Post by vvVENOM on Sept 9, 2012 23:31:15 GMT -5
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[/color]zorn! ![/i][/color][/color][/font]we all know how you love your turmoil
[/center]there is always a wrong to your right
and there will always be a war somewhere to fight
name;; Zorn
age;; 7 years
species;; Canis lupus, better known as Gray Wolf
ranking;; dominant
personality;;
Zorn could never be an Omega. From the moment of his birth, he was a leader. He confronts others head on without regard to rank, rarely taking a submissive stance. Though many might (and have) take it as an insult, he doesn't care. Zorn isn't the sort of wolf to back down no matter what the circumstance. From taking down a large kill to confronting an alpha, he faces the challenge without fear. It's gotten him into trouble plenty of times, sure. But it has never cost him his life, and it has always made him stronger.
As for his more internal issues, he has a hard time connecting with other canines. Where most alphas are charismatic, he is simply straightforward. Yes, he's sired several litters of pups in his lifetime, but he's never stayed with them long enough to feel affection towards him. Instead, he has an intense desire for power. Even beneath that bloodlust, there is a secret within his heart that even he doesn't know... He craves the ability to feel, to want to be around other wolves.
For now, he wanders and hunts. For a wolf of his age, he's seen more than his fair share of land. He hasn't found a pack that he's liked enough (or that accepted him) so he's searching. Perhaps if he ran into a female near the city, she would accompany him and try to break through his impenetrable shell.
As for field experience, Zorn can typically identify human traps, and his senses are extremely well-tuned to nature. His powerful limbs allow him to track the faintest of scents back to its source, and the radiation - in his opinion - has aided his nighttime vision. He can move silently and lightly despite his weight. Despite all of this, he's absolutely hopeless in suburban/city locations.
general appearance;;
Zorn's a fully grown male wolf, and a big one at that. In the winter, his thick coat makes him seem even more intimidating; in the summer, his fur is sleek against his well-built muscles. His eyes used to be a piercing gold, but since the radiation have shifted to orange, then to red, then to a menacing purple, where it has stayed. For his age, he has a normal amount of scars, the most notable being a large dark gash on the top of his left paw and another along his right flank.
fur color;; mottled. mostly dark gray with patches of brown and black. light underbelly.
eye color;; violet
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But how could he go? How could he just leave her? He always waited, always! But instead she watched from her window as the ship left deck. Even Koroku was there, dear Koroku, who hadn't had the sense of a rat to wake her up for some cursed reason. And now Dad was gone, gone for days without her. He needed her! She was the one that kept the waves from soaking the deck! The crew needed her! But no, he'd just left her there alone. He didn't even say goodbye. He always took her. Always...
The smell of the room reeked. Let it reek, snapped her head. Her heart was clenching, painful. Agonizing. She couldn't breathe unless it was smoke. Her head swarmed. Cradled between her thighs and resting on her underwear was the tumbler full of something amber-colored. Something pungent and sharp that burned worse than smoke. But it made her free, it made her light. Hot ashes slipped from her cigarette and fell between her bare breasts, rolling down to a stop on her skin.
They didn't even want her. They didn't bring her with them. She was useless, unwanted. Even if she begged, they wouldn't have taken her. Nobody liked someone like her. She was a child, just a stupid little kid that didn't know what she was doing and slept in ten minutes too late. She stared ahead, smoke filling and escaping and filling and escaping her lungs like some horrible waterbending. Someone told her that smoking so much could make you sick. Let me rot, hissed her head. Her lungs were black.
Her door opened. Sashu didn't look. Her mother was there, short and squat. Mom's mouth moved but Sashu only heard the way a pair of sailors laughed outside her window. Their laughs were awful, awful sounds. No one deserved to be happy today. She didn't even cover herself up. Mom didn't care. Sashu saw her mouth get bigger and bigger, but the smoke ate her words. Yelling meant nothing in the black.
After an eternity and more ashes down her chest, her mother finally turned to leave. "That's right," she whispered, smoke coiling around her lips. "Get out."[/quote]
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