Post by Trigger on Jun 4, 2009 22:21:13 GMT -8
Name; Trigger
Age; 4 years old
Gender; Male.
Breed; Grey wolf.
Pack; Ebire Alpha
Appearance: 185lbs of pure muscle, Trigger definitely isn’t one to take lightly. He is a rather large wolf, not many match his size but still isn’t above and beyond; and yet has a kinder look to him. With a white pelt and cream tones to it, he is a rare sight indeed. His eyes are a light honey color almost yellow in some lighting, with the odd tone of green in them. On the odd occasion you may stumble upon a black hair because unlike most canines who lighten during the winter Trigger darkens. Under his eyes he has Goth lines of black that runs to his jaw line and two black eyebrow like markings above his eyes. He also has a mane, not often large and noticeable unless really pissed. Also under his chin on his neck is a deep scar which runs all along his neck but is hidden most of the time by his fur.
Personality: Well known to be fearless and bold. With the knowledge of his limits and strengths, he is always confident in what he is doing. He has a deep hate for most other males (mostly ones who are also dominate) and can only be around them for so long before his more dominate instinct kicks in and he runs the other male off or just beats the crap out of him.
This male is a very commanding leader and is quiet capable of keeping his pack in check, be it brute force or simply ordering it. He can be quiet aggressive and isn’t afraid to show his pack the reason why he is top wolf. Even though he can be more or less forgiving, Trigger would rather rip someone apart then talk things through when pushed to the limit; he is literally a time bomb waiting to go off. Being rather hostile, Trigger can attack and attempt to kill anything even if it was a pack member when pushed to far, so one should learn how to read this male fast.
Being both sly and cunning Trigger uses his brain a lot, thinking out strategies and stalking areas. He is loyal to no one but his pack, and will often need time to trust someone well enough.
Apart from his more rough outside, deep, deep down is a softer side to him. Trigger loves pups and will often be seen playing around with them when he thinks no one is looking. He also has a respect for females that he doesn’t often show.
Even with such an aggressive attitude and meaty look on life, Trigger will most of the time show no emotion. He's learned to keep cool and in check until needing the more harsh side to himself.
History: Who wants to know...?
RP example;
†† D E V E N I S H †††† S is for the simple need.
E is for the ecstasy.
X is just to mark the spot.
'Cause that's the one you really want.
Yes, sex is always the answer, it's never a question.
'Cause the answer's yes, oh the answer's yes.
Not just a suggestion, if you ask a question.
Then it's always yes.
Music lightly played in the background as he made his way around the dance room. Moving chairs and cleaning the floor the same way he always did after a class. His body moved with the music as he did so. Bare feet lightly stepped on the hard wood flooring, not even making a sound as he glided around. Sweat rolled down his half exposed chest as a smirk was planted on his face, how it often was when in a good mood. Oh how his family would laugh at him if they had known their great ‘accomplishment’ was spending his time doing ‘girl’ things, as most people called it.
However, for Xander, dancing to be a great stress reliever and was something he could never do without in his state of mind. But as he continued his thought about the subject at hand the more his hips began to sway in a sexy manner. No matter what anyone would dare say to him, he’d simply laugh and show how much of a god someone who could dance looked like; although not many would actually come up to him and say anything, often too intimidated by his looks and the dark aura that seemed to pulse off him.
Once finished his nightly routine, the male turned towards his high-tech stereo. Playing around with the CDs a bit before turning on his work out music, he walked into the middle of the room quickly before the song began to play. Slowly he began to stretch, each move seeming more and more god like as his cat like reflexes kicked in. It didn’t take long before the real beat to his song kicked in and like being zapped with an electrical current his body began to move in rhythm to the music.
A spin here, few jumps and of course hip thrusts. The man was on a roll. It was around this time that an unwanted visitor came trolling into his territory. At first he heard her careful footsteps, but didn’t really take real interest into it. When her fangs sunk into the neck of a human, was when his dance was frozen in time. His eyes widened as the smell of blood clouded his head. A quiet growl escaped from the bottomless pit, his eyes turned towards the large window to the left.
It would be wrong for me to say he saw the creature who hunted, but each movement she took the shifter could almost sense. As gun shots went off and more blood was spilled, the now unhappy Xander slammed a chair into the stereo. He growl deepening each little second that went past.
“Kill? In front of my house…? What the hell is this world coming to?”
He snapped, running his hands through his black hair. He had just moved into town. Just got his defenses from this unknown threat of a company and some idiotic vampire was leading them straight to him. With his teeth clentched he looked over his CD player.
“And look…”
Continuing on his rant the male moved across the room, attempting to put the damn thing together again.
“Broke my stereo.”
He held his arm, stood up and simply glared at it. Slowly his body began to shake as the blood finally hit that simple spot in his brain making him need it. More than anything else, the male needed it. Holding himself back as best he could, Xander could hear the women draw closer to his hide out, could smell her sweet scents before glancing over to glare at her.
Wait. He paused for a moment, staring down the bitch that killed the humans, attempted to threaten his peace and dared to dig deeper into his territory. For that brief moment he would have let the beast inside out, jumped her and would be done with it. But only moments later, with a lot of concentration and a deep breath he relaxed.
“May I help you my dear…”
He asked in a polite manner. Hiding his true identity as well as the urges she had caused him. Xander simply grinning looked the female over carefully and turned towards her. Walking closer and closer, cat like in every way.
†† I'm loving what you wanna wear.
I wonder what's up under there.
Wonder if I'll ever have it.
Under my tongue.
I'll love to try to set you free.
I love you all over me.
Love to hear the sound you make.
The second you're done.Word Count [705]
Author Comments: Xander forever <3
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