Post by Ashlyn on Jun 18, 2010 23:06:48 GMT -5
[/font][/right][/size]XX. Tyrant Anguss
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Age:
Four years old.
My Gender:
Male
Breed:
Siberian Husky
I Am A Member Of The:
The Pure Bloods
I Uphold The Rank Of:
Regular
XX. Information
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Appearance:
He is a normal colored Husky. With a thick, dense coat of fur that mostly contains a rush of black and white colliding up and down his figure. His peircing blue eyes contain something more of the regular fighters. Something of love and loyalty. Something that not even him himself can understand on his own. Although, Tyrant can't focus on a weak feeling like that.
He is a very large dog. Towering at a little over four feet from his paws, Tyrant stands above the regular canine. His stalky build and masculine figure may state that he is a fighter. The long scars down his flank can confirm that to anyone who would ask. His long legs also say that he is quick and easily capable to get away in a tough situation. Not like he would ever back down from a fight though.
Personality:
You wouldn't find yourself in a situation with Tyrant were you are the winner. At least, not without a couple open wounds to side with. This canine's biggest weakness is his uncontrollable urge to always be the one that's right. Or the one that wins. When it comes to hunting, Tyrant has to win. He has to beat his game and take home the "prize". When it comes to fighting, Tyrant's main goal is to have his opponent on the ground begging for mercy. In an argument, The last word must be owned to Tyrant or he'll make sure it is. No matter what.
Although this Hot-headed Husky can't seem to put aside the little world of Games that surrounds him, something deep inside him is urging to break through. Something that he can't even tell himself. Something, that will take nothing but time and focus to control. Something either Wonderful, if mended. Or disastrous if left uncontrolled. But this will only take time to unfold and by then, He will be strong enough to face whatever is coming.
He is Tyrant.
He is a normal colored Husky. With a thick, dense coat of fur that mostly contains a rush of black and white colliding up and down his figure. His peircing blue eyes contain something more of the regular fighters. Something of love and loyalty. Something that not even him himself can understand on his own. Although, Tyrant can't focus on a weak feeling like that.
He is a very large dog. Towering at a little over four feet from his paws, Tyrant stands above the regular canine. His stalky build and masculine figure may state that he is a fighter. The long scars down his flank can confirm that to anyone who would ask. His long legs also say that he is quick and easily capable to get away in a tough situation. Not like he would ever back down from a fight though.
Personality:
You wouldn't find yourself in a situation with Tyrant were you are the winner. At least, not without a couple open wounds to side with. This canine's biggest weakness is his uncontrollable urge to always be the one that's right. Or the one that wins. When it comes to hunting, Tyrant has to win. He has to beat his game and take home the "prize". When it comes to fighting, Tyrant's main goal is to have his opponent on the ground begging for mercy. In an argument, The last word must be owned to Tyrant or he'll make sure it is. No matter what.
Although this Hot-headed Husky can't seem to put aside the little world of Games that surrounds him, something deep inside him is urging to break through. Something that he can't even tell himself. Something, that will take nothing but time and focus to control. Something either Wonderful, if mended. Or disastrous if left uncontrolled. But this will only take time to unfold and by then, He will be strong enough to face whatever is coming.
He is Tyrant.
XX. A Little Extra
Likes:
Dislikes:
RP Sample:
The sun was brilliant. Something that not even could be described in words. It baked through the autumn stained leaves and licked at the moss covered roots that reached out of the dirt in search of it's rays. It was completely silent except for the quiet rustle of branches or the sweet melody of birdsong in the distance. Ahead, stood a single doe. Her large ears flicked back and forth peacefully as she graced in a small meadow. The light sunrise danced around her hooves and her thickening coat.
Everything about it was peaceful. She moved forward lazily, dropping her head to gnaw on small weeds that came up from the dirt. The scene was so perfect... It was too perfect.
No idea came from the deer of the single dog waiting. Watching, through the trees to the north. Downwind, unseen, and undetected. He hadn't made a sound on his approach to the female. Spotting her just a couple moments before, he had changed direction to a place where his scent wouldn't drift toward her always waiting nostrils. His belly was flat against the ground, and his steady tail swished back in forth in concentration.
He moved forward, slithering as though he were a snake. At the moment he wasn't much different. Suddenly there was a crack. With eyes wide, the doe shot her head into the air, ears angled. Narrowing his eyes in frustration at his clumsy act, he almost missed the one hint that told him, he was undetected. Instead of having the female's ears angled toward the east, where he came from, they were toward the North, focused on something entirely different.
This was his chance. Slithering forward faster then, he burst from the undergrowth, his paws outstretched, claws curved, eagerly awaiting the moment they would sink into the flesh and take the life of his prey. The doe only watched for one moment before she leaped into the air, her long legs flailing in a struggled effort to flee. By then, the large dog was already on her, clawing his way up her back as she flung herself forward yet. He found his way toward her upper back and drove her to the ground, sending his gaped open mouth into the back of her neck.
His teeth met flesh and he clamped his jaws firmly around it, shaking his head slightly, until he felt the large animal go limp from underneath him. After a couple of moments, he managed to get his blood soaked muzzle from the creature and to take a couple of steps back. But that was already after he had opened the gap farther and taken in his fair share of innards.
Once the light in his crazed blue eyes had retreated and he was ready to take the rest of the kill back to his awaiting pack, then did he remember the hint that there was another animal with him, just minutes before.
- Winning
- Fighting
- Being Alone
Dislikes:
- Wolves
- Being Surrounded
- Loosing
RP Sample:
The sun was brilliant. Something that not even could be described in words. It baked through the autumn stained leaves and licked at the moss covered roots that reached out of the dirt in search of it's rays. It was completely silent except for the quiet rustle of branches or the sweet melody of birdsong in the distance. Ahead, stood a single doe. Her large ears flicked back and forth peacefully as she graced in a small meadow. The light sunrise danced around her hooves and her thickening coat.
Everything about it was peaceful. She moved forward lazily, dropping her head to gnaw on small weeds that came up from the dirt. The scene was so perfect... It was too perfect.
No idea came from the deer of the single dog waiting. Watching, through the trees to the north. Downwind, unseen, and undetected. He hadn't made a sound on his approach to the female. Spotting her just a couple moments before, he had changed direction to a place where his scent wouldn't drift toward her always waiting nostrils. His belly was flat against the ground, and his steady tail swished back in forth in concentration.
He moved forward, slithering as though he were a snake. At the moment he wasn't much different. Suddenly there was a crack. With eyes wide, the doe shot her head into the air, ears angled. Narrowing his eyes in frustration at his clumsy act, he almost missed the one hint that told him, he was undetected. Instead of having the female's ears angled toward the east, where he came from, they were toward the North, focused on something entirely different.
This was his chance. Slithering forward faster then, he burst from the undergrowth, his paws outstretched, claws curved, eagerly awaiting the moment they would sink into the flesh and take the life of his prey. The doe only watched for one moment before she leaped into the air, her long legs flailing in a struggled effort to flee. By then, the large dog was already on her, clawing his way up her back as she flung herself forward yet. He found his way toward her upper back and drove her to the ground, sending his gaped open mouth into the back of her neck.
His teeth met flesh and he clamped his jaws firmly around it, shaking his head slightly, until he felt the large animal go limp from underneath him. After a couple of moments, he managed to get his blood soaked muzzle from the creature and to take a couple of steps back. But that was already after he had opened the gap farther and taken in his fair share of innards.
Once the light in his crazed blue eyes had retreated and he was ready to take the rest of the kill back to his awaiting pack, then did he remember the hint that there was another animal with him, just minutes before.
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