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In Your Head They're Still Fighting



Viper

Ashen
Ashigaru

Expert Fighter (205)
Intermediate Hunter (30)
age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
329
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
141
player
Chrono
01-12-2021, 11:52 PM

OOC: vague after raid

Viper was taking more than extra time on herself the last few days. Was it good care? It could have been, but she was definitely over working herself even if she didn’t show it emotionally. Though she wasn’t very easy to read emotional wise, other than just content or not content.

She had taken runs around the Shrine borders and along the coast line nearby daily and they lasted what seemed like hours with walks in between. As if she was patrolling the borders only she wasn’t, and other wolves had taken those duties at the time of her so called “training”. She sported her armor since she had come across it, she had come to her own conclusion that she would never know when it would come in handy. The size of other wolves was nothing she was ever afraid of, but she had become aware that they were more a problem for her perhaps starting after Noir maimed her. She’d only have her mother to curse for her tiny frame among all these giants, but her physical ability never phased her ego before and it wouldn’t now.

Ever since she lost to Jupiter during the raid, her eyes were open now. Though she already had the feeling of not letting anyone close to her in general, after this whole situation with Jupiter and having her hopes up, she was done thinking that anyone could really be her friend. And now all she wanted to do was get stronger so that would she ever come across Jupiter or her mother again, she would really show them what she had become. It certainly was spiteful and egotistical, but she couldn’t care one bit. She now seemed to have more obsession with those she hated than letting others in now. She had changed a lot in the last season or two.

Viper slowed to a walk as she went to take a short break, but it wouldn’t be long before she would go back at it again.

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Viper has an Australian accent. Prone to Violence.

Viper's defensive and offensive armor is always present on her unless otherwise stated, typically at night or inside the pack.


Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Season: Winter
Status: Single (Demisexual, still exploring)
Height: 28 inches
Home: N/A
Maims: Severe blotch scarring wrapped around the spine of her neck before her withers

Important Details: Viper's original name was Nuada Wreckage-Loire and she is blood related to the Praetor's but doesn't acknowledge that she ever had parents and will get angry if someone tries to remind her of her bloodlines.

Viper's body is littered with a number of tiny pencil-thin scars from her back-to-back fighting and no healing help.

Viper's mind is stuck in the ways of a yearling due to years of solitude and learning to survive on her own at a very young age.

Plotting Thread






Pontifex

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Pup

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Pup
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33
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Light
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6
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Virgil
01-13-2021, 01:26 AM

DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH LOVE IN YOUR HEART

Every day he ventured further and further from the halls where he'd been born, curious what the surrounding areas held for him. Today, he was still safely ensconced in the familiarity of the shrine, though he had moved further into the pallid trees surrounding his home. This was where he stumbled across a strange wolf, who was wearing.. something. He recognized that wolves could cover themselves in various extra furs and layers, but wasn't fully aware of their meanings or contexts. Slinking through the close quarters of the dense forest, the young boy found himself becoming more aware of the noise he made when he moved. The adults didn't make nearly this much noise, even though they were way bigger than he was. Pale violet gaze sought the figures of others nearby, but didn't find any. Curiosity won out over introversion in the young boy's mind, and he continued his approach. Of course, he made sure to take the opportunity to practice his stalking. All awkward limbs and oversized paws, he was forced to slow down dramatically as he slunk closer. One paw in front of the other, trying his hardest not to let the snow crunch too loudly underfoot. Charcoal auds shoved forward, he sought to take in every sound he was making, including his increasingly ragged breathing as he strained his muscles more intensely than he had likely ever done previously.

Finally, he was close enough to see the other wolf more closely. Had they noticed him? He wasn't fully sure, but whatever they were wearing sure looked neat. The violet marked boy took a few moments to peer through the undergrowth, examining the fine crafting of the garment. There were plenty of poky parts, and a few shiny bits. He wanted to wear something like that too! His joints were beginning to protest a bit too strongly at having been crouched in the cold for as long as he had, so he finally stood up and stepped delicately through the foliage. "I don't know you." he said simply, frowning ever so slightly at the wolf. She was covered in a lot of very small marks, where her skin poked through her fur. That didn't look very nice, what had happened to her? Suddenly he noticed that she wasn't all that much larger than him, like so many of the adults were. He was nearly half her size already, maybe more. Was she also a kid? "Are you a kid too? Did your mother make that for you?" he questioned softly, brows furrowing. He gestured with one oversized forepaw at the garments she was clad in, tilting his head to one side in question.

