Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Jul 10, 2010 12:30:14 GMT -5
X Name:
Wyvern Gale
X Nicknames:
Wye (said like the letter)
X Age:
Wye is 1 and 1 month
X Gender:
male
X Desired Pack:
Nigori Marshlands
X Rank:
Subordinate is fine (if Wye is still classified as a pup then that’s also fine but he will have to go and hunt if Zed does as they are bound to one another).
X Looks:
Despite everything there is biologically that makes him wolf, Wye is a wolf that looks very much more Hyena. He is small but then he is a pup, he has yet to fully outgrow his oversized paws and ears but he’s not too far off. Other than the catching up his body doesn’t seem particularly inclined to grow much more. It would appear that this little wolf is fated to remain, little.
His ears are black and round and have two white bands on them, these continue on the backs of his ears and travel down them as two lines that then meet at a point on his scalp, the left ear has a small chip in it. His eyes are bright and they look down at his little black nose. His gums are black and the cavity is red, strangely long white teeth protrude making his grin a bit more off than you would expect. His whiskers are white and are longer than usual and more prominent.
His fur is a beautiful light brown and his spine has a small black trail along it that expands over the back of his head mixing with the black of his ears and running down his snout. His tail tipped right at the very end with white. This white also covers his toes and all four of his legs are black socked to the joint. His fur has little patches of black that blend into the sandy mud colour of his fur but they are not as obvious as spots but a blended-at-the-edges patchwork effect that covers his shoulders, hips and his chest. His chest has a lush crop of fur that is white tipped and very, very soft.
X Power:
Wyvern can create from the energy of his mind a solid form. It is his energy and power given form and that form is an old fashioned duelling pistol that he can fire bullet formations of his energy from. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, this is giving the nervous energy from his mind a physical form so he can fire a maximum of six shots in the space of two minutes before he must rest his mind, he would not be able to carry on with basic functions after exerting this as his mind would be too overused and start to shut down. He fires it from his mouth somehow able to take no encumbrance from the whole opposable thumbs thing but when you look back at him after he has fired it, it will be gone. He can disperse it with ease and so he ensures all think they are seeing things so that his weird weapon is hidden. This weapon he hides. It is an honour to be shot with this and he only has ever and will ever shoot one wolf. For every other he uses his claws and teeth and body strength, he is smaller than normal so this isn’t great but it is enough, and he doesn’t intend to fight much anyway. He vowed to shoot his sister with this gun once but never got the chance for he had mastered it too late. The only wolf he shoots is his Zedderik.
X Eyes:
Wye has dark black rims around his eyes that give the appearance similar to one wearing liquid eyeliner. This dark black border marks the separation between his eyes and the surrounding flesh and fur. On the other side of the black are dark grey patches as if he constantly wore eye shadow, giving a look like a hollowed out eye socket of a skull. This grey then stops and his fur colours begin.
His eyes themselves are all white, no iris, pupil or white can be determined as there really is only whiteness of a pearly marble like nature. They do still however posses intelligence and focus that any normal eyes show.
X Wings:
Only Wye has wings and their feathers are a bright and vibrant red, they look like that of an angel and are large enough to give him the use of flight, they have yet to fully grow with him.
X Personality:
Wye is little but is full of energy with only a small requirement of sleep to keep it going however his energy is much less hyperactive sugar mad than dear Tarquinn. He does however enjoy jumping into all the ponds, trying to squeeze into every nook and cranny he can find or even more so bounding about the marshlands doing drop and roll moves to get utterly covered in mud. Then comes the attack! His ears will stick up out of the mud pile that he is and he will begin to sneak, then trot then break into a powerful run and lunge, half mud, half tussock of uprooted grass, all wolf and then jumping Zed. He looks like a hyena and has the personality to match. His laugh is beyond his years in the complete weirdness it possesses especially upon causing pain to his beloved Zed. It does still maintain within it the innocence of his age, he does still have that puppy cuteness, all the unbridled energy of a pup in a giant mud bath and unawareness of things and he as such has a habit of speaking his mind, a habit that isn’t aided by his newfound company and unbreakable partnership with Mr. Shryke himself.
