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Posted 11-13-2017, 09:06 AM |
Ice ( Staff )
Icarus
Ice Wolf
Male, 2.50
Meso-fighter
35 in, 117 lbs
31 ep
© ev


paws gently tread against the snow that was pressed up against the ground. heading into the styx heights, following the river. icarus' nose pressed to the ground as he sniffs, following the scent of two rabbits that headed this way. his tail stays behind him steady, ready to pounce. he lowers himself to the ground- happy that he was in the snow, somewhere cool. but, up ahead the snow started to fade, which meant the cold would start to fade, which icarus would then most likely be cursing again by the end of his field trip. demon eyes follow the tracks, nostrils flared. his ears pin back as he follows alongside the styx, edging closer to the wall. "what's a guy gotta do to get a meal around here? break his back?" he muttered as he slinked down the snow, paws pressing into the coolness. his eyes catch on one of the rabbits, teeth show between his black lips, he lowers himself before pouncing onto the rabbit, snapping its neck with a single twist, blood coats his white fur, not that he cares, it shows the demon he truly can be. the ice wolf tears into it, teeth ripping and spitting out small bones. he digs into the meat before his eyes scan around, giving a low growl for anything that wanted to near him whilst he was enjoying his breakfast in the early morning dew. his fur was full of wetness, not that the man cared, he had such thick fur it barely effected him. his bangs hung over his eyes as he chewed through the tough meat.

"speak and be heard."

Asta; crappy oops.

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Posted 11-13-2017, 11:30 AM |
Asta
Rogue
Female, 2.75
Ectomorph
35 inches in, 92 lbs lbs
0 ep
© Gl1tch
Icarus
(Sorry I'm still working on a table for Asta :'D )
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Rough, cream coloured fur sunk into the snow that froze the grass into stiff peaks, long ears pointed upwards in alertness as the female's short legs cautiously carried her through the snowy ground. Her breaths came out visible, tiny white puffs of warm air against the chill that tried biting into her hide; such coldness made her realise how thin the fur was on her shoulders and hind. Her cut short tail swished behind her gently, despite the cold that threatened her internal temperature, even she with no eyes could feel the sun attempting to warm what she could before Winter fully took hold. The she-wolf breathed the crisp air in deeply as she wondered down what she guessed was a small river; her only indication was the noise it made but she didn't dare risk testing her guess. She had had plenty times of wrong guesses and ended up head deep in chilling water.

The she-wolf kept walking before a faint, sharp tang entered through her nostrils, her nose crinkling up at the smell as she felt herself salivate a bit. The familiar, faint smell of blood reminded her of her hungry she was, and she wondered if the smell came from a carcass frozen over and left for the vultures. Though that was highly doubtful if she could smell the fresh blood. She cautiously followed the scent, led mostly by her stomach before stopping and a mild growl of annoyance came from her as another scent entered her nose. Another wolf, that was perhaps one of the last things she needed especially in her hungry, chilled state. Her body twisted rough, unsure of where exactly the wolf may be or if they would even be visible to ones with sight. Either way, she intended to leave and perhaps find an easier meal, instead of one being haunted by a wolf.



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Posted 11-13-2017, 11:51 AM |
Ice ( Staff )
Icarus
Ice Wolf
Male, 2.50
Meso-fighter
35 in, 117 lbs
31 ep
© ev


as the man enjoys his meal, there are sounds of paw-steps not far off. his muzzle, covered in blood, swings up. his eyes narrow as he sees someone in the distance. his ears perk as icarus' lips peel into a smirk. "i smelt two, if you are looking for some food. though, i am not hungry anymore" he hums as he noses the half eaten rabbit aside, in the direction of the female. a glint in his eyes as he steps back, waiting for her to beckon closer. his tail waves back and forth with a certain rhythm. "who're you?" he calls, sniffing the air, though blood fills his nostrils, he can smell the pits on her- the rogue. for she does not smell like mountain lion ridge, but there is no necklace that shimmers underneath light. no chain that claims her to a god. good. icarus hates pack politics. sometimes he would like to enjoy a good conversation. was today one of those days? probably not. his head cocks to the side as his gleaming, peach eyes wait for her to come closer to him. he wonders how long she had been here, if she knew of the magic that came with doutaini. he notices that she shivers, it makes him chuckle. his thick fur covers him in heat, barely ever getting cold, and when he did, it was usually from a bath in the lacrima lake. though, this winter in the gelid may be colder than he had ever been. so, he was enjoying the cool weather in the styx, enjoying the temperature that accommodated his needs of long fur. his claws dig into the dirt before he walks closer to the river, dipping his head into it, washing his muzzle off, though blood still stained his chest. his gaze flickered back over to her, a small smirk on his lips as he waits for her to walk closer, to slither into his grip of conversation.

