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RP between Nyctea and Le Stalk. Do not post unless your name is written in the title, but you're welcome to read through! :) |
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× Soratok × soratok Epithet: The Guileful Cubbane Nickname(s): Sora, for short. Gender: Feminine Age: 4 Height: 30'' Weight: 115lbs ________________________________________ Build: Notable Features • Lithe Stature • Urbane Aura Soratok, the eerie damsel, has a notable seem that reflects both her resilient nature and the trials she has endured in the wild. Her sophisticated and refined figure is encased in a coat of brilliant, obsidian-black fur that glitters like the depths of a moonless nightfall. Her fur is expertly groomed, emphasizing her unwavering commitment to maintaining her impeccable enticement within the difficulties of mother nature. Soratok's petite stature demonstrates endurance and versatility as she traverses treacherous terrain. While she seems substantially more svelte than her peers, her lean build reflects her decisiveness and power to flourish in the face of tribulations. The muscles that reverberate beneath her black fur attest to her suppleness and swift movements, facilitating her to leap briskly through dense thickets and on hazardous slopes. Her radiant, almond-shaped irises beckon and establish an in-depth understanding acquired through withdrawn existence. They resemble glistening spheres of basalt and exude an air of independence and an intense connection to the untamed environment around her. They are conscious and vigilant, sensitive to every little alteration in her environment, keeping her one step ahead of prospective beasts. A stately set of earlobes hinges atop Soratok's crown, upright and vigilant, swiveling efficiently to detect the slightest rustle of leaflets or remote croon of the breeze. These silky appendages are ever-vigilant, enabling her to readily recognize the approach of both predators and prey, providing her a crucial forefront in her solitary existence. Her slim physique tapers into a nimble, curving tassel that lingers magnificently behind her, providing a delicate counterpoint to her swift gaits. Her tassel plume is the same obsidian hue as her fur, but it has a tantalizing hint of white at its tip, suggestive of a silvery crescent moon penetrating the darkened skies. This slight contrast emphasizes her raw splendor, adding mystique to her already remarkable presence. Although the wilderness has taken its toll on Soratok's physical seem, leaving her substantially thinner it has also bestowed upon her an air of perseverance and autonomy that shines from every inch of her body. Her slim define bears witness to her willingness to adapt, live, and flourish in the roughest of environments, representing the untamed spirit of a lone wolf who has mastered the wild. ________________________________________ Persona: Dexterous • Roguish • Turbulent • Waspish Soratok's persona is a fascinating equilibrium between enticing appeal, impish allure, unbridled defiance, and seamless deceit. Her multifaceted demeanor ensures that she maintains an enigma, thwarting canines from guessing about her next move. Soratok, is inherently boisterous, with an appealing appeal that swiftly attracts individuals into her spiral. She wields her compelling presence with a coquettish approach, bewitching those around her with a simple flick of her plumage or a passionate gaze from her entrancing, almond-shaped irises. Her flirtatiousness is an indication of her malicious nature, as she revels in the art of tantalizing and beguiling, leaving an ocean of hearts yearning for her elusive adoration. Mayhem oozes through Soratok's blood vessels. fueling every move with a tantalizing sense of satisfaction and astonishment She loves to perform tricks, silently arranging humorous stunts that keep creatures on their toes, like a silhouette fluttering through the undergrowth. Her sarcastic temperament fills her interactions with an overwhelming sense of vibrancy and spontaneity, ensuring that dullness has no place in her presence. Soratok's permanent companion is insurrection since she has agreed to a life outside of society's norms. She is an obstinate spirit who charts her own course with tenacity, fragmenting the conventions and statutes that bound others. Her rebellious temperament feeds her drive for independence and causes her to push boundaries and resist to comply. This inflexible streak propels her longing for liberty, transforming her into a symbol of non-conformity and outrageous uniqueness. Soratok's technique for controlling the world around her is efficient. She has a phenomenal capacity to smoothly glide through interpersonal interactions in an effortless and professional manner, leaving others astonished by her controlled elegance. Her seamless demeanor gives her an inherent benefit in averting danger and getting a head start in negotiations, as she boasts an ingenious swift wit that can deceive even the smartest foes. While Soratok's fundamental behavioral traits include flirtatiousness, treason, disobedience, and slickness, it is vital to bear in mind that she is a multifaceted individual with a plethora of characteristics that intersect to produce her interacting persona. Her obscure charm assures that she will always be an interesting enigma, an irresistible force that will fascinate and tempt those who are fortunate enough to be on her road. ________________________________________ Rank: Rogue Desired Rank: Content Pack: N/A Mate(s): N/A Kin(s): Open! Relative(s): Open! Crush: N/A |