That and his sadistic nature makes him the perfect accompaniment for the masochist Zed.
X History:
Wyvern lived in the wet lands and the forests were humid but he was used to it, adapted for it and the warmth this gave him was perfect. He had his mama and his papa and he loved them to bits but even above these two wolves was his sister.
Wye has always loved her right from the very, very beginning when he saw her and he could just feel her in his heart and he knew she could too. She was so fun and pretty and they were literally inseparable throughout all of their life, if only she could come with him to Aelyn, he knew that she would love it instantly.
His favourite thing about her was that she had gained from their mama, the ability to heal. With her it was even stronger then mama’s cause she could start healing as soon as the damage was still doing. This just made biting down on her very pointy ears all the more fun. Her ears had already gained a look like a mouse-nibbled paper corner from all the times he’d bit her but they didn’t’t mind ‘cause to him it was fun and games and to he it was painless. Even though mama had healing she’d send Wye flying across the den for hurting his sister cause she was that protective but she was really very glad that the family was so close, or at least even if these two ignored the others they had each other. She’d still yell at them for hurting on another but this just made them turn to one another and snigger before she then knocked their heads together.
One night however ruined it all. It was dark and wet and the air was stagnant with winter and that night the dark clouds finally released their sorrow and down came the rain and the snow and the terrors began.
From a near hill stared down the leering, burning eyes of him. He saw them all and his little.. Committee were already at his hide and paw to run down with him and let the torture begin.
Flames appeared and enveloped him, fire was consuming all of these wolves, each in their own way as this group of fire elementals grinned their fires burned brighter and darker as the sinister look in their eyes was clear. Blood would spill and for them it would be delicious.
Their fire was strong and it tore through he sleet with out mercy or and sign of ceasing. They ran about the dens and laughed as soon the smell of blood and rotting wolf carcase filled the nostrils of the pup.
He felt horror as, with his family he fled the dens. They were doing this for fun, he tried to understand, a part him wanted to understand so he could be one of them, to fit in as a natural feeling in one so young. The horror was still there but the joy of the power he was all to aware of.
They split and soon his mother was screaming, somewhere in the fire, she was telling them, no demanding that they regroup and was a demand of urgency but came too late. All the pup’s wide eyes could see completely blocked the rest. His sisters throat was there in the jaws of the fire wolfs leader and her head had fallen.
His mind must’ve rebooted after that cause he remembered nothing but the moment her head had hit the earth, severed from her body. But now he was being carried, carried in jaws and smells that he did not know but this copper wolf was running from the fire and he knew he was safe.
He didn’t’t want this. He wanted to be with her as she had died so he could then die with her, so he could meet her in the after pass. He didn’t’t wanna be free of those flames. His body could not protest but his mind was screaming and his eyes were crying out, unheard.
X Other:
The duo have a relationship more like mates and sometimes brothers rather than father and son. I think the love of the play fights with his sister and the love of her overall and how he could never hurt her is what brought about his love of causing pain. That and the looking forward to the revenge against the fire-wolves.
X Parent Description:
His mama was red bodied and red winged and her ears were round like his. Her tail long and fox-like, something his sister had inherited and her teeth were jagged like his. She had bluey green eyes that pierced the night and her heart and her body was warm. He adored her and her personality but even more he loved how funny it was when her oversized paws battered his cheeks and sent him spinning. He would be able to do that with his own wings one day and that would make her laugh when he over theorised such things.
His papa was brown like dried mud but his ears were pointed and long like his daughters. His eyes were white and colourless save for the marble like sheen they held. He was chubby but not unfit and his stamina was high much to the surprise of those that challenged him. Even the Alpha couldn’t outrun Wyvern’s papa.
X Mate:
Nope but despite his age is still searching for his perfect fae.
