- oschem
. male . white pelt . four . played by rawri .
BASIC
name | oschem.
age | four.
gender | male.
eye color | dull grey with green tinted flecks and emerald rims.
breed | tundra wolf.
APPEARANCE
height | 35in.
weight | 128lbs.
coloration | a natural off-white / very light grey color. example.
build | skinny and scrawny. he is small and sickly thin, his pelt stretched tight over his prominent bones. he looks more like a scavenging coyote than a wolf. he isn't well muscled or in any words strong, making him a wimp when it comes to fighting and hunting. he's more of a nomad and picks his meals like a vulture.
IMPRINTABILITY | yes.
OOC
rules read? | yes.
word minimum? | two hundred words.
how did you find us? | i played here once upon a time, and advertisements c:
ooc name | I typically go by Vanilla, but seeing my Chatango is Rawripooh, I'll just go by Rawri.
contacts | Chatango: Rawripooh / marble.jasmine@gmail.com
sample post | recycled section of a post
Trotzen gasped an exhale, his quivering breath ragged against his throat.
The air was sharp as daggers as it swept over him, the chilly touch making his skin tingle with numb pain. Tangled threads of his mane twisted and writhed along the thick of his nape from the powerful gust, intricate crystals of white spun all around him. The world was frozen with the painful cold; life was scarce, happiness was silenced by the unforgiving winter. A taut grimace stretched slowly on his velvet muzzle as he struggled to see with his emotionless black eyes, but the snow was too thick for him to see far out.
The screeching of the heavy wind blistered his ears. His enormous wings pushed against the swirling gusts with all of his might, but he was nothing compared to the brute strength of this unforgiving blizzard.
Maybe he should give up and let the storm pull him apart like a rag doll, throw and toy with him until his body was deemed lifeless. That's all he wanted, anyway. Death was a comforting feeling to Trotzen. He did not fear it one bit, instead, he welcomed it with wide open arms and another fake, fractured smile. He looked forward to his last day on this cruel planet, he wished nothing more to curl up and cease to exist. But until then, he'd live each melancholy day to its fullest, (its fullest being a meaningless routine in which he mechanically repeated day after day) seeing that he had long since adjusted to the absence of happiness in his life.
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