Kalen Hemera

Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf

Appearance:
Let me tell you. Let me--just hang on for a hot second. This man stands approximately 6'4" tall with the stance that could probably send warning bells ringing in a church. Not only does Kalen have an astounding height, this man has the muscle form of the statues of Roman heroes. Rippled, toned, looking like he was likely chiseled from the marble itself. His broad shoulders, his toned chest, the way he holds himself--it all just screams godly.

His skin is a bit more on the dark side, with a warm tan color. It looks like the warm color of coffee with a slight bit of milk. Or the touching of varnish on fresh wood. It mixes well with his dark brown hair that waves. It falls in soft waves and lightly over his forehead, sometimes into his eyes. Tousled, messy, and on purpose. But the eyes. Oh the eyes. The warning bells are nearly screaming.

Kalen's eyes are a strange color. They almost want to be soft green, maybe blue... but there's just a touch too much uncanny green to them. Of all the colors in the world, it almost seemed to fit the same warm tone, the same comforting color that the rest of him has and instead, threw vibrant and piercing green in those eyes. The eyes are always windows to the soul, to the mind. And boy howdy, it takes a fair amount of looking to really tell what Kalen is thinking. Speaking of which, leads to this man's second form.

Oh my LAWD I love him!! Who should start and how should we start?

That is totally up to you! If you wanna start and I'll work with you, that's good to me!

The thick morning fog put a bit of a mysterious aura over the lands, making it hard to see more than ten feet before you as you walked through it. The sun was up, but still hidden behind greyish blue clouds that threatened rain. Somehow though, the pureness of nature managed to be perfectly beautiful despite the dreary conditions.

Out amongst the peace ran a little wolf, her ears perked and listening for anything that sounded off. Her nose would help to pick up any scent of invaders onto her packs land as well. So far things had been fine, but rogues were starting to stir trouble again, creating tension between her pack and the neighboring one.

Then, as if her mere thoughts had summoned the devils, an unfamiliar scent invaded her nose. She stopped, her fur rippling with the breeze. As if toying with her, the scent and anticipation to find those who lingered too close drew her away from the border, leaving her out in the open. Finally, the invaders showed themselves. Two large, rugged wolves emerged from the brush, stalking towards Ivy. She cowered slightly, knowing there was no way she'd be able to take on both. Her best option was to do the one thing she was good at: Run. She'd have to worry about circling back to her own land later and pray that she didn't run into any more rogues on the way.

The rogues weren't near as fast as she was, but with their larger strides they still trailed close behind. The rogues had been wreaking havoc, coming onto their lands and attacking just because they could. Of course, not all rogues were like that, but as of late Ivy hadn't met one who was, well, friendly.

A new smell entered her nose, her eyes searching through the mist to spot who else was near. Only, she didn't see them until she was breezing right on by.

Ivy had narrowly avoiding running smooth into the male, her paws skidding to a stop when she'd heard his booming voice. The commanding, powerful sound of it caused her to shudder worse than the cold had. She knew it hadn't been directed towards her, but still it had gotten her full attention. She padded wearily behind the male, her golden gaze intently watching them all.

The two rogues lowered their heads, their tails swishing aggressively behind them. "No such thing as a fair fight I always say," the first one said, his cold blue gaze holding a slightly challenging look. Ivy growled lowly, causing the two rogues to eye the female once more. "Rogues have been causing all sorts of trouble as of late," she seethed, her voice still managing to be buttery smooth. "It would seem today they fancied a chase and a fight," she added, her ears swiveling as she listened more to their surroundings.

One of the rogues stepped forward, a deep growl emitting from his chest. His paws flexed, causing his sharp claws to dig into the earth. "We were just having a bit of... harmless fun," he purred, his voice betraying his true intentions.

Kalen remained where he was, his expression stoic and unreadable. This male's green eyes flicked between the pair of rogues and then back to Ivy briefly as each of the other wolves had their moment of discussion. It wasn't that he wasn't that interested, rather, he just had a feeling that making a pact with a pack-wolf would fair far better than a pair of ruthless rogues.

"Indeed," Kalen finally mused, not bothering to move from his position. But his head turned to face the pair of rogues. "Harmless fun usually indicates a lack of desiring to harm another. But, I do agree."

Kalen finally took a step forward, squaring his shoulders and lowering his chin just slightly as the fur started to raise along his hackles. Now his size was starting to truly show, especially as he stood chest to face to the first rogue. "Between the both of you and myself? It would be mere practice and I'd be wearing your fur as a trophy," he stated coldly, a loose lipped smile etched in his lips.

He hadn't growled, hadn't done anything really to show much of a threatening stance. But Kalen knew full well what his presence could feel like. "Care to make a bet?" He let out a loose laugh. "Winner takes all, including life? Or do you want to rethink your life choices and start running?" At that last word, the low and deep growl escaped, the smile fleeing from his lips as he snapped at the first rogue's ear.

Ivy paced, her heart racing at the interaction. She wouldn't be surprised if the other three would pick up on the sound. She paused, cocking her head to the side as she listened to Kalen speak. She wondered what his plan was, how he'd end up handling this situation. She knew all too well that she could be saved or met with her demise, but as he took a step towards the rouge, she knew it wouldn't be her demise that came forth.

Ivy was used to others being a lot bigger than her, but the sheer size of this new male was shocking. She had stood barely above the shoulder of the rogue males, but now they looked like the small ones. His words.. His calm, threatening words caused her blood to run cold. This man meant business. The rogues would be stupid to pursue a fight with him.

The rogue lifted his head, a dark glint in his eye. "Practice you say?" He chuckled, pushing his current luck. It was as if the male didn't believe that Kalen could take the both of them, but something told Ivy that he very well could. The hair down her spine stood up, her body urging her to flee but she dared not. Her body tensed as Kalen growled deeply before snapping at the rogues ear, causing him to yelp and take a powerful swipe at him. "I'll take your bet," he growled, but it would seem that his friend didn't feel the same way. The other rogue had took off the moment that Kalen had made a move, as he didn't wish to risk losing his life. The remaining rogue lunged at Kalen, his jaws snapping as he neared.