"speak and be heard."


Asta; i don't mind! c: tables aren't necessary.

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Posted 11-13-2017, 12:20 PM |
Asta
Rogue
Female, 2.75
Ectomorph
35 inches in, 92 lbs lbs
0 ep
© Gl1tch
Icarus
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The she-wolf tensed at the rough voice that spoke to her. She was apparently far closer to the other wolf then she had realised, lest there was another with no scent. Her tangled fur on her neck bristled and her muscles tensed beneath her skin. Her face turned back towards the direction of the rabbit, hearing soft sounds of the male walking and then a faint sound of splashing water. She hesitated, her stomach feeling like it was twisting up inside of her as her skinny frame continued to shiver now and then at the cold. Her top lip curled slightly in irritation at herself as she bowed her head down closer to the ground and breathed in deeply the scent of the blood from the distant corpse.

"How very kind of you" she hissed slightly, her voice was light and,if it was not for the sharp notes and mild annoyance polluting it, it may of been quite a friendly, feminine one if she put in the effort.

Keep her head bowed, she breathed in deeply again through her darkly coloured nose, following the scent towards the deceased creature. Her nose found it after a few moments, nuzzling into the warm flesh as with her hunger her lips curled back and dulled teeth bit into the little bits of flesh still clinging to the creature.
To her the creature had already begun to be affected by the cold, its flesh baring a slight toughness too it but nothing she would truly complain about; it settled her twisting stomach after all.



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Posted 11-13-2017, 12:31 PM |
Ice ( Staff )
Icarus
Ice Wolf
Male, 2.50
Meso-fighter
35 in, 117 lbs
31 ep
© ev


icarus' eyes watch her walk closer, his ears perked as he gives a nod. his paws collide against the ground, humming as he trots closer to her, going a bit north of her so there was some space in between the two. he examines the woman, her lack of muscle, of fat. his head cocks to the side, "you're not like.. starving yourself are you? because truly, that is not the way to go in doutaini. if you want to die, just jump of the styx. oh! or the pass." he gives a certain nod, "that should do it, honestly. or some girl fell off the gelid sierra's mountain, now she's frozen in ice.. so if you want to be remembered as the idiot who slipped off the mountain." he laughed, quietly at his words. every time he passed that cliff, he remembered the girl that fell, as he looked over it, her face stuck in the ice. his tail tucks behind him, fluffy, warm, most likely inviting. his head turns back as he sits down int he snow. his eyes focus on, trying to smell any other wolves on her, anything that he knew. but, only the stench of the dirt. "new here, doll?" he asks as he licks at his paw, more interested in chewing at his nails then the conversation with slurping of the carcass in response. a yawn leaves his lips as he looks back to her, seeing her tail cut short. he wondered what had happened, icarus had small scars from his many fights that he chose to pick with bigger wolves than he, but never something that prominent. he saves the question for later, already pestering enough, though, that was what he did. pester, pester. like a gnat in the summer.

"speak and be heard."


Asta

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Posted 11-13-2017, 01:10 PM |
Asta
Rogue
Female, 2.75
Ectomorph
35 inches in, 92 lbs lbs
0 ep
© Gl1tch
Icarus
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She continued to gnaw at the corpse as much as she could, tongue flicking out as she licked the smooth bones. Her face was less stiff, nervous and suspicion now without her knowledge, the meal doing very much to ease her starved body. As the male spoke she felt a small growl threatening to form in her throat. What an intolerable male, thinking she would do such a thing. She strived to survive, not become a pitiful husk or one that slipped into the arms of death. She raised her head, pink tongue flicking out again to lick at the blood that stained her fur as her head tilted towards the direction of the male, holes for eyes seeming to search for where he may possibly reside.

