Post by faust on Mar 5, 2009 20:39:37 GMT -8
N a m e:
Fogwolf
G e n d e r:
Tom
A g e:
16 Moons
C l a n:
Lakeclan
R a n k:
Warrior
I m a g e:
See signature.
F a m i l y:
m o t h e r ; grayleaf
f a t h e r ; frostfang
b r o t h e r ; grimhaunt
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e:
click ittt.
he's not fat. D8
C o m p a n i o n:
Accompanying the smoke-hued tom known as Fogwolf is an odd sort of creature, but very often see. A radiant crimson taints the tasseled flesh of the dodging squirrel. Drafts of cream making their involvement on the animal's underbelly. Tane is a mild reflection to the nature of fog, in that he too seems to have a touch of arrogance in 'im. Minuscule chest protruding outwards and the awkwardly sized skull erect upon a duo of bony shoulders. The companion never seems to be still, but also acts in a manner that puts off an air of unruled leisure.
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
A lithe figure of knotted muscle chorded throughout. Gray in cloaking and a chrome and cerulean in the depths of sight.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
to begin to describe, eye-catching, rugged, an interesting specimen to lay eyes upon. he's a drawer of your attention, a distraction to the unaware, and maybe a tad vain. to start us off, something simple. pelt is a varying mixture of hues, and colors. though at first this is hard to see. one must focus to get the full force of fog. he lives up to his name with a smoky painted fur color. the dominating part that is, because in the blend is the soft likes of a mild alabaster. also including streaks of daring ebony and even darker stripes of a silver tint. the lines wrapping in a slithering formation around the young tom's legs to form small bands of the shade.
attentive ears seem overly large for the sharp head of the warrior. the thing upon his shoulders well cut and of a decent shape, his ears stick out from this to form pointed towers. In between these is a light stripe running in a straight order over the top of his skull. facial appearance is a formidable sight. lips are always twitching upwards in an enticing, welcoming grin. eyes are a dazzling visual of an almost slated grey that matches his coat, but distorted by an offset of blue. around the location of his eyes is other tattoo like markings that agree quite well with him.
build is lithe and slender, an elegant motion about him strutted by his undeniable swagger that gives an insight to his personality. shoulders are well broadened, natural way for his youth and the tom enjoys keeping a fit, masculine figure. for the ladies entertainment of course. tail is a prided possession about fog as it is always moving, displaying his mood with it's awkward movements. one can always tell how fog is feeling by the motions of his tail.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
easy now, easy now. fog is not a gentle fellow, not at all. devious a keyword, a descriptive lettering. wily is the turmoil of his mind. easygoing attitude is only a cover-up to mischievous misfortunes. ever crafty is he of the name fog. never to live down such a reputation! cats are always peeking over their shoulders when the tom is around. making sure that they will not be the latest victim of the trouble making miscreant. he's never one to turn down such an opportunity.
most always you will find fog in a chipper, bring-your-heart up mood. he's a dashing one, one for the ladies. vanity does tend to strike in these type of circumstances. the youth is a bragging one. one to showoff and amuse, he thrives off attention. overall this however, the higher will most often never have a problem when telling fog his task. he'll listen if he thinks it right and true. always wary of corrupt schemings, he will always study every angle of what is asked of him.
although he may come off as full of himself and shallow. trying to impress the she-cats and such. he would never hesitate at a shot of something that might run out for the better good. loyal to whomever claims him as their's, and whomever he claims as his. one would do well to stay away from loved ones and those close to him if they mean harm, for in every being there is always a side. a side that would set them off, anger is never too far away when the cause is just.
O v e r a l l:
All in all, the average of this not-so-complex sequence is simple. Chrome tissue layers give vague insight to the spirited enactments beneath. Questionable persona always the opportune of encouraging moments. Electrifying sparks always flaring in varying aqua depths - flames on water. Unpredictable at the worst of times, but never to let down. An interesting encounter could be had with the tom,
S a m p l e:
Head hung low, undistinguished amongst the other features of the creature. Muzzle lingered pre-cautiously over the mothering earth as protruding fangs gave way to something much more than one would expect.
Ivory gleamed as facial became a deathly contortionist. The environment dueled the cards against him as destruction was tasted so delightfully upon the air. Greedy lungs inhaled it without prompt. Infatuation his for the time being.
Desire was an ever lively factor. Eyes scanned ever so cunningly about. Seeking, searching for something to brighten his disheartened spirit. If there was a spirit to have that is. For justal was, as you would say, ever so bored.
His gaze was casted to wards the sky as a curling smirk penetrated his lips. His figure became outlined against the stained siding of a crumbling structure. Jutting and rugged in his physical state, it suited him quite wells.
Advance was made to wards the ruins of what had been. The building, or what was left of it, emitted a foul scent that would have made the nose cringe of many another body, but not to this boy. Nares embraced the putrid odors that clung to him, even after he had left the site.
Probing steps led the lord in that futuristic direction as his way was made with light, hesitant takes inside. The floorboards groaned in protest against his bodily weight, and carcass surpassed the frame and rusted hinges that had once made a barrier, a door to keep such as him out.
Tattered filth was all that met his eyes. Paradise, a sweet reckoning! The rotting remains of a rough looking couch appealed to the wolven as he eyed it interestedly. Haunches coiled and bunched slightly as his trailing limbs sprung to make his bodice airborne, for mere seconds.
Justal made circular motions on top of the cushions before he laid himself to rest on the worn surface. An upgrade from the ground if nothing less. It made the lord feel royal, and who was to say anything against him. To say that such a noble one as him was not a such a thing?
Jaws unlatched and their gaping chasm exposed itself as a soft sound was rumbled into the atmosphere and rested upon the wind. Words were hidden in this. Audible barely to even the most gentle of ears.
"I'll be your king."
C o d e . P h r a s e:
I'll whisper you all my secrets
underneath a starlit sky.
I'll let loose all my sorrows -
and prove we can fly.
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