't like masters or any other canine teasing her. This includes mocking her courage, looks, or maybe even what she just said. Being taken advantage of doesn't suit her very well. But yet, when she's in an off mood, she'll take crude comments sweetly.
Hayashi knows her way around slave life. She acts like a submissive, beaten-down hag, but her thoughts are always burning like crazy. She thinks everything to herself; especially things she wishes she could say, things she wishes she could unleash upon her torturers. She can get protective of things she finds an interest in; but she doesn't let all her emotions burst through for everyone to see. She keeps them on the down low. But even then, wolves find it easy to know her weakness, what scares her, and what aggravates her. She's easily frightened, angered, and upset.
.x just an empty shell of what I used to be}
She was born out in the east, and once born, she was taken away from her parents by a cruel master of some sort, leaving her family behind. He then kept her as a slave, and did everything he could think of to her, but found she wasn't 'his' type. He dropped her off at the auction, and Hayashi has never seen a good home since. She still has a strand of hope left for a good home.
Added on::
At the auction rock, a lone wolf with the name of Xercese came up to her. She didn't know what to say. He wasn't flinging rude comments at her like the others, but was actually treating her like a wolf. She didn't trust it. Could he be tricking her? Would he beat her down when she followed him into the woods? She had nothing to follow but instinct. And she did it. Hayashi walked after the brute, confused when he said he didn't have a land yet, or slaves, or anything else. Was he starting anew? Or was he really not cruel?
Xercese claimed the land, easily stealing Hayashi's heart throughout the night. She couldn't help it. When she fell, she fell hard; and she was only glad he liked her enough back. Later that year, Hayashi had puppies. Her and Xercese had already begun to start a pack, and she had watched over their land while he went and retrieved wolves.
She was doing fine until she stumbled into Mirage. A twisted sensation coursed through her veins as she thought her name, thought what she really could do to her life. She came between her and Xercese, her and her pack, her and her mind. Hayashi couldn't think straight with her around. She never knew why she had a reaction as such, but it was there. Her anger was haunting her.
Life continued as planned, though. Everyone got a long fine. And the Xercese left. Hayashi decided to give him a few days, but after a week, she sill hadn't seen his face. It was like he took something with him, a part of her. She couldn't concentrate on anything, and had to deal with Mirage mocking her in her subtle ways. Hayashi tried to ignore the wolves coming into her life; Malou, Remorse, wolves who passed by; anyone. She didn't want to be hurt again.
And then he came back. She was confused. Why did he leave? Why was he such a mess? Her happiness couldn't shine through her empty shell. She didn't know how to react. He still loved her, she knew. But she wasn't sure at first. Hayashi had just finished a fight with Malou, so her mind was muddled, and she was in physical pain, too. She continued blocking everything out.
And he was gone... again. She couldn't explain the numbness that followed. And then everyone left. Even Mirage. Her puppies... gone. Remorse, Malou... gone. Xercese was gone. And she only had one option. She left her land, trudging to the Auction Rock. Back to being a slave. Back to the torture. Back to the pain. Back to her nightmares.
Name meaning: Forest/Woods (Japanese)
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Post by x--- αbel♥ on Jun 29, 2008 12:38:12 GMT -5
`Majestic King.
`Hanoverian/Shire.
`16.2.
`Hellion.
`6 years of age.
`Master.
.x spilled with ink}
He has a dark, sleek black with strong, rippling muscles. He has slight feathering on his hocks, and thicker bones, but shows no more sign of Draft in him. He has large, strong legs, with a sleek, glossy coat. He has a small white star on his head usually covered by his forelock, and a wavy black mane and tail. His hooves are powerful and a medium size, bigger than most, a dark inky black-ish pink in color. His eyes are a deep, chocolaty brown with a transfixing glow. He has a very sickening aura around him, very shady.
.x screw manners, I can do what I want}
Most of the time King is cold, cruel, heartless, and has no sympathy. He doesn't care for any horse but himself, and finds enjoyment in pain and slaves' submissive forms, so he doesn't like smart-mouthed anything. He has a low tone, which he uses to throw off others' concentration. He acts like a king gone mad with pain, turning himself into a stone, but doesn't care what others are thinking of him, only about himself. On the inside, if he finds you worthy enough, he will lighten up a bit and pull off some semi-funny jokes, and won't have as much of a dark aura around him. He vowed never to take a mate, only slaves, and try to get land, but that may change if you show yourself to him just right.
