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Posted 11-13-2017, 07:38 PM | This post was last modified: 11-13-2017, 09:33 PM by Roswell
Rebel
Roswell
Rebel Sub-Alpha
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 140 lbs
149 ep
© Apax
Mars or any others <3


i don’t pay for suits. my suits are on the house or the house burns down.

taken, he is brought in admiration. a quiet eye that takes in the raw life that consumes the very soil before him. uncultured, the way his hair is rough and if touched the grain of his very home would come cascading down. so abstract to the pillars of red and orange of his home, the halls of death and molded faces of fear. its a brief curiosity as he settles there, on the borders of a wood thick and clean. observing, watching the tree tops for what he may wonder resides in. had the mountain lions traversed down hill from the flame? supposed, his tongue feels thick in his mouth as he summons those of the wood out. to the borders that lead to the ruins, where the soil is that sandy mix;combing two of peace and the unruly challenges of life and god. supposed, he is a murmuring creature of wonder and thought. a request



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Posted 11-14-2017, 09:32 AM |
Earth ( Admin )
Mars
Earth Alpha
Male, 3.25
Meso-runner
34 in, 118 lbs
502 ep
© ev


“In our village,”
folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.


― aleksandr solzhenitsyn, one day in the life of ivan denisovich

the man is through the trees, watching the borders. his brown and timber fur almost blending with the shadows and the brown dirt. a resting man, tired and hungry for something that he can never satisfied. his tail wavers back and forth, what used to be majestic was now losing fur. his eyes watch the borders, vision blurry somewhat. but, nonetheless, he would still do his daily job of protecting earth, watching the borders as if anyone would cross them. his ears perked as he waits, head laying down on his paws as he yawns. his eyes shut closed for a few moments. his ears laying flat before he hears another approaching. his ears stand up once again, following by his body as he spots a wolf, smelling of rebel. the earth king stands tall and proud, making his way out of the forest. "enjoying the scenery?" the man asks, hazel eyes on rosewell as he awaits the response, still on his feet as he watches the man, making sure there is no threat. mars scans him, giving a small nod, as he had never seen the boy around before, never met him. was he new? did he know of the borders? mars didn't know, but there is a grumble about to leave his lips, but he suppresses it, it will turn into a howl if there is a threat.

@[Rosewell]

searching to find myself but all i see is you,
i can hardly stand myself so, what am i to you?




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Posted 11-15-2017, 09:24 PM |
Rebel
Roswell
Rebel Sub-Alpha
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 140 lbs
149 ep
© Apax
Mars or any others <3


i don’t pay for suits. my suits are on the house or the house burns down.

out of place, he is grey and moody among the bright livery of colors before him. greens, yellows, the bark of the trees in their multitude of shades. there, his eyes part and find the man that emerges from the wood;similar in age and he finds himself intensive. electric blue something of the deep ocean, shocking to the bare skin and he is very much that. a man in a kept suit, with the smell of the cigar and clay of his home on his shoulders. "it's different." entertaining his statement, he is not ashamed in his lingering eyes;to the nakedness of the wood he did not shy and she was not bare. "full of life." it lingers on his tongue, those words as his eyes take a slow rise back to the sky, where birds part from the trees in an adventure to somewhere unknown and suddenly he is envious of their travel.

as if catching himself off task, his jaw parts for a brief moment as his tail finds a familiar place of curling along his lip. a wavering seriousness to his cheek, cut of the finest rebellion stone. "I need something that will ease a friend, soothe them." it was less of a request as much as it was something short of a demand, a beckoning of medication that he would get one way or the other. idle eyes, the way his weight shifts to relieve some weight off his burnt and patchy hind leg from his travels. the ache that began from his first joints and up, stretched and overexposed.



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Posted 11-16-2017, 07:21 AM |
Earth ( Admin )
Mars
Earth Alpha
Male, 3.25
Meso-runner
34 in, 118 lbs
502 ep
© ev


“In our village,”
folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.


― aleksandr solzhenitsyn, one day in the life of ivan denisovich


mars gives a nod as he speaks of the forest, his eyes flicker away for a moment, just in time to catch the departing birds. his eyes fall back to rosewell, clearing his throat. “it is.” he confirms. he had seen nothing that came close to the gaia in the sense of life. everything here was living, breathing, moving, at some point or another. his ears stayed attentive as his next request comes. “what kind of soothing are you looking for? for a broken leg? headache? sadness?” mars asks, shifting on his paws as he glances back into the gaia, not inviting the male in yet, his trust wavered, he knew charlotte, he knew that she kept tabs on her wolves, but would she understand if one of them came into earth territory? he knew that she hated magic. she wouldn't even let mars heal her after the claim for rebel alpha. his eyes wander back to rosewell as he gives a sure nod, “c'mon then. let us look for something, you can enjoy the forest even more.” he says, waiting for the wolf to enter before turning his back- leading him into the forest. “do you know the name of the herb that you are looking for?” he asks, curious as he awaits the male.


@[Rosewell]

searching to find myself but all i see is you,
i can hardly stand myself so, what am i to you?