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TO GO AND GET YOUR HANDS DIRTY?




Viper

Ashen
Ashigaru

Expert Fighter (205)
Intermediate Hunter (30)
age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
329
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
141
player
Chrono
01-13-2021, 10:06 AM

The sound of footsteps and crunching behind her bothered her, but she was getting used to the number of wolves around her in the pack. Though she was secretly alarmed by the stalker, she tried to ignore them as she went about on her trail. Her ears faced backwards to the noise, and after so long she couldn't help but come to a halt and wait to see if the stranger meant business. And the tiny wolf child would come out of hiding.

Odd colors were not something new to Viper, which may have been surprising that she lacked interest in them if there were any wolves that knew her immature mental state. But as the wolf-child came out with a statement like she was a stranger to the pack, Viper would turn to face them and squint down at their attentive form. She wouldn't really know what to say, she didn't know them either? But luckily the kid would have something else to say before she could just awkwardly turn around and continue her run. Or maybe not so luckily because what the wolf-child asked was not something Viper chose to dig up.

"What? No, I don't have a mother." Her voice was blunt and even maybe a little rude, but she actually didn't intend to sound that way. Usually Viper would have lashed out at such a comment. She didn't want to remember her parents. But somehow through her series of unfortunate events, she had become less violent to the thought. Maybe it was because she had let out some of that resentment onto Aranea, or maybe it was her continued fear of rejection that soothed her nerves towards others. "No, I bought this stuff. Seen a bunch of wolves with stuff like it, so I had to have some."

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Viper has an Australian accent. Prone to Violence.

Viper's defensive and offensive armor is always present on her unless otherwise stated, typically at night or inside the pack.


Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Season: Winter
Status: Single (Demisexual, still exploring)
Height: 28 inches
Home: N/A
Maims: Severe blotch scarring wrapped around the spine of her neck before her withers

Important Details: Viper's original name was Nuada Wreckage-Loire and she is blood related to the Praetor's but doesn't acknowledge that she ever had parents and will get angry if someone tries to remind her of her bloodlines.

Viper's body is littered with a number of tiny pencil-thin scars from her back-to-back fighting and no healing help.

Viper's mind is stuck in the ways of a yearling due to years of solitude and learning to survive on her own at a very young age.

Plotting Thread






Pontifex

Ashen
Pup

Beginner Intellectual ()
Beginner Healer ()
age
Pup
gender
Male
gems
33
size
Extra large
build
Light
posts
6
player
Virgil
7 hours ago

DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH LOVE IN YOUR HEART

The way she squinted down at him stirred something strange in the boy's chest, and he wanted to scowl at her. He wouldn't though, because that was wrong. Rudeness was not something mother tolerated, and he wasn't yet good enough with words to express his disdain artfully to skirt the boundaries of impropriety. "What? No, I don't have a mother." she grunted, and now the young wraith was taken aback. No mother? That wasn't good, who was taking care of her? She looked old enough that she didn't need milk, but she shouldn't be out and about with no mother to keep her warm at bedtime and tell her stories. That wasn't good at all. Before he could unleash his tirade of concerns upon her, she spoke up again. "No, I bought this stuff. Seen a bunch of wolves with stuff like it, so I had to have some." she explained, and that made some sense. Well, the part that she'd seen others with them, and decided she also wanted some. She was strong enough to go out and get what she wanted, though the concept of 'buying' was a little bit fuzzy to the young male. Regardless, it made sense that she was in the pack, under the watchful gaze of God and the family. She was strong, and didn't seem like the type to idle, if she was willing to go out and acquire those neat garments.

"How did you bought it? Can I also do that too?" he questioned next, keen to learn if he could adorn himself in a way similar to some of the wolves he'd spotted through the treeline around the shrine throughout his day.

"talking" thinking actions

TO GO AND GET YOUR HANDS DIRTY?