X Pups:
None
X Zodiac Sign:
Aquarius
Wyvern Gale
X Nicknames:
Wye (said like the letter)
X Age:
Wye is 1 and 1 month
X Gender:
male
X Desired Pack:
Nigori Marshlands
X Rank:
Subordinate is fine (if Wye is still classified as a pup then that’s also fine but he will have to go and hunt if Zed does as they are bound to one another).
X Looks:
Despite everything there is biologically that makes him wolf, Wye is a wolf that looks very much more Hyena. He is small but then he is a pup, he has yet to fully outgrow his oversized paws and ears but he’s not too far off. Other than the catching up his body doesn’t seem particularly inclined to grow much more. It would appear that this little wolf is fated to remain, little.
His ears are black and round and have two white bands on them, these continue on the backs of his ears and travel down them as two lines that then meet at a point on his scalp, the left ear has a small chip in it. His eyes are bright and they look down at his little black nose. His gums are black and the cavity is red, strangely long white teeth protrude making his grin a bit more off than you would expect. His whiskers are white and are longer than usual and more prominent.
His fur is a beautiful light brown and his spine has a small black trail along it that expands over the back of his head mixing with the black of his ears and running down his snout. His tail tipped right at the very end with white. This white also covers his toes and all four of his legs are black socked to the joint. His fur has little patches of black that blend into the sandy mud colour of his fur but they are not as obvious as spots but a blended-at-the-edges patchwork effect that covers his shoulders, hips and his chest. His chest has a lush crop of fur that is white tipped and very, very soft.
X Power:
Wyvern can create from the energy of his mind a solid form. It is his energy and power given form and that form is an old fashioned duelling pistol that he can fire bullet formations of his energy from. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, this is giving the nervous energy from his mind a physical form so he can fire a maximum of six shots in the space of two minutes before he must rest his mind, he would not be able to carry on with basic functions after exerting this as his mind would be too overused and start to shut down. He fires it from his mouth somehow able to take no encumbrance from the whole opposable thumbs thing but when you look back at him after he has fired it, it will be gone. He can disperse it with ease and so he ensures all think they are seeing things so that his weird weapon is hidden. This weapon he hides. It is an honour to be shot with this and he only has ever and will ever shoot one wolf. For every other he uses his claws and teeth and body strength, he is smaller than normal so this isn’t great but it is enough, and he doesn’t intend to fight much anyway. He vowed to shoot his sister with this gun once but never got the chance for he had mastered it too late. The only wolf he shoots is his Zedderik.
X Eyes:
Wye has dark black rims around his eyes that give the appearance similar to one wearing liquid eyeliner. This dark black border marks the separation between his eyes and the surrounding flesh and fur. On the other side of the black are dark grey patches as if he constantly wore eye shadow, giving a look like a hollowed out eye socket of a skull. This grey then stops and his fur colours begin.
His eyes themselves are all white, no iris, pupil or white can be determined as there really is only whiteness of a pearly marble like nature. They do still however posses intelligence and focus that any normal eyes show.
X Wings:
Only Wye has wings and their feathers are a bright and vibrant red, they look like that of an angel and are large enough to give him the use of flight, they have yet to fully grow with him.
X Personality:
Wye is little but is full of energy with only a small requirement of sleep to keep it going however his energy is much less hyperactive sugar mad than dear Tarquinn. He does however enjoy jumping into all the ponds, trying to squeeze into every nook and cranny he can find or even more so bounding about the marshlands doing drop and roll moves to get utterly covered in mud. Then comes the attack! His ears will stick up out of the mud pile that he is and he will begin to sneak, then trot then break into a powerful run and lunge, half mud, half tussock of uprooted grass, all wolf and then jumping Zed. He looks like a hyena and has the personality to match. His laugh is beyond his years in the complete weirdness it possesses especially upon causing pain to his beloved Zed. It does still maintain within it the innocence of his age, he does still have that puppy cuteness, all the unbridled energy of a pup in a giant mud bath and unawareness of things and he as such has a habit of speaking his mind, a habit that isn’t aided by his newfound company and unbreakable partnership with Mr. Shryke himself.
