i’m hazardous, baby. « Thread Started on Mar 13, 2006, 3:03pm »
i hope you choke on all the words you spoke when you were screaming at me.
alias; Chemical.
years; Six.
sex; Mascu.
peltage; A mix of grey and tan from his muzzle to the tip of his tail; the rest of him is tan, beige, russet, and a bit of grey.
mirrors; Cold amber.
path; Dark.
persona; Chemical is a trickster - speaking in riddles and asking questions with no obvious answers. He is a gentleman to all faes - light, neutral, and dark alike - but to mascus...he is a jackass, talking smart to get the younger males hyped up and ready to fight. He is a tough fighter, and doesn’t like to be messed with, because he will use his wiseness and age to overpower the other male, or female, he is fighting. He is abnormally quite, observing and thoughtful, but don’t let that fool you - he can be quite vicious if he has to be.
image; Sig.
skills;
Large mascu of half dire blood placed a large mitt onto the soft, damp terrain. The rain had just stopped pouring down from the heavens, and a thick, swirly fog settled over the forest. It was quite beautiful, the scenery enveloped in that thick, luscious fog, but it made it a bit difficult to see if you were going to trip over something. Therefor, the mascu checked to see if his footing was sure, as it normally was, by placing his mitts gingerly before him, at a quick pace, looking like little more than a ghost in the lifeless terrain. No other wolves were around him, nothing but small creatures such as squirrels and rabbits, who, in his opinion, were little more than future food.
Chemical raised a brow quizically as he stepped out of the humid forest and into a clearing. His pelt was slightly damp, as was the soil beneath his beige mitts. His jowls parted in a simple, silent yawn, his ivories clearly visible. And just like that, they disappeared behind the flesh of his jowls again, the blood tinted, yellowed ivories now gone from view. Only if he had to yawn again, or if he had to gain some disrespecting young wolf’s attention would he flash his ivories again. His cold amber mirrors scanned the clearing, a part of the large forest which was, in turn, part of a large terrain, which was packless. He sat upon his large grey and beige haunches to ponder. Should he claim the land? He knew that he was in the midst of dark terrains, so there would be no problem with that. But he was quizical to see if someone would object to his claiming call.
Nevertheless, he threw back his finely shaped skull and howled his dominance. A long, mournful yet harmonic solo that proved that he had lung capacity as well as physical power. After finishing his call, Chemical glanced around and saw no other wolves approaching with an angry expression on their facade.
Good.
ooc; sorry for the sample post, it’s a bit...weird? i just made it up and went along with it.
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