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= I Will Die When I'm Ready, Not Before =
IP: 124.168.0.54
Posted on December 31, 2012 at 10:13:02 PM by Heyel

Name: Heyel

Age: 15 years

Gender: Male

Eye Colour: Deep, deep violet

Appearance: He is extremely good-looking and he knows it. He is tall and well muscled yet not overly so. He is beautifully balanced between speed and power with long, strong legs and a broad chest, a good covering of muscle and excellent athletic ability. His pelt is thick and luxuriant to the touch. His stride is long and very graceful; he is as close to wolf-perfection as they come. His pelt is a pure and untouched snowy white. He is missing half of his left ear from a battle fought long ago. I have never been asked what breed he is but I am going to assume arctic wolf and place him at 39in and 170lbs.

Personality: Arrogant, egotistical, vain, proud, cunning, sarcastic, highly intelligent, bold, loyal, honourable, manipulative etc

History: I would be here all day if I wrote this guys lol

Imprinting Ability: Yes

Rules Read: Yes

Word Minimum: 200

OOC: Tis Kite



Sample: Decided to honour Indus with a post from him, my first ever wolf character joined here.

Her silver head inclined softly upwards towards his own, a frown of disappoint touching her features though indeed hardly reaching her eyes or giving Indus reason for alarm, those flame-licked optics reflecting much of his own slight and often hidden humour back towards him before she spoke in a light voice and tone, the words holding a playfulness he expected of himself yet was somewhat surprised to see reflected within her as his earthen skull tipped once more in keen observation of the light within her gaze and voice, ears flicking forward with the sound, appreciating her subtle humour in much the same way as he selfishly appreciated his own, those emerald eyes for ever seeming to hold a joke that only he is given to hear. It is pleasant to find another that understands the subtle perfection of irony and the so often hidden humour in almost any situation. He nodded his agreement briefly

“So it would seem.”

He murmured, emerald gaze, so bright and vibrant within his dark pelt slid back towards her, lingering upon her features as she shifted and turned with his words, always seeking that which is left unsaid upon her features, within her eyes or the curve of her face. She is not the easiest of creatures to read, yet not is she the most difficult one he has faced in his time. Her features however, hold true, she does not disguise them so perfectly as Bliss had done, nor void them like Harper. Indeed in that moment he is reminded of Justice, of his mate of so many, many years and her control of such features, competent and yet not quite so masterful as to eluded him when she was given to try. At least however both females in this regard are not as Daft Punk, so open with emotion so quickly changing that he cannot keep up, nor like Heyel whose features seem to eternally reflect the opposite of his true feelings on any matter yet seem stuck in one facade of permanent derision, no, Prae has pleasant features, smooth and clear when she chooses and he finds that he likes this, in some quite corner of his mind. Of course he chooses not to speak it, his mind focused on her sleek figure as it moves against him, her muzzle brushing the underside of his neck before her tongue slid chastely forward to steal a kiss of sorts against his jaw.

The sensation is one of bliss, of heat and fire and warmth that singes his lower muzzle to encompass his frame from her mere touch and the intoxication of her presence. Surely such sensations of pleasure, of simply rightness of an action should not be allowed. It is a sensation of wholeness, a missing piece of himself within her and yet still some part of his mind pulls back. He has a mate, a mate he had promised always to choose, forsaking all others and yet he doesn’t have the strength to pull from Prae as he should, he likes her touch, he seeks it, wishes to coil himself around his living soul and yet Indus is loyal, unspeakably so to all those worthy of the last Knight’s valour and until he is sure, entirely sure that Justice will not return- he must respect what it is they had, for his children in the least. His muzzle tilts, lowering to her lesser height to press softly against her cheek, returning her gesture if not muted in a way before offering a slight smile. She must understand, if he need explain it he will. Justice has been his mate for years and years, he has known only her love, a true love and this matter of imprinting has eclipsed him entirely, he is fearful and wary yet powerless to stay away to not return her gestures of affection for indeed he is bound to her in every possible way, he has shared a night with her and forever until the day he dies he will have affection for her, he just not ready, not yet to give himself entirely. He is loyal until the last and he must decide what is to be done. A difficult decision when he is wrapped around her and one that brings a smile of humour to his lips all the same. She spoke again, her eyes lifting to his own.

“He did not seem to be a friendly type, then again, my presence did not seem to excite him. If you wish to be his friend, I will not prevent that, you have but to say it.”



*Note: Guys I don't use pounds and inches for anything so if any of my characters are really disproportional please just let me know.

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  • [x] - By BAB January 3, 2013 at 08:04:17 PM
    Accepted - By Chant December 31, 2012 at 10:59:57 PM

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