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RP between Rancour and Hell Bound. do not post unless you're name is in the title. When a war escalates between two opposing empires, it's difficult to settle the apprehension and wrath split amidst the wolves. The greatest solution is bloodshed. |
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╟ Haemon ╢ ╭hee-MAHN╮ ''The gore brought a wave of sickness within that went far beyond any physical retching.'' Age: 6 Gender: Brute Build: 
Haemon is a massive, hulking brute, born to oppose. His aura is unnerving whilst his overall appearance just seems so ravishingly dire. His fur strand is interwoven with various tints of bay, proposing a very earthy tone to his pelt. He has round brownish-gray-hue irises and pointy lobes. He has a floccose, puffy mane and satin fur. He weighs roughly 150 lbs and is about 43 inches in height. His voice is assertive, raw, and orotund. He has a nuanced Russian accent that tends to thicken at times. His odor is earthy and does resemble a forest, and of vague mud. Personality: Haemon is a heartless, demanding individual who requires a lot of forbearance and gut to bide around to. He is ruthless and utterly compliant with the kingdom's king. Even if he acts as a superior spirit, he does it to build a barricade between relationships and friendships. He doesn't need diversion and shoves anyone worming close to him away. He is not keen to unfurl his heart and let his heartstrings be drawn at. Status: Head Warrior Kingdom: Irotor Kingdom Other: Dark-Wolfs-Stock on DA |
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╟ Inka ╢ Age: 4 Gender: Feminine Build: 
Inka is on the smaller side; slim, with longer legs and a narrow ribcage to portray a certain sylphlike appearance. A grey-speckled velvet coat and puffed cheeks cover the extremities of her slenderness, though cannot hide the egregious protruding spine along her back. Her less intimidating appearance gives a simple illusion of amiability, a kindness that just isn't there. She stands at roughly thirty-two inches in height, though weighs around 115ibs. Her voice is crisp, though has a softer tone to her words. She has a very slight European accent, though seems to be a bit of a mix with everything, albeit, it's not overly noticeable. Her scent is mossy, with a slight whiff of wilf lavender and pine. Personality: If you were to catch her off guard, some would describe Inka as... Rude? Arrogant? Or maybe even untrustworthy? Well, whatever you'd choose to call her, she would always describe herself as honest. She could admit she can hold a grudge and has the full potential to be malicious. Despite this, underneath all that asshattery, she would fight to the end of the earth to look out for her closest acquaintances. She just refuses to hand out her trust like it's nothing. Now, she isn't anti-social. In fact, she quite enjoys social gatherings, and finds it relatively easy to come off as alluring and well-bred, though, this only seems to happen when she wants either something or someone’s alliance. Status: On standby - Cubsitter Kingdom: Fortris Kingdom Other: More in rp - Stock from DA (Hope this is fine. Please message me if you'd like anything editing!) |
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"You never learn."
The thunderous voice of a brute rippled throughout the outstretching air, stirring some apprehension into the sat apprentice of his. "You recognize that you could've stirred a war between us and the Fortris kingdom," His berates were abrupt and underlined with outrage whilst his physique tromped back and forth, his auburn fur bristling with belligerence that seemed to veer into his words and his accent. This was not a standing they could slyly get out off. This was a solemn matter that would most likely stir some offense in the opposite kingdom. ''Sir, i apologize greatly-'' The apprentice mustered, his tone was wimpy and faltering. So much diverse from the head warrior, who was flaring in bitterness and loathing. Although, as much as Haemon desired to retaliate against his apprentice, he had no dominion over it. This was a matter midst the King and the Queen. All of them needed was to comprehend the problem and take obligation into their hands. ''Of course, you apologize,'' Viciousness dribbled off of his tongue as he snarled at the mere apprentice, thrashing his tassel at his thighs. ''You shouldn't have penetrated their land and taken their nourishment,'' At this point, Haemon was hysterical. He circled and spewed snarls out of his throat, irises just spiking at the King's cove. ''There are consequences for everything and you might've over-crossed it and concerned everyone into your disarray,'' And as his berates resumed, the outline of the King entered his peripheral. The enormous, blackish feathering of a brute encountered this smallish unrest. Stirred by Haemon's boisterous and abrasive snarls. ''What's the matter,'' The inquiry wafted above the apprentice's head as he bode silent and malleable amidst the two, loftier status canines. ''The matter is - Iztli overran the Fortris kingdom, looting their nourishment from a foolish stake he made with the yearlings,'' Haemon answered, physique halting and boding predominantly near the King. That was all Haemon apprehended from Iztli's mere, stuttering clarification. It was a frivolous wager he made to establish his worthiness to some outlandish newbies. And now the consequences had hunted back because some pilfered nourishment from a kingdom will never be overlooked. Even if the Irotor had some yore with the Fortris kingdom, this could signify actual war. They made a pact to live in concord but never insinuate their land, hunt in their hunting grounds, or pilfer their stowed nourishment. ''Is this true—Iztli?'' The King oppugned, furrowing his face when the apprentice seemed not gutsy enough to answer. Which gave the response to the King's inquiry. It was indeed, true. This could mean one answer to the resolution; if the Fortris kingdom discovers they were raided, they will stir a conference and choose. And this indicated no good for the Irotor canines, they couldn't fib their way out, they couldn't condemn them, and there was nothing but bearing full accountability for their actions. ''Haemon, call all of the warriors in,'' |
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