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〈 Jackalope 〉 "The Gentle Giant" ◇◆◇ Nickname(s): Jack (preferred), Big Guy Gender: Male Age: 3 years old Height: Almost 35 inches at the shoulder Weight: 120 pounds Rank: Regular Pack Wolf. An occasional hunter; generally takes care of the pack and the pups. A sort of apprentice. ◇◆◇ Appearance His Toyhouse and Image (Appearance): Link - Jack is, like what many call him, a gentle giant. The "giant" part accounts for his large build, tall shoulders, long muzzle, and huge, fluffy tail. He has been known to look quite intimidating to some smaller creatures with these features, however he is anything but. Jack is not muscular, and not exactly lean or overweight either. He has wide and long bones, which allow him to run faster than most and jump further if he trained himself more. Jackalope does not dedicate himself to hunting or any sort of competition, and does not feel the urgent need to train his physical self. Thus, he is a bit more on the weak side, strength-wise. Jack is mainly brownscale, his fur being mostly brown with his face, legs, and the stripe running down his back colored black and dark brown. The undersides of his body parts are a pale, light cream color. He has a coffee-colored, diamond-shaped mark between his light, chocolatey brown eyes. It is said by many that Jack's eyes seem like they are always shining, making him have a bright, energetic appearance. His facial details are soft, and combined with his gentle, wandering gaze his appearance holds a sort of compassion. Jack's pawpads are still soft and new, for he has not walked on anything much else than the familiar grass and forestland he knows. He has not fought much and he has not gotten into any particularly dangerous situations before. Jackalope's fur is kept clean and tidy, not a random leaf or small bug in sight on his pelt. When he does occasionally have wounds, he makes sure to adress them quickly and does the most he can to try to make them heal faster, including washing them very often. ◇◆◇ Personality ◇◆◇ Although Jack is on the bigger side, he is quite cowardly and shies away from danger and threats easily. Additionally, he does not say much and can be quite sensitive to criticism or brutal honesty, perhaps because of the shelter and care he received from his pack as a pup. He is just starting to learn the ways of the pack and real world and is slowly trying to improve his courage and confidence. On the flip side, his soft appearance and personality has helped him befriend many. Jack especially loves small animals and taking care of them. He knows what to say when someone is feeling down, and is that friend who can always crack a good joke when you need it. Jack tends to have a calm and relaxed demeanor, always taking it easy and spending time to enjoy his life. He moves with a peaceful air, paws padding with minimum sound and tail swishing ever so slightly from side to side. However, Jack is quite protective when it comes to friends and family, or just any innocent being in general. When angered, Jack is completely silent and moves swiftly. He does not like to attack others, but he will growl and puff up his fur to seem bigger if necessary. When it comes to romance and other similar relationships, Jack is quite awkward and is often flustered at first. He is not used to intimate interactions with someone other than family and tries to avoid romance as much as possible. Because of this he tries to avoid going to huge pack meetings or being the center of attention, meaning Jack sometimes misses out on important messages or events- leading others to think of him as ignorant and stupid, while he is actually of average intelligence. ◇◆◇ Relationships Parents: Father deceased, mother is living as an elder in the pack. Siblings: Open! Crush: Open! |