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Posted 11-16-2017, 05:04 PM |
Rebel
Roswell
Rebel Sub-Alpha
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 140 lbs
149 ep
© Apax
Mars or any others <3


i don’t pay for suits. my suits are on the house or the house burns down.

there is a value of becoming impatient, stirring within the jaw that clenches even in his fever of awe, gliding eyes that roam the landscape, finding placement to the hazel eyed man in his questions."no." an exhale, parted lips find a wrinkle in his skin, glistened gums underneath are flashed before settling. expressive, that's what the cathair man was, the one thing his father was not. "like, for the fuckin brain." he assumed that's what it was, just her mind that caught tip of situations and destroyed every possible outcome in the most horrible of fashions. that's what he would say was happening as she tucked into his side in some sort of act of passion and need for reassurance while he was ready to go to war of a man that wasnt true.

his body moves, a stagger step that leaves his crisp hind behind in a moment of extending his toes; stretching it out. "no, i don't mess around with the stuff that fucks with your head." an answer to his question, one ear would find its placement to the side as paranoia begins to seep into his skin. rising fibers from his tail to the arch of his shoulders as he begins his way into the forest. "she gets nervous." a clarification, eyes diverted from the shoulder blades of Mars as he noticed the size difference to a few blooms that his toes pushed through.



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Posted 11-16-2017, 09:47 PM | This post was last modified: 11-16-2017, 10:36 PM by Mars
Earth ( Admin )
Mars
Earth Alpha
Male, 3.25
Meso-runner
34 in, 118 lbs
502 ep
© ev


“In our village,”
folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.


― aleksandr solzhenitsyn, one day in the life of ivan denisovich


mars listens to the gaia around them, ears twirling around as he hears the birds chirp, migrating here for the cold winter. the gaia always stayed warm during the harsh winters- a quality that mars loved. his eyes watch the man as he hears his voice, giving a nod as he speaks. a chuckle leaves his lips as he hears the curse from his word. he nods to the man, thinking deep in his mind to locate a herb that might have been here that would help sooth the mind. ginkgo biloba. it lifted the mood and energy. otherwise, anything else that would help would be out of the gaia, though mars would fetch it and bring it to the man if needed. “well there is one herb that i can think of, it helps lift the mood and energy of the wolf who consumes its leaves. if that does not help, let me know, i will fetch something else and bring it to rebel territories.” mars speaks, starting to walk more into the forest when rosewell followed. he slowed his pace, falling back to almost the rebel's side. “i'm mars by the way, i haven't caught your name, yet.” he speaks, not mentioning that he is the ruler here. he hates the title. his ears keep twisting as he listens around. the title of king makes him nervous, sick. it makes him think of their fallen king. sometimes he used it, but not usually. “by the way, the tree we are looking for, it's very large, over a hundred feet. at the moment, the leaves will be falling, somewhat. so, it should be pretty easy to find.” he speaks, giving a sure nod to the rebel, eyes flickering back to the path in front of them that led deeper into the forest.
Roswell : herb found here

searching to find myself but all i see is you,
i can hardly stand myself so, what am i to you?




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Posted 11-18-2017, 01:34 PM |
Rebel
Roswell
Rebel Sub-Alpha
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 140 lbs
149 ep
© Apax
Mars


i don’t pay for suits. my suits are on the house or the house burns down.

relief, it ushered along the peaks of his shoulders in a hidden wave. how the fibers still peaked like the pine trees of the sierra, how they are slick with humidity and the paranoia that coats his jaw as it parts. barely, where his black lips are separate;to open in an moment of desperation and for what? the man at his side was far smaller, something of what he imagined himself looked like as a teenager. the linebacker to the track kid, normally it was the other way around in terms of trading drugs. "i'll come to you." a correction, to his suggestion and waver of kindness to deliver. there would be no need for earth wolves to be stumbling on their doorstep, there would be no need for any god sharing wolf to be on their doorstep; even the sand serpent that declared him khers. "roswell cathair." his pace corrected as mars slowed, his lips pressing firm together and ears folding backwards as if in a cautious declaration. he is tense in the way his muscles are ready, as ready as they could as his burnt hind caught on a stone;scraping stones agaisnt calloused skin. just a shift in place, collected, he nods as the tree is explained of him.

soon, they would come upon what roswell was only to assume what the fuck Mars was speaking of. his eyes no longer idle to the soil beneath them, but the tree before and its leaves that fell almost in a pattern of some sort. with every shift of wind, a bird landing among a branch, one would fall. an action for action, consequence for consequence. "what does it look like?" a murmur, as he approaches the tree base and a ear flickers backwards to listen.



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Posted 11-20-2017, 05:29 PM |
Earth ( Admin )
Mars
Earth Alpha
Male, 3.25
Meso-runner
34 in, 118 lbs
502 ep
© ev


“In our village,”
folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.


