Post by flare on Feb 1, 2011 22:30:55 GMT -5
CHARACTER NAME: Cerberus
AGE: Four
GENDER: Male
BREED: Pakistani Mastiff, more commonly known as a Bully Kutta
ALLEGIANCE: Sparta
PERSONALITY:
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: Standing at 36 inches, the top height of his breed, Cerberus towers above most. He is lean but well muscled and thick boned. He is 170 pounds, but carries the 'tiger-like' stride his breed is famed for. He is black in color, but will eventually gray out as he ages.
HISTORY: * Optional.
SAMPLE POST: Recycled:
A smirk curled itself on the brute's muzzle as he watched the intruder flail against the drengs that restrained him. "A Laven? Well, well, well. Didn't think those weaklings had it in them to send one of their own into Aquus territory." He drawled, seeming to take joy in the male's struggling. He lifted from his sitting position, black fur, which had been blending with the shadows up till now, was visible, as well as the dragon tattoo at his shoulder. It would be so easy, he mused, to just snap this pup's neck and end his misery. Oh, but that'd be too boring. "Tell me, what are you doing in my territory?" He didn't so much ask the wolf, as command him to answer. The smaller wolf gulped, looking around in terror at the Aquus Wotan and his soldiers that caught him. "I-I'm sorry, S-sir. I didn't k-know it was y-your terri-t-tory. I was following a r-rabbit t-trail" The wolf stuttered out his answer. A slow chuckle rose in Daemon's throat at the wolf's fear. "You expect me to believe that, pup? Our borders are clearly marked, and I would like to think that wolves know enough about the Aquus to stay away from our land, even if their prey crosses our boundaries." He said, coming to walk around the Laven, as if he was a vulture, circling his prey, as if deciding what would be the best way to kill him. "W-well, Sir, I-I thought those were r-rumors." Daemon almost laughed out loud. An idea formed in his mind then. Seeing as it was a particularly boring day, he would have some fun with this. Coming to stand in front of him, he contorted his face into a mask of caring, as if he was almost sad that the other wolves of Raven's Circle thought Aquus were evil. "Oh yes, it's quite a pity. They all think we're evil." He said, frowning, shaking his head a little. The Laven looked up, hope in his eyes. "R-really?" He asked, trying to step forward but the drengs restrained him. Daemon dipped his head to the side, a signal for the drengs to let him go. For now.
The wolf looked taken back as the drengs let him go, both moving off to the sides of the small clearing they were in. The birds were chirping, diluting the sinister feel that the Aquus territory carried. You could hear the river gurgling, lapping at its banks as if it was hungry, waiting to be fed by the carcass that would inevitably dumped in it, carried away by the current. "What is your name?" Daemon asked, smiling as if he genuinely cared, as if he was friendly. Either that or he was a superb actor. I'll go with the latter, thank you. "Andre, S-sir." The wolf stated, beginning to feel at ease, though it was clear he was still frightened. "Well, Andre, what is your rank in the Laven?" He asked, motioning for Andre to walk with him, though he nodded for the drengs to follow them. "I'm a hunter, Sir." Andre said proudly, holding his head high for the first time that day. "A hunter? That's a pretty important roll in the Laven, am I correct?" Daemon's tone indicated that he was 'impressed', or more accurately, pretending to be, with Andre. "Yessir. The hunter's are very important to the Laven." Daemon had the urge to roll his eyes at the Laven's 'high and mighty' tone. Faint, ghostly chuckles could be heard from the shadows. He not be the only one having a good laugh when this is over, it seemed. Andre jumped at the sound, and Daemon had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. "Oh don't worry. Probably just the pups playing." He reassured Andre, though anyone that was Aquus could tell Daemon was lying. There were no pups at this date and time. "Oh. Okay. Those rumors must've just gotten to my head." Andre laughed off his initial fear, slight embarrassment replacing it.
What Andre didn't know, was that during their little walk, Daemon had been slowly but surely steering them closer to the water than they already were. "Why are so nice to me all of a sudden? Just a few minutes ago, you were practically growling at me." Andre asked the question that had been festering within him since the walk started. "I was just doing my job as Wotan. As Wotan, I have to deal with all intrusions as threats, therefor I have to be mean at first." He explained, weaving a lie like it was second nature. "But it pains me to be so cruel, even if it is a front." Now they were on a small ledge above the lake. "But I have too since its my job." Andre was in front of him, closer to the lake. Look at that. The pup's doing my work for me. "You mean that, Sir?" Andre asked, admiring the Aquus Wotan a little bit for his dedication to his pack. Little did Andre know was that while Daemon cared for his pack, he enjoyed being cruel to trespassers. A thing that Andre was about to find out. Daemon flipped his ears backwards, another discreet signal for the drengs. The two from before prowled out of the shadows, coming to stand beside Daemon. "Yes. I take my job, very seriously." He smirked as the drengs rushed forward, Andre yelping in shock, incidentally falling of the ledge and into the water below. The drengs jumped in after him in case the fall didn't finish him of. Daemon walked away, smirking, as Andre's screams were drown at by the water. Oh yes, this was a very good day. He didn't worry about the repercussions with the Laven. He had 'probable cause' and that was all he needed.
