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The Pack was hungry.
It had been days since they had gone out to hunt, and although staying did not take much effort, hunger always returned with time. They were restless, and growing more and more frustrated. The bitch snapped at one of the pups that came over to nuzzle her, begging for food, and the pup quickly retreated, long tail tucked in close, feelers pressed in so tight to his back that they vanished among the fur. He retreated to a tall stand of grass, slipping in among the long stems and laying down low. And for a time the Pack was still again.
But the bitch was growing tired of waiting, tired of the gnawing sensation in her belly. She lusted for blood, for the feel of it between her teeth and in her throat. She hauled herself to her feet, swaying unsteadily for a moment, before moving over to the King. She snapped at him, trying to get him to move, but he barely even noticed her presence. The Pack needed him to lead the hunt, to pick which creature they would swarm and rip to pieces. Until he moved they had nowhere to go. The Pack had grown dependent upon him.
But hunger had no meaning right now to the King. He was an astonishing example of his species, easily three times larger than the bitch, and the pack could recall no time when he had not led them. He had led his pack well over the uncounted years, expanding their numbers and territory to a point where it became impossible to sustain any more. Uncannily intelligent, he picked the best prey and swiftly guided the pack to bring it down. The Pack thrived under his rule. At least until now.
He had found himself growing bored with the ceaseless blood lust of the Pack, a concept that was entirely foreign to him. Life had always been so easy, so straightforward. Eat when hungry, sleep when not. There needed to be nothing more. Yet he found himself craving something, something that he knew the Pack could not bring. And so he waited, keeping the Pack in place as hunger grew in their bellies and frustration in their throats. The Pack would not tolerate his stillness much longer. But he did not care.
The bitch moved away, kicking her feet in frustration. Long claws extended and tore at the ground. She was hungry, and would remain still no longer. Her snaps, not enough to rouse her King, were enough to drive the the members of the pack to their feet. They moved restlessly, herded together by her actions, until suddenly she let out a barking cry, and lunged in towards her King. Her teeth closed scant millimeters away from his skin, and the rest of the pack followed in behind her, snapping, even clawing. If he would not lead them on a hunt, they would eventually choose to assuage their hunger and frustration on his own flesh.
He was herded to his feet like he herded the Pack's prey, and the bitch let out a victorious howl when he finally stood. The rest of the Pack joined in, waiting for his own howl to signal the beginnings of their hunt. But their howls petered away in silence, and he turned away from them. He would not join them in their hunt, and he would tolerate their insistence no longer. The feelers that lay flat against his own head suddenly lifted, flying around wildly and driving the Pack back from him. A few split open, revealing the hair-thin sensors inside, which too began to move around. And then he turned, running away from the pack, long legs eating the ground in a speed they could never mimic, in the one direction that the pack could never follow him.
Before this point the Pack had always gone to hunt in the direction of the mountains. They knew there was prey in the other direction, they could smell it on the wind, but they could not go in that direction. Something rejected their blood lust, their insatiable desire to kill, and would not allow them to pass. But the blood lust was gone from him. He had no desire to kill, only a very un-Pack-like desire to know. This time there was nothing that stopped him from moving deeper into the forest, where the shadows quickly swallowed up his dark form.
The Pack howled behind him, confused and desperate as they tried with all their might to follow their King. It did not matter. The Pack would not stay still for long without him to hold them together. They would fracture, creating new Packs and finding new Princes, dividing up the territory over which he had once lorded. The ruin of the thing he had spent his whole life building did not seem to enter his mind. He was done with it. He no longer needed the Pack, so there was no reason to maintain it. For once, something was simple again.
It had been days since they had gone out to hunt, and although staying did not take much effort, hunger always returned with time. They were restless, and growing more and more frustrated. The bitch snapped at one of the pups that came over to nuzzle her, begging for food, and the pup quickly retreated, long tail tucked in close, feelers pressed in so tight to his back that they vanished among the fur. He retreated to a tall stand of grass, slipping in among the long stems and laying down low. And for a time the Pack was still again.
But the bitch was growing tired of waiting, tired of the gnawing sensation in her belly. She lusted for blood, for the feel of it between her teeth and in her throat. She hauled herself to her feet, swaying unsteadily for a moment, before moving over to the King. She snapped at him, trying to get him to move, but he barely even noticed her presence. The Pack needed him to lead the hunt, to pick which creature they would swarm and rip to pieces. Until he moved they had nowhere to go. The Pack had grown dependent upon him.
But hunger had no meaning right now to the King. He was an astonishing example of his species, easily three times larger than the bitch, and the pack could recall no time when he had not led them. He had led his pack well over the uncounted years, expanding their numbers and territory to a point where it became impossible to sustain any more. Uncannily intelligent, he picked the best prey and swiftly guided the pack to bring it down. The Pack thrived under his rule. At least until now.