.x it made me this way}
He was born wild, and his mother thought highly of him, hence his name. She adored his inky black coat, his brown, soft eyes that could hold anyone's attention. He looked so much like his father, and it almost pained his mother to look at him, but she was proud nonetheless.
King was a rebel as a foal, goofing off, picking on passing mares, not listening to his mother. Apparently, she had gotten his father's personality. The stallion ended up running away at about 2 years old. It broke his mother's heart, it did, and she died searching for him. King didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't gone back to save his mother from hruting herself. He did acre about her a lot more than he liked to admit.
A cruel hellion then found him and captured him, a brutal thing that happened to him. Rocks, flying hooves, flashing teeth; it hurt like nothing he had ever encountered. The foreign stallion stared at him and spoke to him, telling him what was suspected of him and how joyful it was. This twisted King almost as much as the breeding. The stallion kept King as a slave, and a breeder. King had better attributes than his master, so he produced better foals. This was his only enjoyment in his stay there, and he savored every moment he got there. He didn't know why; it felt natural to beat the mares and take pleasure in mounting them. But roughly three months later, he left. He wondered on. He got in a few fights here and there, but he only soured up as his journey went on.
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Post by x--- αbel♥ on Jun 29, 2008 12:40:38 GMT -5
.x what's it to you}
`ezmeralda.
`Alda.
`arctic wolf.
`23 inches.
`female.
`3 and a half years of age.
`free-roaming.
x. goddess material}
Ez is overall stunning, but has downsides, too. She has pure, snowy white silky fur, which so far has no scars, but those could easily come. She has a stronger, thicker build to herself, but is a little on the shorter side. Em's body is shaped well for her thickness, but really isn't twig-skinny, which gives her power and dominance. She has black paw-pads, with purple-ish green optics, that always seem to sparkle. She tends to have an innocent aura about her, but she can be mischievous.
x. played out like a show}
She's a majestic wench. She weasels out of everything, and can look pretty 'innocent' doing it, even if she isn't. She loves tricking the brutes to do her bidding, and can essily seduce them, but she doesn't play long. You see, she's very impatient. Listen once and you don't get a second chance. Ignorance doesn't sit well with her.
Ezmeralda likes to have dominance over other wolves, but is very good at acting, so you can't even tell it is an act. Yet, she has a complex mind, which leads to her being totally unpredictable. She's strong, pretty, mischievous, and likes a little fun with the boys once in a while. Lethal?
.x like a breeze}
Em had an easy life. She was born in a wild pack to the north, to a slave mother raped by the Alpha. Everyone was stunned at her whiten when she was born, since she was nothing they had expected to come from her measly mother. She was taken away from her mother -- she never came to know her as Mum. She was raised by the Alphaess herself, but Em didn't think much of it. She was never one for higher ranked wolves, but she didn't like being pushed around. Soon, her father, the Alpha, turned rotten, and beyond cruel. He beat and raped her own daughter, cursed at her and told her lies. Her mother sort of contributed, but it was poisoning her mind. She left on her own, and has wondered, actually, not that long.
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Post by x--- αbel♥ on Jun 29, 2008 12:55:23 GMT -5
.x all you need to know}
`tsunami.
`nami.
`maned wolf.
`38 inches.
`male.
`5 years of age.
`free-roaming.
.x scarred abd bruised}
Another replica of the Maned Wolf breed, Nami looks just like all the others, with a few characteristics of his own. His broad torso is a red-ish orange in color, fading gradually to a lighter orange under his ribcage. His legs, muzzle, shoulders, and ears are painted black, very inky in color. He has a white, well-kept tail, with a white neck and white tinting here and there. Deep blue eyes finish off his stunning coloring.
Tsunami is very large for the Maned Wolf breed, holding more muscle than most others. He has a much thicker, sophisticated build, proving in more strength and not as lanky. With his intimidating look and a ferocious aura, he always seems to be judged before known too well.
