Hyde™
Dependent Wolf
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Post by Hyde™ on Feb 6, 2007 23:50:08 GMT -5
There was a boy... ------------------------------------------------ The signature... Tribal The timeline... six The hormones... caliph The blood... lupin The follower of... the Sangre Pack The teachings... dark
A very strange enchanted boy... ------------------------------------------------ The mask... Tribal is a exeptionaly large male, just like his brother. The pelt that surrounds him is of a stormy color with a darker tint of steel, and in some spots there is patches of black. Hairs that sprout from his under belly are of a cream color. The pigmintation that his voids have taken is a dark aureate hue that also hold a dark flecks of a deep chocolate speckle when the Apollo's rays catch them just right. Identical to Xerxes. The only me... There is nothing really to say about Tribal's dark life. He is just the same as Xerxes threw and threw. He kill without a thought on who it is that he is killing. But unlike Xerxes, there is not a soul that can tame's his agressive nature. Xerxes can only subdue it for short amounts of time.
They say he wandered very far... ------------------------------------------------ The regrets... The history of this wreckless brute is just about the same as Xerxes'. He has followed Xerxes loyaly threw out their lifes. He fought at Xerxes' side, bled with him, fumed over the few losses that occured for them, and helped reach the many sought out victories together.
Though Xerxes was raised by another wolf they still ended up the same. True brothers, acting as if they never spent a day apart in their life. Once they saw eachother, they knew. They knew they were brothers. It was as if they looked into a mirror.
Unlike Xerxes, Tribal has never had a mate, nor has he had a pup. The only company that he has shared was Xerxes and the members of Xerxes' former pack.
A little shy and sad of eye... ------------------------------------------------ The lover... never had one The kin... none The sibling... idenical twin to Xerxes The friends... Xerxes and Dargon The foes... Anyone against Xerxes or the Sangre Pack
But very wise was he... ------------------------------------------------ The want... Tribal searched for a mate that is the same as he, a wolf that is dark, who yearns to kill, but knowns the true meaning of being a dark. To not be all big and bad and hate the contact of everyone, that is not was a dark is. He wants someone who will be by his side untill the bitter end, but will also stick up for her self The age needed needs to be around his age (four-six). The alliance needs to be dark or neutral/dark. The unneeded... Tribal does not want a fem who he needs to baby sit. He lives the life style were he does not have the time to worry about her, and if a fight broke out and he needed to fight, he needs to be able to know she can fend for her self.
----------------------------------------------- And then one day A magic day he passed my way And while we spoke of many things Fools and kings This he said to me "The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to Love and be Loved in return"
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Post by S a r d o n i c;; on Feb 7, 2007 1:16:46 GMT -5
cursed...Fever;; Damned...Female;; Lived...Four Winters;; Bleeds...Wolf;; =========== Searching for a group;; Her blood runs...Dark;; =========== Her main frame hue is of creamy white. Light tints of red run her paws, as if it were red dirt, and the backs of harks. Eye's are tinted a light brown color with golden flecks strune about the circles of color inside. She has a long wintery pelt about all year long, but the thickness drops from her over summer time. Her fur tends to stay neat, for she has an awkward attraction to water, helping keep the blood and soil off of her cream coat;; She is what one would forsake, for she has a wild heart. She is very good at killing without thought, and has done it a reasonable series of times. She isn't the best hunter, only because a rabbit may turn out a a dirty, blood drenched, skinless heap upon the ground. Most times something that isn't very appealing to the sensitive gut. She can be rude, and cold, careless of what others think of her and who she really is. She isn't hung up in the past, no, only in the present. They say this fem suffers from mental-illness, they call her crazy. Whoever said she suffers from it? She nejoys every last minute of it. The freedom to run and kill without notice or concern, the feeling of blood boiling through her veins when the lust of hate crawls through her. She isn't one though, you would find always alone. She tends to enjoy company of her type, dark type. Now, if your not dark, god bless you aren't killed;; People often wonder about her. Who she is, why she is. It isn't from past expeiriances, she ignores past. And it isn't from present happenings either. Maybe she is just dark? maybe she just has a love for freedom and the boiling feel of hate? maybe, she is the normal one, and you aren't;; =========== She has...No Kin She Runs Side by side with...NothingShe Wants... someone who will care for her, but do little when it comes to babying. She want one to respect her for who she is, and understand her heart will never be truely tame, but will still ach for her. She wants one who can spill blood wit her, murder, cause mischeive, and be with the moment. =========== (description matcher much? haha.interesting. And wasn't on purpose. I wasn't sure if it should be sudden, so I'll make a post just in case )
=========== Cold Danty opticals reflected the shining sea of mist, glinting in the thick, damp air. A bitter-sweet scent of another lupin aroma drenched flaring nostrols, excitement swelling slightly within the chest, heart tightening.
The wolf had a sleek, feminine frame, with long, sleek muzzle, long legs, and thin torso. She was, indeed feminine, but not a flower-hugger. No, she was a cold blooded mescheivious fem, with a heart of darkness.
Pedistals stood motionless, razor claws digging slightly into the softened geo's skin. Harks shifted to and fro on skull, locating the male lupin slowly, but percisely.
"I know of your existance"
bitter-sweet lyrics tuned aimlessly into the mist, eyes squinting to try and peer through it's masking coat.
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Post by S a r d o n i c;; on Feb 8, 2007 1:37:57 GMT -5
I suppose I pull Fever from this post. [/color]
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