That and his sadistic nature makes him the perfect accompaniment for the masochist Zed.
X History:
Wyvern lived in the wet lands and the forests were humid but he was used to it, adapted for it and the warmth this gave him was perfect. He had his mama and his papa and he loved them to bits but even above these two wolves was his sister.
Wye has always loved her right from the very, very beginning when he saw her and he could just feel her in his heart and he knew she could too. She was so fun and pretty and they were literally inseparable throughout all of their life, if only she could come with him to Aelyn, he knew that she would love it instantly.
His favourite thing about her was that she had gained from their mama, the ability to heal. With her it was even stronger then mama’s cause she could start healing as soon as the damage was still doing. This just made biting down on her very pointy ears all the more fun. Her ears had already gained a look like a mouse-nibbled paper corner from all the times he’d bit her but they didn’t’t mind ‘cause to him it was fun and games and to he it was painless. Even though mama had healing she’d send Wye flying across the den for hurting his sister cause she was that protective but she was really very glad that the family was so close, or at least even if these two ignored the others they had each other. She’d still yell at them for hurting on another but this just made them turn to one another and snigger before she then knocked their heads together.
One night however ruined it all. It was dark and wet and the air was stagnant with winter and that night the dark clouds finally released their sorrow and down came the rain and the snow and the terrors began.
From a near hill stared down the leering, burning eyes of him. He saw them all and his little.. Committee were already at his hide and paw to run down with him and let the torture begin.
Flames appeared and enveloped him, fire was consuming all of these wolves, each in their own way as this group of fire elementals grinned their fires burned brighter and darker as the sinister look in their eyes was clear. Blood would spill and for them it would be delicious.
Their fire was strong and it tore through he sleet with out mercy or and sign of ceasing. They ran about the dens and laughed as soon the smell of blood and rotting wolf carcase filled the nostrils of the pup.
He felt horror as, with his family he fled the dens. They were doing this for fun, he tried to understand, a part him wanted to understand so he could be one of them, to fit in as a natural feeling in one so young. The horror was still there but the joy of the power he was all to aware of.
They split and soon his mother was screaming, somewhere in the fire, she was telling them, no demanding that they regroup and was a demand of urgency but came too late. All the pup’s wide eyes could see completely blocked the rest. His sisters throat was there in the jaws of the fire wolfs leader and her head had fallen.
His mind must’ve rebooted after that cause he remembered nothing but the moment her head had hit the earth, severed from her body. But now he was being carried, carried in jaws and smells that he did not know but this copper wolf was running from the fire and he knew he was safe.
He didn’t’t want this. He wanted to be with her as she had died so he could then die with her, so he could meet her in the after pass. He didn’t’t wanna be free of those flames. His body could not protest but his mind was screaming and his eyes were crying out, unheard.
X Other:
The duo have a relationship more like mates and sometimes brothers rather than father and son. I think the love of the play fights with his sister and the love of her overall and how he could never hurt her is what brought about his love of causing pain. That and the looking forward to the revenge against the fire-wolves.
X Parent Description:
His mama was red bodied and red winged and her ears were round like his. Her tail long and fox-like, something his sister had inherited and her teeth were jagged like his. She had bluey green eyes that pierced the night and her heart and her body was warm. He adored her and her personality but even more he loved how funny it was when her oversized paws battered his cheeks and sent him spinning. He would be able to do that with his own wings one day and that would make her laugh when he over theorised such things.
His papa was brown like dried mud but his ears were pointed and long like his daughters. His eyes were white and colourless save for the marble like sheen they held. He was chubby but not unfit and his stamina was high much to the surprise of those that challenged him. Even the Alpha couldn’t outrun Wyvern’s papa.
X Mate:
Nope but despite his age is still searching for his perfect fae.
X Pups:
None
X Zodiac Sign:
Aquarius