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Will you swear on your L I F E?
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Posted on December 7, 2014 at 05:10:14 PM by niflheim

niflheim

five

male

A more orange-amber, fades towards bright gold at the outer reaches of the iris.

He stands at thirty seven in height, and weighs in at one hundred and fourty six. He has luxurious fur, and it's soft to the touch, and his general build is somewhere between lithe and muscled, maybe athletically muscled is the closest correct term? He rides the line between strength and speed/agility, and he has a moderate chest and decently broad shoulders, and he's also there for good endurance. His coat is simple, and yet it just seems to pan out for him. He's a smoky silvery gray sort of colour, though in certain areas of his topline (ruff, shoulders, about half-way down his spine) the fur is tipped in a lighter white grey hue.

to be put simply, he's plagued by wanderlust. He loves traveling and freedom, not being tied down to any one place, though, if he found someone important enough he'd always come back to that place, and, if even stronger, would stay there if asked. He's generally calm and serene, as well as pretty welcoming, friendly, and curious. He likes hearing stories, and telling them, and is a rather fast learner.

niflheim's history is just a book bound full of...travels. not even as a pup was he just in one place. He's gone to all reaches of all sorts of lands, meeting new faces, learning more lore, telling all sorts of tales. it was only a matter of time before he'd set paw on Moladion soil, is it not?

has the ability to imprint

t r a n s i e n c e

Sampler post (wrote it up just for this site ^_^): Something that others will tell in stories some day was happening, something that will perhaps change the lives of some Moladion wolves forever. He has come, the one who wanders without ever remaining in one place for too long. He perhaps will never change from his wanderlust ways, because he wants to see everything and learn as much as he can, he wants to leave an impression on everyone he meets, whether they end up praising him or cursing him, whether they try to chase him away, there will always be that gleam in his orange-amber eyes. To wander is perhaps his calling, because no matter where he goes nowhere feels like home. Thoughts of all varities form in his head, and yet his paws alone dictate his path, for it is they who know where to go, because they never lose track. Then again it is ever present in his soul, to see what he can of the world. Learn all he can in this lifetime.

It wasn't long before he has breached Moladion, and his first impression is that it is vast and exciting. His body and paws are tired, and the sleepyness is sinking into his mind. And yet he feels the urge to explore, to meet somen before he finds a place to make a den, and yet his body protests, and so he sits and looks, ears swiveling to catch the music the landscape provides. There are birds and the rustling of foliage, the soft wind caressing through his fur, and it is then that he spies the perfect place to rest. He rises to his paws once more, an ear swiveling to a sound in the distance, something loud and yet he is not alarmed, he is not frightened or defensive.

As he lays down in his spot of choice, a rather grassy nook under a large tree. It is a rather pretty niche of nature, and he just may frequent it in his time here, until his stay here has been overstayed, until it is time to wander once more. His head is rested upon his crossed paws, sleep beginning to take hold, and his orange-amber eyes drift closed. Soon enough he is indeed in the realm of sleep, visions of dreams or maybe even memories parading within the confines of his mind. Yes he has fallen prey to the dreams, and yet they always walk at his side.

Within the confines of his hard-earned sleep, these memories haunt him, of the den he inhabited with his mother as a mere pup, and the whispers she said of nothing ever harming him. To this day he has remained untouched, almost as if even in death she protects him. He has somehow avoided all sicknesses and diseases, he has avoided fights with other wolves. He can usually talk his way out of things, but then again he never really seeks trouble, nor does he do anything to cause it.

rules have been read.

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  • Accepted! - By Meryl December 7, 2014 at 05:45:59 PM

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