Post by emi on Jun 25, 2009 12:26:07 GMT -5
xYou shall call him...
Callion
xAnd nothing else....:
Anything else and he will decapitate you.
xIn a pack he is...
xHis seasons...
3
xLook at me...
A large wolf he isn't the first thing that you would want to mess with when it came to a fight. He looks strong and tall. Like he could easily kill you with the swipe of a paw. His long coat help the magesticicty of this effect. His size though, as big as it may be, makes him a clumsy runner at top speed. His weight makes him slow and deliberate on his moves.
His coat is a long glossy black with purple markings all over. From his muzzle down to his tail are ruins from what seems to had been ages ago. On his back between his shoulder blades are two spikes that have grown hard and calloused over time. These are where his wings use to be... On the crown of his head there are a pair of magnificent antlers that are a white color.
xWhat is that?
Fire
xRuthless?Or careful?
Even though he may seem ruthless Callion is really a loving creature. After you get past his hard exterior and his ice blue eyes that is. He can be a bit harsh at times but thats just the way life has made him. He is mostly like the big brother you never had. He is loving, very protective, loyal, and fun to be around.
xLook into my Eyes.
Ice blue
xWinged? Or bound for the ground?
Torn
xWhats your story?
Callion was raised by a pack that didn't love him. Most of his fellow wolves were small and stocky but fast. When he came out bigger than the rest it mortified them. His white antlers on the crown of his head and the black wings on his back were a sign of power for that pack. Even though he was told this he didn't believe it, never would. He was just bigger, nothing THAT odd.
Before the age of one he was flying, and he loved it. Nothing calmed him more than flying high above the clouds where no one could touch him. He would dip and twirl, catching some prey while up there. He was free, away from all the bullies and stares, he was his own. Nothing could have made him feel more free.
Right before the age of two he got into a huge fight with the members of his pack. It was four on one. By this time he was bigger than two of them put together. One jumped on his back clamping down on his wing. Callion felt the tearing of skin as he threw another wolf into the air with his antlers. He tried desperately to shake the wolf off his back to no prevail. With the deafening sound of breaking bone and tearing skin the wing was torn off. He wailed in pain, his blue eyes that before were cold and emotionless having a fire never before seen. The wolf went back for the second wing but Callion turned just in time to stab him through with his antlers turning them a blood red.
He slung the lifeless body off to wards the rest and backed himself to a huge boulder. "Who's next?" He growled his white teethed bared, the fur on his back bristled to the tip of his tail. He felt the other wing fall to his side. It was useless without its partner. He lept at the wolves before him deliberately turning his back on one of the strongest, while busying himself with the others.
He felt teeth dig into the flesh on his wing and as he tossed the wolf around he felt the tearing of flesh again. Pain flashed like lightening down his spine. Then it was done. With the crack of bone and skin his other wing was free. Now it was time for some fun...
He ran from his pack deciding that it was better to live a life alone than with enemies. He has ran ever since. The angel with broken wings.
xAnything else we should know?
xLover?
None
xKids?
None
xWhat in the stars are you?
Cancer: Loyal, strong, loving, hardheaded
xPicture- Thanks to Kerrigan!
Callion
xAnd nothing else....:
Anything else and he will decapitate you.
xIn a pack he is...
xHis seasons...
3
xLook at me...
A large wolf he isn't the first thing that you would want to mess with when it came to a fight. He looks strong and tall. Like he could easily kill you with the swipe of a paw. His long coat help the magesticicty of this effect. His size though, as big as it may be, makes him a clumsy runner at top speed. His weight makes him slow and deliberate on his moves.
His coat is a long glossy black with purple markings all over. From his muzzle down to his tail are ruins from what seems to had been ages ago. On his back between his shoulder blades are two spikes that have grown hard and calloused over time. These are where his wings use to be... On the crown of his head there are a pair of magnificent antlers that are a white color.
xWhat is that?
Fire
xRuthless?Or careful?
Even though he may seem ruthless Callion is really a loving creature. After you get past his hard exterior and his ice blue eyes that is. He can be a bit harsh at times but thats just the way life has made him. He is mostly like the big brother you never had. He is loving, very protective, loyal, and fun to be around.
xLook into my Eyes.
Ice blue
xWinged? Or bound for the ground?
Torn
xWhats your story?
Callion was raised by a pack that didn't love him. Most of his fellow wolves were small and stocky but fast. When he came out bigger than the rest it mortified them. His white antlers on the crown of his head and the black wings on his back were a sign of power for that pack. Even though he was told this he didn't believe it, never would. He was just bigger, nothing THAT odd.
Before the age of one he was flying, and he loved it. Nothing calmed him more than flying high above the clouds where no one could touch him. He would dip and twirl, catching some prey while up there. He was free, away from all the bullies and stares, he was his own. Nothing could have made him feel more free.
Right before the age of two he got into a huge fight with the members of his pack. It was four on one. By this time he was bigger than two of them put together. One jumped on his back clamping down on his wing. Callion felt the tearing of skin as he threw another wolf into the air with his antlers. He tried desperately to shake the wolf off his back to no prevail. With the deafening sound of breaking bone and tearing skin the wing was torn off. He wailed in pain, his blue eyes that before were cold and emotionless having a fire never before seen. The wolf went back for the second wing but Callion turned just in time to stab him through with his antlers turning them a blood red.
He slung the lifeless body off to wards the rest and backed himself to a huge boulder. "Who's next?" He growled his white teethed bared, the fur on his back bristled to the tip of his tail. He felt the other wing fall to his side. It was useless without its partner. He lept at the wolves before him deliberately turning his back on one of the strongest, while busying himself with the others.
He felt teeth dig into the flesh on his wing and as he tossed the wolf around he felt the tearing of flesh again. Pain flashed like lightening down his spine. Then it was done. With the crack of bone and skin his other wing was free. Now it was time for some fun...
He ran from his pack deciding that it was better to live a life alone than with enemies. He has ran ever since. The angel with broken wings.
xAnything else we should know?
xLover?
None
xKids?
None
xWhat in the stars are you?
Cancer: Loyal, strong, loving, hardheaded
xPicture- Thanks to Kerrigan!