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She was almost a dead foal, Both parents were frames and I didn't see until after I bred them. >-< |
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I love this mare. Are they dapples or does she have the M color that I can never remember the name of? |
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RP between Bloodhound Grange and Broadway. Do not post unless your name is in the title but you are very much so allowed to read along! Thank you :) Plotline: When a canine joins a pack, it all seems normal, another member to welcome in. But the canine didn't come here to establish his dexterities or desire shelter, he came for someone, specifically, because vengeance is a confession of pain. And he cannot wait to redeem that. |
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┨R A N C O U R┠ ran-ker Meaning: An emotion of resentment Gender: Brute Age: 5 Rancour has a foul, grisly appeal to his face. An extensive, shivering toothy-grin, blazing sandy-hue irises, and pointy lobes. His physique is built for deftness and battling, with an enormous frame looming amongst the canines. He has enough mass to rout flimsier and slighter competitors underneath his figure, or at least, do a notable amount of impairment. He has dense fur, a bristly surface, a scraggy tassel, and longish limbs. His voice is profound and laced with gravelly rawness. And his fragrance is no diverse from an average brute, a pungent musky odor. Persona: Rancour is very deceitful in his character. But underneath the veneer of stoicism, he unleashes the full brunt of his wrath with a grin, which shows how he relishes in the pain of others. He loves to hold resentments, torture, and possibly oppress the powerless. Corrupt the naive and ridicule the abnormal. Rancour has a raging, intolerant, volatile, and supremely enterprising nature, which makes him prone to annihilating or maiming anyone who dares to stand in his footpath. And for causes apparent: he is physically assessing and arguably the most assertive predator in battle; his charisma and expressions bely an unanticipated and murderous nature with a hair-trigger temper; and his tapered teeth and claws are unparalleled in action. He emits rather politely, even to possible victims, with a satiny tone, though he inserts subtly condescending comments. He also seems fond of taunting and emotionally ridiculing his target until he's ready to make the murdering strike. Status: Outcast Other: Soals on DA |
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gender: Female
age: 5
Arrow, as her name suggests, is built lithe and sharp. Her snout tapers down, exposing some of her sharp teeth towards the front of her mouth. Her ears point back more often than not and her rusty eyes are focused at all times. Her body and limbs are lithe, built for complicated maneuvers. Because of this she takes on the role of the pack's frontrunner, responsible for taking out the ankles of large prey such as deer, caribou and moose. Arrow is agile, her paws calloused from the amount of hard running she does. Her glinting russet fur is torn up in places as when she's dancing through the underbrush to sneak up on her targets her coat often gets snagged by brambles or thorns. Her temperment is calm but closed off, she does almost everything for herself, she hunts because she needs to eat, she fights for the sake of her own turf. If there was promise of a better life somewhere she would not hesitate to high-tail it out of her current home, for now though she is obedient within her rank.... Arrow is not inherently agressive, and actually favours flight over fight. She is not built for physical brawls as most larger wolves outmatch her, so in the face of danger Arrow will do her best to dodge rather than attack, or in any other troublesome situation she will run and leave dead weight behind. This has lead to tension between her and an old friend...she rarely experiences guilt for this action but every now and then it does stab at her heart. If Arrow is ever in a situation where she can not avoid conflict she keeps her center low, teeth bared and aiming for the legs and underbelly of her oponent, usually this is enough to irritate them away or injure their leg badly enough to force them into retreat. A few well-aimed snaps to a tendon can render any wolf's leg immobile. If an enemy is caught with a movement imparement around her there is little hope left, because of her nature she will bite someone who is down if it leads to a personal victory. She has grown into this cruelty...but perhaps underneath the hard exterior, there is still a kind wolf? who just needs some trust to be let out. It will take a long time mind you.