"To suggest I starve myself willingly is the pinnacle of idiocy" she grumbled mostly to herself, lips curled upward slightly in an irritated look. The male's nattering voice certainly grated against her ears as he continued to ramble. The female made a 'tsk' noise and slowly sat down on the grass, the cold biting into her behind but her tired feet thankful either way for the rest. "New to where exactly?" she asked, despite her clear irritation to the yapping wolf interest certainly sparked in her dull tone. She often avoided other wolves, so she only travelled blindly for quite a few seasons after she parted with her last surviving sibling. She wondered where they had landed, if they were even still alive. Though the thoughts quickly pushed from her mind, the only one she could be concerned with at the moment was herself; especially with Winter ready to plummet her into the shivering, starving hell she recalled last year.



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Posted 11-13-2017, 01:28 PM |
Ice ( Staff )
Icarus
Ice Wolf
Male, 2.50
Meso-fighter
35 in, 117 lbs
31 ep
© ev


well, at least she was smart. icarus licked at his paws a bit more as she struck a question at him. he ignored the irritability in her voice, that meant his presence was working. "doutaini. that is where you are. specifically, in the styx heights, if you keep going further, you'll hit claimed territory." he speaks, clearing his throat as he looks at the woman, "you have no clue, huh? you've landed in doutaini, realm of magic." he speaks, rolling his eyes as it seemed like he was spewing a fairy tale. magic, grace, blah blah bla- oh! and candy! frost covers the ground, sneaking up to the eaten part of her meal, the rest saved from the frost since icarus had stopped. his necklace glows, a light blue shimmers underneath the light, if you looked hard enough, you could see the snowflake carved into the middle of his gem. his ears flicked as he looked at her, his heart rate slowing, making him feel semi-dizzy, but not too bad. "i am of kiyoshi, of the ice pack. there are nine packs, eight demi-gods, and so many main gods, that i could give a shit less about if you ask me, dear." he hums as he looked over the woman, "just barely a mere sting of what we can do with our powers." he mutters as he shakes his fur out before he looks back across her, "what is your name?" he asks, again, ears flattening to his head as he waits for the woman to answer his question, and see her reaction of what he had told her.

"speak and be heard."


Asta

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Posted 11-14-2017, 04:42 AM |
Asta
Rogue
Female, 2.75
Ectomorph
35 inches in, 92 lbs lbs
0 ep
© Gl1tch
Icarus
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As the male explained to her where she was, Asta felt her mind whir as she decided on a word that summed up the wolf very well to her. Mad.
To her it fit him perfectly as he rambled about Doutaini. Realm of magic? Gods and demi-gods? She felt herself scoff in amusement; she had never heard something so ridiculous. The name Doutaini was unfamiliar to her, yet the comforting knowledge she was nearing claimed territory did make her thankful to have stumbled onto the mad male, as the last thing she needed was to blindly stumble onto a wolf pack who may not take her sudden appearance well.

As the wolf continued to ramble, she felt a chill come from the right side of her where her once warmed meal was seemingly to be chilling far quicker then she thought it would. How bothersome, the scraps left on it would toughen and become difficult to chew through the ice.
She bent her head down again, shivering in surprise as she felt a thin layer of frost cover a part of the corpse. She knew it was cold, but cold enough for ice to form so quickly she didn't believe it was.
Confusion made its way onto the she-wolf as the male spoke again; partly from his words and partly from the frost. He claimed something to be a 'mere sting of what they can do', the female frowned and lifted her head up from the chilled creature's body. The male may of done something, but she didn't hear him move an inch and nor did she smell anything too different. Perhaps, it was a trick though. Growing up the other pups of her old life often toyed and mocked her siblings and she who were blind, warning of false danger or faking the presence of an adult.

Hearing the male hum, and ask for her name, she felt her top lip curl into a blatantly fake, wolfish smile as she unknowing continued to indulge the other wolf. "My name?" she mused, her cut-short tail sliding over the ground to be pulled tighter to her chilled body. "Asta, and what of yours mad wolf?" she finally said after a moment's pause.



