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Posted 06-02-2018, 11:21 AM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Heir
Male, 1.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
39 ep
© vik
The sky was a patchwork of clouds. Gray and drab, coming undone at the seams. A thumbnail moon peered down at him from between the clouds like the blind eye of a god. Vahagn hunched his shoulders, letting the thick scruff bundle into a roll of fat and hide. His neck ached dully where ropey scars lay buried under his dense fur. For a moment, he remembered the way Asclepius bore down on him - teeth popping into him, puncturing the tension of his skin; the sensation of becoming blood and meat.

He shook his head, frowned and continued wandering. Trees and saplings grew in clusters the further he went, shrubs skirted their trunks, and a frosty mist clung to the ground. It was colder here than at the Ridge, and more humid. Icicles hung from the tree limbs like fruit. He went up along a path onto a rocky hill and found a gray waterfall wooshing quietly down the terraces of a larger hill in the near distance. Vahagn scanned the surroundings with veiled disappointment, a look of disinterest drawn across his features.

Something crinkled the ice on the ground six or so meters to his left, behind a thicket of shrubs. The Rebel heir lasered in on the sound, muzzle raised, nostrils flaring. His ears flicked forward. Perhaps the deer he'd been following in the first place? Perhaps a bear? Or something else... Damned foliage. Give him barren hills and a wide, yawning sky. The claustrophobic nature of trees and shrubs infuriated him. He narrowed his eyes. He felt his blood pumping strongly throughout his body and the meat of his muscles tensing. And then the bull-wolf of Rebel stalked closer.

Valix



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Posted 06-03-2018, 04:38 PM |
Rebel
Valix
Rebel Warrior
Male, 1.75
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© Lou

through love and resilience he will be better

His brother was not a wolf one could easily misplace in a crowd, in terms of brutes in rebel, Vahagn purposefully took the cake for behemoth. In comparison, Val was scrawny and more pup-like, despite the savage scarring on his muzzle. Taller, leaner, perhaps the only thing he could dream of beating his brother in was a race, but through dedication and training he hoped to even the play a little more in his favor. He had been loping along behind the soft scent of game in those early afternoon hours, a hare or something, nothing he'd been able to actually see let alone catch. As night had dawned on him, the chill seeping into his bones, he had wandered further than he had before into the thick canopy of the forests that bordered their frighteningly, large home. Though he had to admit, just like his brother, he preferred the open cliffs and soaring sky, there wasn't much you could miss in the ridge, from the wanderings of other wolves or the critters that scampered across the cliffs under nightfall. Deep in these woods where even the moon struggled to break through, it was less comforting than the time he had spent outside of Doutaini all together.

Beneath his heavy paws a stick snaps, in the silence of night it is almost deafening and his body goes rigid as he freezes in place, mid-step and all. He wasn't sure whether to run, or whether to press his belly to the snow and tuck his muzzle beneath his chest, to hide from the darkness and those that lurked beyond his vision. But he was rebel now, he couldn't just hide from those that made him uncomfortable, couldn't deny himself the pride and confidence that was so dominant in his blood-family and ridge siblings alike. He creeps forwards, this time taking more notice of where his large paws are placed, stealth a tier he could reach even now, being so new to these lands. The shadow he faces next sends a ricochet of fear down his spinal column, his ears pin instinctively, his weight rocking back into his hind legs before he realizes he actually knows that behemoth shape of an animal. A wolf. Vahagn. "You scared the absolute hell out of me," he groans, his body deflating like a truck tire as he steps forwards and into the small slivers of moonlight that had managed to sneak through the brush above, "what are you doing out here?" he questions, even though it could be pointed at him as well. His maw splits into a grin a moment later, relieved he supposed, that it had been flesh and blood he had found out here.
"speech."



Vahagn thisispoop.



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Posted 06-07-2018, 09:01 AM | This post was last modified: 06-07-2018, 09:05 AM by Vahagn
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Heir
Male, 1.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
39 ep
© vik
The shape that emerged from the shade had none of the characteristics of either deer or bear, save that it was tall and had four legs. Nevertheless, it was instantly and wholly familiar to him; a lean canine, like a gangly pup not yet past its awkward stage of life. "Valix," he called in a rocky voice, preceding his brother's groan by a mere millisecond. In spite of his tone, Vahagn's expression was entirely good-willed. He saw the shadow of his brother loosen, and then enter the slivers of moonlight to expose the finer details of his face. The scars, the cobalt eyes - though everything had a dusky shade of blue and gray in this late hour.

Vahagn chuckled, which sounded like distant hooves treading a field. He moved, attempting to scruff his scrawny brother like Roswell had done to him at the Festival. The memory sent a dull twinge of uncertainty through his chest. Roswell, who was as much a brother to him as Valix, had grown distant of late. Though Vahagn still harbored resentment over their final words to each other, he worried about his alpha and the remoteness settling between them. It left him feeling uneasy, so he did not dwell on it.

He pulled away. A rough grin camped on his face, glowing as warmly as a fire in the dark.

"Tracking a deer." By tracking, he meant only in the loosest sense. Even so, Vahagn shifted slightly, unconvinced that aimlessly following another animal really counted. Althea would likely be unimpressed if this was the best he could do. On the other hand, he was no skilled hunter and did not really know what else tracking entailed. He wondered about the actual limits of his talent. And then, vaguely, he wondered what talents Valix possessed.

"What are you doing?" he shot back, a pointed but playful curiosity lurking in his narrowed eyes.

Valix, nah dude thatsdefinitelynotpoopukiddingme lol



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Posted 06-13-2018, 03:29 PM |
Rebel
Valix
Rebel Warrior
Male, 1.75
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© Lou

through love and resilience he will be better

There was the slightest sense of relief in Vahagn as well as recognition dawned on him, two lost brothers that just happened to stumble over each other, not for the first, but the second time in a row. Valix couldn't hide his glee, boastful in the way his lips spread so far they almost kissed at his ears on either side. The moonlight splinters into his eyes as Vahagn moves closer, the boy bathed in a kind of hollowed out, blue hue as he scruffs at Valix affectionately, playfully. Beneath the pressure, the scrawnier of the two tries to shoulder the larger, a return gesture of good-will though he doubts Vahagn felt it let alone was tussled by it. There is a deep chuckle before his brother steps back, a grin spreading across his dark and unscathed features, Valix finds it surprising that there is no resentment or envy there, his own scars were apart of him now.

Tracking a deer, his brother confesses, Val couldn't help but wonder if his biological twin could, or if like himself, he was merely trailing after whatever smell came his way. His grin contorts swiftly into a jesting smirk, ears swiveling forwards to throw a pointed look at his brother.

"I couldn't sleep," he replies finally, "so I was following the shadows," perhaps he could have used the word hunting, but lying never got him anywhere before. His tail gives an amused flick as he leans backwards into the snow, his limbs folding to bend him into a playful crouch; "wanna play a game?" He wasn't accustomed with sibling rivals, for the enjoyment of the evening though; he'd give it his best shot.
"speech."



Vahagn oh shanks. <3



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