AGE: Four
GENDER: Male
BREED: Pakistani Mastiff, more commonly known as a Bully Kutta
ALLEGIANCE: Sparta
PERSONALITY:
- Aggressive
- Confident
- Intelligent
- Hot-headed
- Easily annoyed
- Patient
- Strategic
- Perfectionist at times
- 'Shoot first, ask questions later' mentality
- Precise
- Loyal
- Brave
- Fighter
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: Standing at 36 inches, the top height of his breed, Cerberus towers above most. He is lean but well muscled and thick boned. He is 170 pounds, but carries the 'tiger-like' stride his breed is famed for. He is black in color, but will eventually gray out as he ages.
HISTORY: * Optional.
SAMPLE POST: Recycled:
A smirk curled itself on the brute's muzzle as he watched the intruder flail against the drengs that restrained him. "A Laven? Well, well, well. Didn't think those weaklings had it in them to send one of their own into Aquus territory." He drawled, seeming to take joy in the male's struggling. He lifted from his sitting position, black fur, which had been blending with the shadows up till now, was visible, as well as the dragon tattoo at his shoulder. It would be so easy, he mused, to just snap this pup's neck and end his misery. Oh, but that'd be too boring. "Tell me, what are you doing in my territory?" He didn't so much ask the wolf, as command him to answer. The smaller wolf gulped, looking around in terror at the Aquus Wotan and his soldiers that caught him. "I-I'm sorry, S-sir. I didn't k-know it was y-your terri-t-tory. I was following a r-rabbit t-trail" The wolf stuttered out his answer. A slow chuckle rose in Daemon's throat at the wolf's fear. "You expect me to believe that, pup? Our borders are clearly marked, and I would like to think that wolves know enough about the Aquus to stay away from our land, even if their prey crosses our boundaries." He said, coming to walk around the Laven, as if he was a vulture, circling his prey, as if deciding what would be the best way to kill him. "W-well, Sir, I-I thought those were r-rumors." Daemon almost laughed out loud. An idea formed in his mind then. Seeing as it was a particularly boring day, he would have some fun with this. Coming to stand in front of him, he contorted his face into a mask of caring, as if he was almost sad that the other wolves of Raven's Circle thought Aquus were evil. "Oh yes, it's quite a pity. They all think we're evil." He said, frowning, shaking his head a little. The Laven looked up, hope in his eyes. "R-really?" He asked, trying to step forward but the drengs restrained him. Daemon dipped his head to the side, a signal for the drengs to let him go. For now.
The wolf looked taken back as the drengs let him go, both moving off to the sides of the small clearing they were in. The birds were chirping, diluting the sinister feel that the Aquus territory carried. You could hear the river gurgling, lapping at its banks as if it was hungry, waiting to be fed by the carcass that would inevitably dumped in it, carried away by the current. "What is your name?" Daemon asked, smiling as if he genuinely cared, as if he was friendly. Either that or he was a superb actor. I'll go with the latter, thank you. "Andre, S-sir." The wolf stated, beginning to feel at ease, though it was clear he was still frightened. "Well, Andre, what is your rank in the Laven?" He asked, motioning for Andre to walk with him, though he nodded for the drengs to follow them. "I'm a hunter, Sir." Andre said proudly, holding his head high for the first time that day. "A hunter? That's a pretty important roll in the Laven, am I correct?" Daemon's tone indicated that he was 'impressed', or more accurately, pretending to be, with Andre. "Yessir. The hunter's are very important to the Laven." Daemon had the urge to roll his eyes at the Laven's 'high and mighty' tone. Faint, ghostly chuckles could be heard from the shadows. He not be the only one having a good laugh when this is over, it seemed. Andre jumped at the sound, and Daemon had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. "Oh don't worry. Probably just the pups playing." He reassured Andre, though anyone that was Aquus could tell Daemon was lying. There were no pups at this date and time. "Oh. Okay. Those rumors must've just gotten to my head." Andre laughed off his initial fear, slight embarrassment replacing it.
What Andre didn't know, was that during their little walk, Daemon had been slowly but surely steering them closer to the water than they already were. "Why are so nice to me all of a sudden? Just a few minutes ago, you were practically growling at me." Andre asked the question that had been festering within him since the walk started. "I was just doing my job as Wotan. As Wotan, I have to deal with all intrusions as threats, therefor I have to be mean at first." He explained, weaving a lie like it was second nature. "But it pains me to be so cruel, even if it is a front." Now they were on a small ledge above the lake. "But I have too since its my job." Andre was in front of him, closer to the lake. Look at that. The pup's doing my work for me. "You mean that, Sir?" Andre asked, admiring the Aquus Wotan a little bit for his dedication to his pack. Little did Andre know was that while Daemon cared for his pack, he enjoyed being cruel to trespassers. A thing that Andre was about to find out. Daemon flipped his ears backwards, another discreet signal for the drengs. The two from before prowled out of the shadows, coming to stand beside Daemon. "Yes. I take my job, very seriously." He smirked as the drengs rushed forward, Andre yelping in shock, incidentally falling of the ledge and into the water below. The drengs jumped in after him in case the fall didn't finish him of. Daemon walked away, smirking, as Andre's screams were drown at by the water. Oh yes, this was a very good day. He didn't worry about the repercussions with the Laven. He had 'probable cause' and that was all he needed.