Status: Frontrunner
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once rancour appeared in the motherland of the empire, his senses sweetened in mere whistles of the current, steering him the way into the campground, he, so terribly ought for. this came all so spontaneously. so incidental in his thoughts. the vengeance wasn't so alluring at the start of her disappearance. but after the despair, he got to undergo and mourn for, months. drove him into raw turmoil. into lunacy, he so detoured whilst her presence was near. and with her gone, he lost reign. lost all the power he once had, from an austere scar. and with pursuit inbound in his heart, he pursued biomes for her outstanding and unforgettable fragrance, to have eventually seized it. in a woodland full of warbles and rustles, presented by the flora and fauna. ''delicious,'' rancour drawled out, his voice laced with viscosity and friskiness before his presence like the overdrawing silhouette of a looming grove, vanished forth. driven by eros and a sliver of vindication. although, as much as passion propelled him to hurdle and tear his victim into particles and fragments of bones, he had to act shrewd. had to conspire a scheme of some sort, a strategy that was cunning and plausible enough that the canines abiding in the empire would think, he came here to establish as a competent brute. be a service to the empire, act normal, and act with submissiveness and compliance. be a regular brute, not solely to the lupines in the empire, but to her too. his foray and slaughter of her had to be undisclosed and formidable to figure out. with a silver tongue, he would slink his way out of any questionable troubles and acts. maybe pretend to be a little bizarre. maybe ferocious for a hunt. anything but a homicide. and as his stout mitts abode him so maliciously throughout the abundant woodland, his golden-threaded irises bore into the obliviousness of outlines adjust in the remote farness. just opaque figures flash through the crevices of the groves. he couldn't bound straightforwardly into the campground, as uncommon as it seems, he preferred to keep it obscure. make it seem like aid was so required for this vulnerable brute. so with a flesh-gobbling grin, his keen talons unsheathed from his mitt as he clashed across his fleshy thigh, drawing blood and a seemingly, extensive wound. conceivable enough. rancour thought. the wince of ache dwindled in his figure like a ripple of a wave as he tumbled on the sludgy ground, outstretching his physique and wrenching his face into a distressed expression. ''please!'' he cried. the viscosity of his voice shattered into stringy shrills. as his figure buckled and hauled forward, forsaking behind prominent trails of his build. and beads of blood for the carnivores to whiff out. he wasn't super settled on the believable or unbelievable side of his act, he just wanted to get in. introduce, maybe even exploit them into letting him merge into the empire and continue to implement his scheme. ''someone! i need aid!'' he cried again. |
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She spent her mornings the same way every single day: ~ the moment the sun peaked its lazy head above the horizon, as a sunflower would slowly greet the morning dew, she arose. Up to her feet, stretching her body to release the tension that had settled stiffly in her bones and muscles during her slumber. ~Arrow cracked open her jaw, to unstick her gums, and to capture the smells wafting in on the early breaths of the day. It was familiar, the same damp warmth that came from grass and soil being baked under the rays of the sun, dew drops evaporating into nothingness. Arrow watched this with her glossy hues, still half-closed as she sat down. Beneath her heavy lids keen eyes did rest, waiting for the other parts of her body to catch up and become alert. Such was the problem with having a quick mind…her physical form could never keep up. No matter how fast she ran. It left her itching so she dragged her thoughts away from her shortcomings.
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Now that Arrow was fully aware of herself and surroundings, she stood up and paced out into the sun, shaking the cold from her coat.
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The she-wolf yawned, mincing the ground under her tapered claws before heading away towards the river. She found comfort in the soft gurgling song that its shallow waters sang to her. Arrow lowered her red-furred face towards the banks, lapping up a mouthful of the cool liquid. As it ran down her throat she could feel herself being refreshed.
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Once she was satisfied Arrow darted away, into the shade of the trees once more to keep her presence hidden from any passing prey, as many of her targets came to the same brook during the early mornings. She was hoping to snag a rabbit perhaps…or a fattened vole, sadly, her morning meal would be rudely interrupted by a fellow pack member, her subordinate, approached her.
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They followed the appropriate behaviour when speaking to someone above them in the ranks, dipping their head below hers and licking her chin.
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Arrow acknowledged the other wolf, perking her ears “What is it?” Her voice was as sharp as the brambles that often snagged her coat, but not hostile.
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“News of a stranger in our territory…an injured male. They’re calling for you to inspect him”
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Arrow huffed, but gave a curt nod of her head “Lead me to the scene” She had a keen eye for spotting deception, and so she was often relied on to help with decisions in the pack.
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She trotted away from her little river, her head low and eyes open, she was sniffing the ground every now and then, trying to pick up a scent that may give her an insight on what awaited her. Nothing clear...not yet anyway. Though, a certain stench did burn at her nostrils, it was unpleasantly familiar. Like a sick kind of nostalgia. She wished to wash her poor snout of the foul smell but alas, the river was behind her now.
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As soon as she did arrive on the scene- her hackles were raised and her lips pulled back…tempting her muzzle into a snarl. She recognized that grizzly face- how could he of all wolves dare to show his face here? ~Then again...he was in pain. Arrow sighed, reluctanly walking closer, her steps careful and light, ready to spring away in case he lashed out "what happened to you?" She asked, her ears pulled back as she awaited an answer. |
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