He had found himself growing bored with the ceaseless blood lust of the Pack, a concept that was entirely foreign to him. Life had always been so easy, so straightforward. Eat when hungry, sleep when not. There needed to be nothing more. Yet he found himself craving something, something that he knew the Pack could not bring. And so he waited, keeping the Pack in place as hunger grew in their bellies and frustration in their throats. The Pack would not tolerate his stillness much longer. But he did not care.
The bitch moved away, kicking her feet in frustration. Long claws extended and tore at the ground. She was hungry, and would remain still no longer. Her snaps, not enough to rouse her King, were enough to drive the the members of the pack to their feet. They moved restlessly, herded together by her actions, until suddenly she let out a barking cry, and lunged in towards her King. Her teeth closed scant millimeters away from his skin, and the rest of the pack followed in behind her, snapping, even clawing. If he would not lead them on a hunt, they would eventually choose to assuage their hunger and frustration on his own flesh.
He was herded to his feet like he herded the Pack's prey, and the bitch let out a victorious howl when he finally stood. The rest of the Pack joined in, waiting for his own howl to signal the beginnings of their hunt. But their howls petered away in silence, and he turned away from them. He would not join them in their hunt, and he would tolerate their insistence no longer. The feelers that lay flat against his own head suddenly lifted, flying around wildly and driving the Pack back from him. A few split open, revealing the hair-thin sensors inside, which too began to move around. And then he turned, running away from the pack, long legs eating the ground in a speed they could never mimic, in the one direction that the pack could never follow him.
Before this point the Pack had always gone to hunt in the direction of the mountains. They knew there was prey in the other direction, they could smell it on the wind, but they could not go in that direction. Something rejected their blood lust, their insatiable desire to kill, and would not allow them to pass. But the blood lust was gone from him. He had no desire to kill, only a very un-Pack-like desire to know. This time there was nothing that stopped him from moving deeper into the forest, where the shadows quickly swallowed up his dark form.
The Pack howled behind him, confused and desperate as they tried with all their might to follow their King. It did not matter. The Pack would not stay still for long without him to hold them together. They would fracture, creating new Packs and finding new Princes, dividing up the territory over which he had once lorded. The ruin of the thing he had spent his whole life building did not seem to enter his mind. He was done with it. He no longer needed the Pack, so there was no reason to maintain it. For once, something was simple again.
Uhh... I'll do it. I've got an idea for how to begin already. It may take a day or two, though. Depending on how motivated I feel, and what other ugly distractions rear their heads.
I'm glad you think so. I was kinda afraid you were going to say he was too creepy for Kir-Kon.
So, what happens at this point?
So, what happens at this point?
That's ok. I was kind of expecting it, to be honest. Post when you are ready.
http://gunnerromantic.deviantart.com/art/prometheus-54439458
... Fine, Pope. I'll play by your rules.
This is going to take a while.
Name: N/A As he is not a human, and has never needed to identify himself as a human, he has never had need of a name. His existence is more than enough for him.
Race: Part of The Pack.
Age: The eldest of his pack by far, he has seen the coming and going of a countless number of pups.
Height: The top of his head would reach about to Kir-Kon's chest.
Weight: 180lbs
Physical Appearance: He is long and sleek, more catlike than doglike in movement, although his appearance is reminiscent of both canine and feline. He has long, dark, thick hair that works as well as any armor, but underneath it is a layer of short, orangish brown fur that can occasionally be seen through the guard hair. The only place that does not have the guard hair is his nose, and because of that it is most susceptible to attack. The many scars on his nose speak to the battles he have been in, and many more are hidden behind the fur which does eventually grow back in.
His nose is long and sharp, somewhere between dog and marten, and filled with needle sharp teeth designed for puncturing and ripping. Starting where his snout begins to connect to his head and running all the way along his head to his neck is the start of many long feelers, which grow out from among his fur. When he is not under attack these feelers lay flat along his neck and back, but they are completely opposable and he is capable of moving them freely and using them, whip-like, when under threat. Each of these feelers is capable of splitting open into a large number of hair-like filaments, which are incredibly sensitive and he uses in substitute for eyes. This is because the space where most carnivorous animals would have eyes is covered by two of his longest feelers, as well as the space in between them. Each of his feelers are leathery and almost the same color as his fur, but each feeler, especially near the base where it joins in with his main body, has orange tinged chips in them. There is another one of these chips, significantly larger than the others, in his chest, although it is almost entirely hidden by his fur. When he activates his magic, these chips will all glow a fiery shade of orange.
