Post by SUBdue on Jun 7, 2009 17:32:16 GMT -8
Name; Exile; Ex
Age; Four
Gender; Male
Breed; Canis lupus x German Shepard
Desired Pack; Cestos/Beta
Appearance: Exile is a hybrid of a Canis Lupus and a German Shepard making him a 50/50 percent and though he is so he looks more like a wolf than he does a German Shepard in physical appearance(his face and ears and even his body take on the structure of a wolf). The dead giveaway that he is even part canine is the color of his fur which is a handsome black and tan tuxedo with two lines just above his eyes and the tan chest and tan legs. Also the color of his eyes is a clue of his candid heritage in that they are off a very strange green color--they are not quite the color of a green olive but lighter and glossier, nearing a light peridot than anything else. This only adds to his look, making the hybrid quite debonair and often a major attraction to the ladies and a mode of envy for the gents. Though he is mated, this does not stop them from flocking and he can't help but mirth at their antics for he is one satisfied boy with his mate Nahrus for she is a perfect match for him. When it comes to basics, Exile stands close to three feet and weighs about 90 pounds(about the size of a healthy German Shepard male and taking in that the wolf side of him comes through his musculature and height as well). Compared to his pure kindred, he stands maybe a inch or so taller, dependent on the species and weights maybe a couple of pounds more or less as well. This makes him a formidable foe, despite the fact that he may not be taken so lightly by his pure kin. What really makes him unique though is the marking around his left eye which is in the shape of an 'X' and is in a blood red color. This is the main reason for his name for he was born with this marking and so his parents dubbed him Exile. Who knew he would live up to that name.
Personality: Exile is a nefarious beast in that he knows what he wants and doesn't hesitate to get it. Though, he may seem gentle and soft, almost submissive at times, don't let this fool you for truly he is only cleverly judging you within his intelligent mind; reading any information that from your bodily and facial gestures that otherwise you may not give clues to verbally. You may think that this is no big deal as it is natural for a wolf to look for information from other sources when one is choosing silence of the tongue but, Exile has been reading wolves like this for years and has become quite a little expert at it. He is a trickster and cunning and he will fool even the slickest of dogs he comes by, always a step ahead of the game and always first to leap barrels over his kindred. You could almost say Exile is far too cunning and boarders a cold hearted nature one filled with nothing but icy glares and an equally frosty attitude and a murderous beast but in fact he is simply aware of his dominance and his right to assert it over the submissive. He is not one to allow others to walk all over him and he takes his dominance seriously especially ,when given a rank in a pack--he will do all he has to to enforce his rank as well as keep order in the family. he may seem all seriousness and no fun and games but this brute is devilishly coy and will have no problem spitting out a few good charismatic comments with that deeply masculine voice that swoons the femmes. Sadly, to them though, the brute had found a mate and is no longer a bachelor but ,that doesn't mean he wont get a kick out of seeing the young faes flock to him and his deviless of a mate, Nahrus, chase them off with jaws snapping.
History: har har I decline. :]
RP example;
[/left]}} Tenacious half blood had left the scene that included yet another half witted youth and a very narrowed minded elder. He could barely believe she was so full of herself and yet, somehow he felt maliciously satisfied of his original thoughts on his pure relatives. The white wolfess had held up to the standard and yet the male found it within himself to do nothing aside from lay it on her about how blind she was. He learned that day that sometimes words were more powerful than actions and though he loathed hypocrites, he would keep his muzzle from ripping the next idiot to shreds for the love and adoration of his brown beauty. His journey though only a week, plus some, had molded the male and he saw a lot more clearly than he did when first starting off. One thing was clear, and that was his time away from the Rebel brethren had done him well as his mind was cleaner than it ever had been.
He swore to himself that he would never run with such tainted beasts again whether they were half blood or pure. A rough snort expelled from his nares as he loped at a steady gait in a southernly direction, headed for the last place he had seen his enchantress. Though, he had only been but a pack or so away it felt like a great sea or massive mountain had kept them apart and his heart beat hard into his chest as he could barely wait to see her again. He allowed everything else that had taken his mind to fall away; to uncloud his mind so he could focus not on the past but the present. He would need to be on his most subtle behavior as he knew that Nahrus belonged to a pack and if he wanted to be with her he would have to gain her Alpha's trust. His throat felt sticky and tight as he swallowed hard, knowing that this Alpha could possibly be as thick-headed as the elder or as much of a half wit as the youths.
Just this once, he hoped the kin he encountered would be of a different sort; a type that was open minded but intelligent. However, he could not help but, feel his hope falter, knowing it may be too good to be true. He wondered if his luck would be as good this time around as it had been when he had met Nahrus for the first time. Would fate shine down upon him again? His heart raced and the tuxedo male could not move fast enough to get to Nahrus and just get this all over with. Be the Alpha deny him, he would ask; plead for Nahrus to come with him and if he accepted him Exile would prove to the Alpha he was good, strong and loyal and not bad like his Rebel brethren. Sure, Exile was rough around the edges but that was what made him unique and attractive but, he wouldn't dare push his weight around especially when Nahrus was on the line.
Exile pumped his legs with all his might and made haste for Nahrus' last location, his nose tipped to the air and his ears alert for her scent or her voice. It seemed like forever but, finally he closed the massive gap and his olive eyes lit when he saw his brown beauty just a few yards or so ahead. As he grew closer that light went dark as he witnessed her being so close and friendly with another male. He felt his heart burn and felt his lips peel into a frown of resentment. He tried to keep his anger at bay but, he could not stand the thought of loosing her to another. He struggled to push it down into his gut and take on a cool attitude as he took up the last few feet and then stilled, waiting on the outside brink of the group. "Nahrus...?" His voice was soft nearly pleading as he called to her, uncaring that the other might not be pleased with his intrusion.{{
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