.x live with how I am}
His history has screwed him up big time. He's always angry and acts like everyone is out to get him. He jumps to conclusions on everything, and he won't hesitate to kill you off or accuse you of something without proper information. He's a loner, an outsider, but he doesn't mind; he'd rather be without company anyway, give and take a few conversations here and there. A scowl always seems to pass his face when a master or male is in his sight range.
Everything that moves is an enemy to the brute, though he can act civilized. He can be helpful, respectful, charming, and even caring when the time comes. He's not fully 'evil', but it takes a while to uncover his passionate side. Nami can be such a gentlemen with the ladies.
He doesn't mind small talk, and will occasionally seek out wolves to talk with; as long as their females. He will be extremely charming to females, but he has vowed to never say a kind word to a male; he'd rather kill them instantly. They disgust him, even if they are of his own race.
.x i hate it}
A rusty-colored pelt skimmed carelessly through the fruitful forest, looking for his closest partner, Alena. He had deepest feelings for her, but the Alpha had an eye on the striking femme, so he had to back down for his own sake. However, it didn't stop them from meeting and staying friends. Without her, Nami would be lost, brain a total, helpless mess.
As his paws reached their favorite meeting area, his eyes couldn't believe what they saw. Smack-dab in the middle was Alena, the Alpha draped over her, seemingly breeding her. To him, it seemed like rape, but then he searched harder. She was taking total pleasure in it and was encouraging him, so it didn't seem like force to the curious brute. A low, intimidating growl escaped his large maw, his masculine body walking over to their meshing bodies. As Alena caught sight of him, she immediately pretended the Alpha was hurting her and it was all done by painful force, but Nami wasn't moved. With optics glazed with anger, he separated them, Alena a spectator for the fight between the Alpha and Nami. After the intruding male had died under his paws, he headed towards Alena, large body showing anger and pain. She begged and pleaded forgiveness, but the male never gave in. She vowed her love to him, but Nami only attacked her in his rage. Giving the death blow, he flung her body to the side, his heart ripped fully in two. What now? Surely he would be slaughtered by the rest of the pack. . .
Turning his reddened back on the blood filled area, he walked away. He was lost, hurt, and angry. He slaughtered several innocent wolves after that, mostly to suspend his frustration. He never got life, love, of even the meaning of living. He was angry at the world.
Months later, he resided in a cave with a small pack, always considered the outsider. he didn't have family or friends; he either slaughtered them or they were deceased. Alas, in this humble area, there was another crude male, one who had an intention to hurt him and his only friend. This male made Nami force breed the femme, roughly, but she died soon after the process; it was too much for her apparently. The Maned Wolf ran, to Sobibor, and now is beyond angry at everything. Good luck settling with him. . .
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Post by x--- αbel♥ on Jul 30, 2008 14:06:31 GMT -5
`Kageromaru.
`Kage.
`Eastern Wolf.
`39 inches.
`Male.
`four years of age.
`master.
.x my blessed looks}
`the base color of his coat is cream in color, which covers more of his body than the other colors. On top of that, he is shaded black with black splotches, stripes, and zig-zags all over his body. Black also outlines the white markings on his body of which covers his lower two front legs, speck his back, belly, and back legs. His tail is also white, and he wears a black mask. Brown, chocolate eyes grant his sight.
`Kage is a very large, masculine, strong wolf. He has a menacing aura pouring out of him, which usually turns others off. He's tall, masculine, strong, handsome, intimidating;; anything he could've wanted.
.x my royal act}
`Kage is merciless, easy as that. He force-breeds, attacks, and kills without a second thought. He loves inflicting pain and feeling blood under his talons, therefore would be considered 'evil'. He knows he's cruel and the opposite of understanding, but he has a heart. His heart has not as of yet been taken away, but he has a spot in his heart for the perfect ess. Force-breeding is blissful to him, as is murder or something along those lines. He has a very hot attitude when he isn't being cruel, and isn't afraid to show his authority and fight back. Very sarcastic, and seems to have a one-track mind on numerous occasions.