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Soratok started off on her methodical meanderings through the expansive meadows, caressed in the warm caress of the early air. Her fur sparkled with a beautiful shine, comparable to the glitter of polished obsidian, as the first rays of sunlight showered their golden kiss on her, clad in a dark charcoal coat. Her paws slowly slid into the soft soil, leaving only the tiniest mark, every stride she took radiated an elegance mixed with meticulous deliberation. The vast landscape stretched out before her, a vivid tapestry of azure hues accented by bursts of dazzling wildflowers. A delicious combination of earthy soil, the sweet embrace of flowering blooms, and the distant promise of new prey saturated the air. Soratok's keen sense of smell painstakingly assessed her surroundings, her nostrils flaring with each deep intake, interpreting the scent of prospective prey or hiding predators. Her piercing and penetrating ice-blue eyes swept across the countryside with unflinching alertness. She examined the grasses as they murmured their secrets, delivering tales of creatures large and little that roamed this wide expanse. Soratok was painfully conscious of her close closeness to a strong wolf pack, the dominant force in these plains. The soft succulence of their young puppies had an enticing charm, so she was ready to take the measured risk. Soratok's senses remained intensely attuned as she resumed her solo voyage, attentive to the slightest rustle in the grass or the faintest aroma floating in the air. As the light rose higher in the sky, it formed lengthy shadows that swirled tantalizingly at the edges of her eyesight. Her slender body sinuously winding through the meadow, a shadow that mingled effortlessly with the variegated tapestry of sunlight and shade, she proceeded with calm purpose. She would halt now and again, her ears perking up and swiveling to pick up on the distant cries and howls of the pack she gingerly skirted. She knew better than to get too near, for their sheer numbers and unbreakable solidarity made them a powerful force. Her innate drive, though, compelled her to loiter near the pack's limits, where she might get important insights into the pack's vulnerabilities and weaknesses. Soratok's reputation as a master solo hunter was well-deserved. Rather than depending on the collective force of a cohesive pack, she lived on the arts of stealth and the cunning of the lone predator. Such a way of life had instilled in her a remarkable awareness of her environment, her senses sharpened to a razor's edge, skilfully directing her every measured action. As Soratok moved farther into the pack's domain, the grasslands undulated underneath her. The pack's scent became increasingly powerful, a rich blend of musk and territorial marks that hung in the air like an invisible barrier. She walked with a light, careful touch, her paw falls methodically, wary of attracting suspicion or disturbing the pack's ever-vigilant sentinels. The grasses swung in time with her, conveying secrets and warnings in equal measure. Soratok's ebon form floated across the lush canvas, a phantom ghost that embraced both the realms of darkness and light. Her charcoal body seemed to absorb the surrounding colors, merging in with the earthy tones of the grasslands like an apex predator sculpted to perfection by the inexorable forces of evolution. A babbling stream flowed over the terrain in the distance, its crystalline waters sparkling in the golden sun's embrace. Soratok's nostrils expanded when she caught a whiff of water, a pleasant relief from the barren expanse of the plains. Her tongue shot out, moistening her smooth black lips as she considered the dangers and rewards that lay ahead of her, a delicate balance delicately balanced on the brink of her wants. Soratok's primitive instincts were piqued by the magnetic pull of the pack's territory, which was tantalizingly close yet still out of reach. Her predatory desires clawed at the back of her mind, encouraging her to go farther, to test the limits of her exquisite stealth and invincible cunning. The pack's distant chorus rang in her ears, a symphony of growls, yips, and howls that echoed their power and unwavering solidarity. But Soratok, the slender solitary wolf with the penetrating ice-blue stare, stood firm. She was a wild creature, the epitome of nature's never-ending struggle for existence. She delighted in the excitement of the hunt with each deliberate step, her senses sharpened to an exquisite sharpness, preparing to strike with lethal precision when the right time unfurled its serpentine grasp. Soratok resumed her brave journey as the sun reached its highest, sending a warm golden warmth across the meadows, her charcoal figure blending seamlessly with the ever-shifting tapestry of shadows. She moved with a grace that belied her alone, a living monument to the untamed spirit that inhabited this vast, undiscovered territory. So the slender lonely wolf continued on, her trip unfolding with each measured step, her senses ever attentive, her cravings driving her ever further into the pack's dominion. Soratok, the personification of cunning and stealth, awaited her opportunity to enter the heart of the pack and grab her prize—the exquisite succulence of stolen puppies. |
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