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Post by ѕтяαу on Aug 2, 2015 2:53:36 GMT
A fierce, solid black brute silently weaved his way towards the border. Unlike normal wolf tails, his was most definitely not thick at all. It was thinner than a cat's tail and ended with a point. The wolf was immensely skinny with all of his rib bones and spine visible from the tight skin squeezing at them. His legs, and the rest of his body were thick with muscle however. However, despite his ragged appearance, the brute is truly as strong as any ordinary wolf. A simply defect from when he was born. Even after a large meal he remained this skinny aside from a light bulge where his stomach resided. His ears were long and sharp, almost like a caracal's. There was a skull of another wolf that hid his own face. A trophy he had received from successfully killing someone opposing him. He was a fierce and dangerous wolf, but, when he drew a line where his loyalties lied, he became extremely loyal. Nearing the border of the Badlands, his icy blue eyes gleamed faintly from underneath the skull. Now standing at the border, the wolf silently took a seat. Black claws glinting in the dull light, a light grin formed on his maws. Now Uranium would have to wait.
He looks similar to this.
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Post by Sylmae Winzor on Aug 2, 2015 4:21:07 GMT
Sylmae Winzor This guy was enough to scare he fur right off the beautiful archangel. She watched him closely, looking slightly worried as she watched him before she decided it was time to speak up. "Uhm. How can I help you? Are you here to join?" She asked as she tilted her head a little bit, her soft golden gaze fixated on him intently. Hopefully he was here to join and not to kill them all. The desert was already dangerous enough, without this guy trying to hunt them all down.
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Post by ѕтяαу on Aug 2, 2015 4:50:06 GMT
The brute's head, which was covered by the skull of one of his victims, turned at the appearance of the female. There was nothing, but silence from his maws. He just appeared to be scanning her over, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter. It was as if he wasn't going to let any detail pass by his sharp eyes. As the female began to speak, the thin wolf tilted his head slowly. "Is this Badlands?" His voice croaked as if he hadn't spoken in a very long time. Lifting up his paws one by one, he took a few steps closer towards the female. His thin, pointed tail was stiff aside from some twitching here and there. Without awaiting a response, the wolf-like creature had already figured it out. "Yes... Join," it appeared as if he were speaking to himself and completely ignoring the femme. His speech patterns were a bit odd, however this was due to being silent for many long years. His mind was still... "Waking up" from that time of silence so his grammar may be a bit off at this point.
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Post by Sylmae Winzor on Aug 2, 2015 21:05:16 GMT
sylmae winzor "Well, we have an auto-acceptance policy here, so welcome to the Badlands. I'm Sylmae and I can help you if you need a tour or if you have any questions. It's kind of a tradition here for all of our new comers to pick out a locker, and so I can take you to do that later if you'd like. Aside from that, do you want me to help you find a place to rest?" She asked, tipping her head to the side in that cute kitten way she still possessed. She loved looking adorable, in all ways, and so that was what she was trying to pull off now, even though she didn't care what this guy thought. She just wanted to look cute for herself.
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Post by ѕтяαу on Aug 4, 2015 14:42:39 GMT
"Auto...?" Shaking his head slowly, the brute assumed what he thought it assumed. Curse his blasted mind for being how it was at this point. He fell silent and thoughtless about two years ago due to constantly pushing himself too far. His voice was just recently being regained since he hadn't been doing as much as he was used to. "Sylmae... I Uranium," he finally said with a light nod of his head as if confirming that was really his name. Uranium, a highly radioactive substance. That was how he was, push him too far and he'd take a few with him. "Tour please, and, what lockers?" The black pelted male had never heard this term before, even amongst his travels. He had heard of many other humane devices, but not one like this. And even he knew that a tour would be good.
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