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Posted 11-14-2017, 09:02 AM |
Ice ( Staff )
Icarus
Ice Wolf
Male, 2.50
Meso-fighter
35 in, 117 lbs
31 ep
© ev

icarus watches as realization hits her, though, his eyes are set on her other features, since he could not tell by her eyes widening. questions stirred about her eyes as well, but icarus kept his mouth shut as she spoke her name. he gave a nod, "asta, what a pleasure. and i am not mad, just annoyed at spitting the company line, dearest. i'm icarus." he hums as his tail wavers back and forth, clearing his throat as he saw that she was cold. something in his heart twinged as he saw her tail wrap around her body. "if we move farther south, it gets warmer." ah, would you look at that? icarus putting someone else's needs first. for if he moved farther south, he would be hot, as it was warm in the styx already for him. his thick fur made it possible to stand the below zero temperatures in the gelid sierra, a trait of good breeding. maybe he could have a snow cloud over him if they moved farther south, and so he would. his eyes wandered the female, "asta, where do you come from? have any siblings?" he asked as he started his way down towards the south. did he have a soft spot for some creatures? yes. women? yes. children? eh, sometimes, when they weren't little brats. like aion from the gelid, a sweet kid following in his father's footsteps. his peach eyes gleam as he looks back to the female, waiting on the female to follow. "anymore questions i can answer about candyland for you?"

"speak and be heard."

Asta; short :c sorry

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Posted 11-17-2017, 05:22 AM |
Asta
Rogue
Female, 2.75
Ectomorph
35 inches in, 92 lbs lbs
0 ep
© Gl1tch
Icarus
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Asta's crinkled in mild distaste towards the word 'dearest'. She always found those who used words much as that in a manner of addressing others rather grating to her nerves. "Icarus?" she repeated, testing the name on her tongue. Perhaps not the strangest, nor bizarre, of names but one she didn't hear commonly. Pushing herself into a standing position, the she-wolf tilted her head towards the direction of the male's voice.

"We?" she mused at the male's statement of it being warmer south, listening to the male beginning to walk away she hummed and decided to follow him. Getting out of the cold in this unfamiliar land would be a benefit to herself. "I didn't think I would be getting a chaperon" she said, amusement in her tone as she blindly followed the soft crunching of the male's feet pressing against the cold snow. "And where I come from, nor my life should matter to you mad wolf, it isn't a story that will give you an ounce of amusement."

"Though of this place, Doutaini if I remember correctly. How large is it? Any places you recommend I avoid?"



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Posted 11-17-2017, 10:45 AM |
Ice ( Staff )
Icarus
Ice Wolf
Male, 2.50
Meso-fighter
35 in, 117 lbs
31 ep
© ev

"lucky you." icarus called after her statement of him being a chaperon. his head shakes, icarus was more than that. a warrior, a knight, a legion of the ice descendants. of kiyoshi's love. but, kiyoshi hadn't seen him yet. he had not seen that the founder's descendant was here, ready to take on ice again. let his new name, voxxie, be heard! no more living by the past name of alberaq, he would live by the new one. ready to form a new family- one that would live on just like the alberaq name did. his eyes flicker back to the woman who asks how large this place is and not speaking her story. "you'd be surprised at what i find entertaining." icarus mutters as they move south, heat encasing his fur underneath the sun. typical. as soon as he finds a nice, cool place, it's ruined. only if ice had more members, he wouldn't have to leave his castle for fun. his eyes flicker back, peachy as he watches her, "well, nine packs. so pretty large. watch out for rebel, they can be a bit pissy. eh, fire's alright as well as enigma, weird alphas though. very territorial. earth? have no clue. run by some prissy weed im sure. i've met one of the earth wolves, a bitch. divine is cool, pretty loyal and nice conversation. storm? i have no clue. water? no clue. wind? barely a clue. so there you have it. big land, even bigger pricks." he speaks, almost comically, like a tour guide of these lands. "just steer clear of any scented lands, you'll be able to tell when you come across them. though, if you manage to find your way to ice, that'd be cool. you can enter as you please, might want to call for me though, if you don't want to get your ass kicked." icarus hums out, slowing his pace to let the other catch up.

"speak and be heard."


Asta

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