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Posted 01-11-2018, 02:50 PM | This post was last modified: 01-11-2018, 05:33 PM by Roswell
Rebel
Roswell
Rebel Sub-Alpha
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 140 lbs
149 ep
© Apax

Vahagn
heavy breath, exposed beyond his lips as he finds himself of the very same peak they had gathered as the humming of the earth spitting of lava was distant in their ears. he is quiet beyond this, beyond the crumble of clumped soil that keeps him grounded in his quiet observation. very little to remember, but there are the smells that faintly bring him back. the shoulders of charlotte and asclepius, carrying him as he felt all but nothing at the time. a lack of touch to his skin, just the rocking and the way his eyes closed without his permission. a lack of control, it brought him beyond a touch of anger and something deep-rooted. control in the hands of the those with iron grips

it's a chemically induced coma that drives together, he, to his clansmen and those of his blood. you could have heard the desperate cries of a scattered heart, coated in iron and forged from the finest hands of the nation at that thought but there is silence that keeps him still. it keeps him as still as his lungs before he calls for the boy of charlottes with little to no promises of adventure




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Posted 01-13-2018, 10:55 PM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Pup
Male, 1.00
Endomorph
38 in, 140A lbs
14 ep
© vik
dragonslayer
Hardy green plants sprouted from the twisted rock, their roots drawing water from the swollen, spring-fed Naveen and minerals from the rich volcanic ash left behind in the wake of Akako's fury. For a brief time, the Ridge was lush, a habitat of sun-faded green and gold and terracotta, bustling with insects and prey. Vahagn stood looking down on the landscape from a narrow shelf of rock, a warm thermal ruffling his coat. A shadow passed over him as a mighty golden bird rode the wind. He did not need to look up to know what it was. Eagles ruled the air as the wolves ruled the land. He took a deep breath, letting the smell of the dust and heat settle into his lungs. The smell of Rebel and the redmen.

The wind carried something else: the call of his alpha. Surprised but stoic, Vahagn turned toward it like a lion, reading the crust and cracks of the landscape below for a moment in silence. Then he laid back his massive head and howled a response: I will be there.
Slipping down from his ledge was no simple task, but, confident and familiar with the territory, the youth made it seem easy. Swaying and beastlike, he cut a path to Roswell through the perilous rocks, arriving within minutes after his summons. The young wolf flicked his ears against his skull in a rare display of humility and bent his thick neck for a bow. But his brows were pulled together in curiosity, and the omnipresent sense of urgency and irritation, the aggression prickled under his skin. "Roswell?" he rumbled.

Roswell



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Posted 01-14-2018, 07:31 PM | This post was last modified: 01-14-2018, 07:32 PM by Roswell
Rebel
Roswell
Rebel Sub-Alpha
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 140 lbs
149 ep
© Apax

Vahagn
sloped skull, his eye peer across the vast land. scarred, once fertile and exposing in the spring. hints of its arrival still attempted to blister up through the ruins of Akako's baby fit. returned, words on the wind bring his ears forward to a mountainous peak as he adjusts himself on the slab overlooking the kingsman steed. poise and quiet, the turn of his head is a welcoming to the arrival of Vahagn. a formal invitation, watching from the tilt of his distant eye to his courtesy and word. something of a grunt pressed through his lips, almost a clearing of his throat;saliva coated the back of his throat in strands. a working tongue digging at the back of his teeth is the challenger. "Vahagn, I have a job for you." straight to the point, he turns his shoulder to face the thick necked lion at his side. priority that is distant in his eye, as he watches and takes a moment to find his words. to find him, in his suspicion, in his lack of judgement. "badr, the pale woman from the ruins?" his pale cheek would cock to the side, electric eyes watching for words to leave his lip but he would not stay quiet long enough for such a thing. "i want you to shadow her from now on, but do not piss off those god lovers she is with" roswell is kept to the idea of her, of ehr high cheekbone and shy tones. (he can still feel her skin agaisnt his lips, amongst the crowd of pain and greed, he would have fixed his collar to lose the gaze of vahagn)



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Posted 01-15-2018, 01:23 PM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Pup
Male, 1.00
Endomorph
38 in, 140A lbs
14 ep
© vik
dragonslayer
With a locomotive sigh, the youth slowly resumed his natural assertive posture. His ears returned to their forward positions, pointed hornlike toward heaven. His skull rose to its natural towering height, well above the average of most wolves, and nearly level with Roswell's now. Vahagn studied the great iron-clad soldier before him with a level of respect he rarely mustered for anyone else. Very few in his life he deemed deserved it. And it seemed, for now, he could restrain himself from testing his red brother's mettle.

The job was simple. Vahagn shifted his weight as he mulled it over. He said nothing at first until he was certain Roswell had nothing else to say. He questioned no part of the task itself, trusting Roswell to explain only as much or as little as he needed to know. But the warning, even though it was prudent, rattled the young man's temper. In deep, volcanic tones, he spoke: "I do not fear these 'god lovers.' They should be afraid of us." Why placate that which you can crush? All life involves risk, and yet the tiger does not concern himself with the anger of rats. Vahagn inhaled, enjoying the tension across his shoulders and the pulse pounding in his veins. The fearlessness of his childhood was indeed strong in him still. He wondered, vaguely, how much of it Roswell possessed. "But I will not provoke them." Dutiful, he would follow the order to the letter. Until his job was finished, or Roswell no longer claimed his authority over the Rebels. "Anything else I should know?"

Roswell



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Posted 01-16-2018, 04:51 PM |
Rebel
Roswell
Rebel Sub-Alpha
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 140 lbs
149 ep
© Apax

Vahagn
there is amusement that dances on his face, from lip to lip it drives into something of a smile at Vahagns bold words. something familiar, bold and composed. something that still drew from a fire in the pit of his stomach, a familiarity, a promise in belief that he wanted to agree with but it was like he could feel the stinging of his legs all over again in that moment. "fear and respect are two different things Vahagn." correction, perhaps. that same lack of fear composed roswell until the day his home was lit ablaze, until the day charlotte had announced rykerris passing. until the days after where his dreams were filled with warps of time, night sweats and lingering infections that were being fought with whatever Famine was making him eat. he takes his mission, his challenge without hesitation and it brings his ears back in some sort of curiosity. no questions asked, blind loyalty and it brought his eyes to narrow at the distant vibrant shrubs over his shoulder. "keep her safe, Vahagn, or I'll come after your head first." responsibility, the life fo another in thin hands of a barely teenager. a test that colorized his truth and hope, his love and dedication. an uneasy thing.

we could probably end it here? <3



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