His tail is long and ropelike, and most of the way down its length the fur transitions into the same leathery material that makes up his other feelers. At the very end is a small stinger, surrounded by more of the orange chips. Each of his paws possesses a set of dagger-like retractable claws. The pads on his feet are paler than his brown-orange undercoat, and are slightly rubbery which allows him to keep traction on almost any surface.
Half again as large as any of his packmates, he has become a king among his species. Despite the competitive and territory-hungry nature of the Packs, very few other pack princes dare challenge him, and even fewer survive the challenging to keep their own pack.
Powers/Skills: His most obvious ability is the same ability that is present in all of the Packs, albeit mostly on a smaller scale. Every member of the pack has a small ability in elemental creation and manipulation. Most commonly the element is air, although fire and earth show up relatively frequently. Occasionally, like him, a pup is born with the ability to manipulate two or three elements. He is capable, on a small scale, of manipulating air, water, and fire.
However, his more significant, albeit less used ability, is a form of shapeshifting. Up until this point he has yet to consciously use this ability, but it is the thing that has kept him from aging with the rest of his Pack. As the years have crept by it has slowly made him larger, stronger, more physically capable than the other members of his species in every way, but it has also made him more intelligent, to a point equal to or even greater than most humans. This is what eventually leads him to conflict with his pack, and to the eventual separation.
This is going to take a while.
Name: N/A As he is not a human, and has never needed to identify himself as a human, he has never had need of a name. His existence is more than enough for him.
Race: Part of The Pack.
Age: The eldest of his pack by far, he has seen the coming and going of a countless number of pups.
Height: The top of his head would reach about to Kir-Kon's chest.
Weight: 180lbs
Physical Appearance: He is long and sleek, more catlike than doglike in movement, although his appearance is reminiscent of both canine and feline. He has long, dark, thick hair that works as well as any armor, but underneath it is a layer of short, orangish brown fur that can occasionally be seen through the guard hair. The only place that does not have the guard hair is his nose, and because of that it is most susceptible to attack. The many scars on his nose speak to the battles he have been in, and many more are hidden behind the fur which does eventually grow back in.
His nose is long and sharp, somewhere between dog and marten, and filled with needle sharp teeth designed for puncturing and ripping. Starting where his snout begins to connect to his head and running all the way along his head to his neck is the start of many long feelers, which grow out from among his fur. When he is not under attack these feelers lay flat along his neck and back, but they are completely opposable and he is capable of moving them freely and using them, whip-like, when under threat. Each of these feelers is capable of splitting open into a large number of hair-like filaments, which are incredibly sensitive and he uses in substitute for eyes. This is because the space where most carnivorous animals would have eyes is covered by two of his longest feelers, as well as the space in between them. Each of his feelers are leathery and almost the same color as his fur, but each feeler, especially near the base where it joins in with his main body, has orange tinged chips in them. There is another one of these chips, significantly larger than the others, in his chest, although it is almost entirely hidden by his fur. When he activates his magic, these chips will all glow a fiery shade of orange.
His tail is long and ropelike, and most of the way down its length the fur transitions into the same leathery material that makes up his other feelers. At the very end is a small stinger, surrounded by more of the orange chips. Each of his paws possesses a set of dagger-like retractable claws. The pads on his feet are paler than his brown-orange undercoat, and are slightly rubbery which allows him to keep traction on almost any surface.
Half again as large as any of his packmates, he has become a king among his species. Despite the competitive and territory-hungry nature of the Packs, very few other pack princes dare challenge him, and even fewer survive the challenging to keep their own pack.
Powers/Skills: His most obvious ability is the same ability that is present in all of the Packs, albeit mostly on a smaller scale. Every member of the pack has a small ability in elemental creation and manipulation. Most commonly the element is air, although fire and earth show up relatively frequently. Occasionally, like him, a pup is born with the ability to manipulate two or three elements. He is capable, on a small scale, of manipulating air, water, and fire.
However, his more significant, albeit less used ability, is a form of shapeshifting. Up until this point he has yet to consciously use this ability, but it is the thing that has kept him from aging with the rest of his Pack. As the years have crept by it has slowly made him larger, stronger, more physically capable than the other members of his species in every way, but it has also made him more intelligent, to a point equal to or even greater than most humans. This is what eventually leads him to conflict with his pack, and to the eventual separation.
What if the character is literally based off of the picture? I would have never had this idea if I hadn't seen the picture, so in that way it is FOR the character.
Oh, Pope, I'm sorry to hear that! *hug*
Do I need to use a character sheet for this? Or could I give you a picture, and then offer up a few changes that would make it pretty much perfectly suited for this story?
Do I need to use a character sheet for this? Or could I give you a picture, and then offer up a few changes that would make it pretty much perfectly suited for this story?
Wow... okay... I thought you didn't want to play a dark character? This kid sounds even more messed up than the characters from my detective x criminal story.
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