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Posted on August 30, 2014 at 10:33:34 PM by SWALLOWBANE
Swallowbane
Nine years
Male
Deep, dark brown with flecks of blue and lavender
APPEARANCE
Swallowbane is a decently sized young man. He’s going to eventually fill out to about 125 pounds and stand around 35 inches at the shoulder. This is a creature built less for strength and more for speed, though he’s a little on the heavy side for it. He’s a bit clumsy on his feet, and could do to learn to be lighter, but spending a lot of time on the rocks of Solevion has given him the muscle memory for climbing. Bane’s base color is a mix of grey, black, tan and brown hairs. He’s got a crooked dorsal stripe and four black paws that come in at around half length. His coat texture is silky and smooth.
Imprint- yes.
rules read
200 words minimum
Been here.
Hound
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The creature tried not to be… well… everything your mother warned you about. The young man occasionally found it unavoidable. He’s trying to be kind, at least, and mother would be proud of him. Anything to make Moonglow proud, right? Anything for mom. The creature is attached to his family and his homeland, and that makes all the difference in the world. Swallowbane is a gentle example of what happens when parents don’t smother, but they care. He’s a young gentleman that’s willing to please… that hungers for it. All he wants is mother’s approval. And maybe something of his own to look after. That would make him more than happy as well. He has a burning desire to make sure everyone he cares about stays safe. The thing that drives Swallowbane crazy is the fact that they aren’t where he can protect them. It’s only then that the issue arises and he starts to panic. Panic doesn’t do a man like him well. It’s the panic that he fights down in his system, shoving it back and putting it away for another day. ”Grandma Boneclaw… yeah, that’s what they say. It’s hard to be that old and not be wise.” The words come with what could be more sass than he means. The young man loves her as he loves the rest of his family, but he’s a generation too late to make waves in the pack structure. He’d figure out where to go from his adulthood once he got there. Solevion was his home, it meant more than almost anything to him. All the important things that crashed around in his head were… well, important. Family, the onset of friends, home, health—all the things that a pup shouldn’t worry about. They forgot so easily that Swallowbane was the worrying sort. He found a bit of embarrassment welling up in his chest as the young lady looked away. He didn’t mean to make her uncomfortable… Swallowbane was on the brink of worrying he’d lost a new friend so soon. She was pretty, eye catching, and he wanted to make friends. The creature stretched slightly, the crooked dorsal stripe that painted down his back wobbling as he did so. If he turned just right it wasn’t so crooked… the imperfections made him quirky… odd. Different. Welcome to Swallowbane’s world. He notices the imperfections in the girl’s speech, and they make him grin. There’s a wag to his bushy tail and a brightness in his flecked eyes. The hitch in her grammar is what he’d call cute if he could find the words. The cute factor was seriously distracting. Swallowbane managed to tune back in as she asked her question-- ”My mother is our healer, Moonglow.” The tone he uses is reverent—the woman is the center of his whole world. As he continues, coming to his dad, it hardens some. It’s not that he doesn’t love the man, he just lacks the real man’s man attitude. ”Her mate, my dad is Alcide.” The young man nods absently to himself. ”Would you tell me what your language is?” Swallowbane knows not how grammar works in other languages, but he has a feeling it has something to do with the young lady’s speech pattern. It’s something that he doesn’t bother much with, but it’s caught his attention. Lots of things about Calista have caught his attention, and it’s brilliant. Once more his tail is wagging, a light spreading across his face. He thinks for another moment, Swallowbane does. ”Can I ask about your parents… why you’re out wandering by yourself?” Such a pretty girl on her own… is she the lonesome sort? Sometimes Swallowbane finds the sinking suspicion he is, himself. The young woman speaks. Her voice, a certain accented thing, captures his attention. Swallowbane’s head rests upon his paws, tilted to the woman where she lies. It’s something that he can find himself drifting in—the sun and the sound of a new friend at his side. At the mention of the woman and her place of being, his ears droop to his skull. The creature nods. ”I do know what you’re talking about… it takes some finding, I think.” He knew his home was in Solevion—it was where his mother was. For now it was all that it took to make a place a home… family. Family was everything. hound’s formerly Nightfire | yearling | Alcide X Moonglow |
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