.x the past, who needs it}
`Kage was born in a normal pack far in the north, but he really was the odd one out with the looks. Although really handsome, not a soul he knew looked like him. The only one who treasured him was his father, and he was the one who taught Kage to be so cruel. After all his 'training sessions', he felt he didn't need anyone to look after him anymore; secretly, he didn't want to be a burden. He let his paws carry him to wherever they wanted to go, and he ended up with another pack of wolves, but they didn't take a liking to him. Not caring, he stayed there for about a week before coming to Sobibor.
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Post by x--- αbel♥ on Jan 27, 2009 19:45:10 GMT -5
.x all about me}
`Kaden. [CAY-din]
`Cay, Kad.
`Eastern wolf.
`29 inches.
`Male.
`6 years of age.
`free-roamer.
.x i'm painted}
Kaden's coat is a honey-golden brown that blends into a pale white on his legs, belly, and chest. He has coarse fur, though you can't tell from just looking at it. It appears to be soft, thin, and moves around with the wind a lot, but it's rougher and he doesn't clean it much. He has a black stripe going half-way down his shoulder, mixing in with the golden fur. On his back he has several black stripes and marks on the darker hued fur. His head follows the same pattern, although he has black ears and stripes coming away from his yellow left eye, and his pale blue discolored one. His tail is a mix between gold and black, with the black overruling the other color.
Cay has a masculine build, but not to the extent that it shows. He's not as beefy as the other larger, tougher wolves, but he's not weak either. His skin still ripples with each step, but more blatant. Kad has large paws, thick, more fluffier fur, and a few scars on his right shoulder. His muzzle is also more abnormally sized, but it fits in with his off sized body.
.x crazy as can be}
His disorder would be known as ADHD today, mixed with some other disorder, or he's just special. He's always smiling distantly, and his face is really blank and it never looks like he's paying attention to what was going on around him. His eyes are constantly rolling and moving, and he fidgets a lot. He moves and flexed his paws, plays with his tongue, bites and chases his tail, or paces and wiggles his whole body. With him, he has to move. He ends up bouncing if he can't, or when he's sitting or laying down. However, he always appears happy.
He doesn't believe there's any evil in life, and if there is he doesn't see it. Some crude comment would go in one ear and out the other without registering. He almost skips when he walks, and sways. His tongue lolls out, his common I'm-not-here-all-the-way look. Kaden enjoys sitting with himself and playing with odd objects, and has a large, rather giant, imagination. He sees and points at things that are not there.. or speaks of something non-existent. Nothing about him seems to communicate so it's common he might walk funny, his voice slurring, or he acts mute. Kad's unpredictable, and likes taking the road less traveled by, or one not even there.
.x happened and gone}
When he was born, he was odd from the start. Maybe it was because his mother was already dying when she went into labor, so it seemed to him he just appeared into the world rather than born. Some say he hit his head on the way out, but they never did come to a conclusion. Kaden had a goofy smile on his face all through his first fews days, and had a weird growth pattern. He'd hang by himself playing with sticks and rocks, tripping and stumbling and crashing into things. His face always looked dazed like he was zoning out, but he never missed a beat in his pack life. Others thought it was because of the loss of his mother, or some gene messed him up. But he looked normal, he just didn't act right.
He was one when things really started to go downhill. He was getting more and more distant, and making less sense by the minute. When he was asked a question, he'd reply with some crazy statement. Slowly people started backing away from him, and soon he was the pack's outcast. Not that he was bothered by this; he still played and smiled crookedly to everyone he saw, not even noticing how they sneered. Life was happy for him, and nothing could go wrong in his little world. He didn't care if his Dad didn't accept of him, he'd go his own way.
During meal time one morning, all mouths paused as Kaden walked straight through the group, his eyes blank and jaw clamped. He kept walking and walking.. looking more serious than he ever had, but he wasn't all there. He walked out and up a path, and no one knew what he was doing. They were all hushed as they watched. Not a soul stopped him, and he just kept going, paws catching themselves on everything. He wandered through numbers of forests, playing with birds and squirrels and rocks and sticks. The sun was up 24/7 for him, everything happy. Every once in a while he'd get stuck somewhere and not eat for days, but he recovered like it was just a scratch. Since then, he doesn't stay one place for a while.
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