― aleksandr solzhenitsyn, one day in the life of ivan denisovich


mars eyes never leave the path, even as the other speaks. mars gives a curt nod when roswell says he will come to him. it made mars wonder if charlotte did know he was here. his ears lift, clearing his throat as the other introduced himself to mars. “roswell, a true pleasure. may i ask who your friend may be?” mars asks, trying to make small talk as they made their way towards the massive trees. his eyes scan the ground, ears perked as they looked- though it was useless to have the right one even up, as it was just a decoration- no use came with it. it was torn, gone, useless. but, mars couldn't help it. deep inside, maybe it made him feel a bit more normal. as they come upon the tree, mars gazes up into its leaves, many still intact as the winter winds from outside the gaia had not effected it. mars clears his throat as the other asks what they looked like- was mars sick? “fan-shaped leaves, yellow. they should be falling as it is fall, though the gaia rarely changes color.” his eyes shift to the ground as he scavenges. the only thing that would knock the massive leaves down would be a good shake of the wind- or another one of haya's storms. his tail wriggled back and forth as his nose pressed to the ground before picking a yellow, fan shaped leaf up, setting it aside before he grasped another on in his jaws, setting it with the other. he would collect a few, just in case. “how long have you resided in rebel, roswell?”


Roswell

searching to find myself but all i see is you,
i can hardly stand myself so, what am i to you?




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Posted 11-21-2017, 08:21 PM |
Rebel
Roswell
Rebel Sub-Alpha
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 140 lbs
149 ep
© Apax
Mars or any others <3


i don’t pay for suits. my suits are on the house or the house burns down.

his tongue catches, riding the grooves of his teeth and atop the top of his gums as if there was something stuff there. something to keep himself from talking as mars questioned just who it was for. not that he didn't want to tell, or had any true reason not to other then protecting verona's privacy. after all, she hadn't even asked him to come here for her. she didn't know, but he couldn't just hope and pray he was there to usher foreign words to her every time. especially not when he was the one with a sword in his hand and a chestplate along his red stained porcelain. "just a friend" it's a murmur, a signal for the questions to stop and that he would not settle for prying. it didn't interest him, and it shouldn't interest mars at that moment.

eventually they found their way to the sky high trees and roswell find himself parting off from mars, hands in his pockets as he looked at the soil. an picture of what he was looking for not contained and so he began to quiet pick, separate and pile just the mouthful he could reasonably carry home. thats when the questions started again, and those electric blooms narrowed as his skull raised from brushing his nose to the soil beneath and back towards mars. "i was born in the desert, moved to the ridge when I was a yearling." simple speaking, his tongue dragging his dry lips for a moment as he ponders the curiosity of the short, hazel eyed man. "Mars, the important questions are the only ones that need to be asked." It's blunt, and there is a crack of that roughness of the ridge that escapes his throat. a pettiness, almost that cradles as his ears fold back and he exposes his left side,including the burnt handle that was his hind legs by turning away and back to the pile at his feet. "unimportant questions are what causes bullshit to happen."



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Posted 11-26-2017, 06:55 PM |
Earth ( Admin )
Mars
Earth Alpha
Male, 3.25
Meso-runner
34 in, 118 lbs
502 ep
© ev


“In our village,”
folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.


― aleksandr solzhenitsyn, one day in the life of ivan denisovich


the thing about mars, was he loved to learn about creatures. even if they didn't have the best background or if they hated talking of themselves. so, mars listened as he collected the yellow leaves, putting them in the pile they had started. his eyes slither to the other when he speaks his bluntness. mars lets out a laugh, he likes that. he hadn't been talked to like that in awhile. “oh, roswell. then we must find ourselves in the realm of bullshit. i like to learn. i like to hear the stories of others. it keeps my spirit in different places. you can tell me what you'd like. whilst you're here, i would like to hear about you.” he hums as he looks around the tree, taking his eyes off the man as his nose stays to the ground, he could sniff past the dirt and growth smell since he had lived here for over a year now. he knew what was what.

“but the ridge. that must have been interesting. charlotte seems nice enough, tough to deal with at times. do you dislike the gods as she does?” mars asks again, ignoring his statement. mars liked to learn, and so, he would continue.


Roswell

searching to find myself but all i see is you,
i can hardly stand myself so, what am i to you?




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Posted 01-01-2018, 04:59 PM |
Rebel
Roswell
Rebel Sub-Alpha
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 140 lbs
149 ep
© Apax
Mars sorry!


i don’t pay for suits. my suits are on the house or the house burns down.

he is silent, as he is laughed at. those words, his words that are brought with the idea of humor but are very most not of a laughing matter. it draws his ears backwards, how they fold into the thickness that is his wide neck and shoulder that displayed as cut stone. there is a silence that draws out as roswell refuses to respond, annoyance perhaps. a lack of care to argue which had been quite the change in moment from his usual person. a lack of care, more so to just get in and house with the plant as his feet. the gods so infused in the lives of those who wore their trinkets around their neck, though a hypocrite he would be to judge them of it really. he was a child when he wore the heart of the man god who brought him to his knees as he suffered. for what? letting rykerri die?

"do I dislike the gods?" a brief murmur, his cranium raises upon the neck of a quarter hosre, thick and broad as it rotates to Mars and his eyes that are seemingly the shades of the forest they stood in at that moment. "you mean the ones that set my fucking home ablaze and killed family?" another murmur, its unimpressed, a lack of will and understanding in his words. "she's forgiving, charlotte, I'm not."



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