Relations Emele - Friend. |
Demeanor Sympathetic: Shows sympathy and concern for some. Mighty: Warlander has great power and strength due to his size. Courteous: To an extent. He does not mind being a well-mannered bull. Unless, of course, you pursue him to feed you your own teeth. Stern: In most situations he is relatively serious and unrelenting. He does not hold back on discipline. Solitary: Warlander has been solitary for quite some time now. He's used to being by himself, but occasional visitors every now and then is accepted. | Instincts & Facts Respects the forest. Enjoys lightning storms. Equipped with armored tines. Will only become feral if it is necessary. Has tiger-like teeth and a rare brindled coat. Heightened senses due to his last habitat, Brume. Stares at things that has taken his interest or it could be a warning. |
tracking this guy. c: Hope
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Hope we can maybe RP some time.
I'd be more than happy to RP
It's really nice to see a
Wow, so awesome. ♥
I remember you,even if we
Beautifull character too,tracking.
track.
Schutzgeist; Aww thank you,
Amazon; Thank you! <3
wingeddeer; Yes, I remember you also! Thank you.
Flatsoda; Gracias!
Tracking.
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Duuuuude, he's really cool. I like him a lot so far c:
Mauvable; Thank
FishBiscuit; Dammit Fish why did you view the picture!!
But anyways, thanks. c:
So nice to see a character
lolololol because sometimes
or sometimes the names have little clues in them.. like when somebody is on an anonymous account here but they use their regular Photobucket to upload the picture and then I go AHA and feel like Sherlock Holmes
Snow; Thanks love.
Fish; Oh, lmfao. Well, you got me. OKAY?! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW SHERLOCK HOLMES?? Wtf it won't even let me put a .gif on here.
yes I am quite content :3c
retrack again. >|
Sorry about that Kaoori. I
Insanely interested in this.
I'm glad you are! Thank you
Could I skewer one of my
And by that I mean to ask if you'd be up for some good ol' interactions.
Mmmm skewers. Of course I'm
Tomorrow after I finish this
Prepare yourself!
/zooms past
Fish- -claps hands in
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Open on a scenic night: the
She was able to relax until the cold around her managed to seep in past her fur and grabbed her muscles in such a way that they began to ache uncomfortably. A miniature cloud escaped her lips when she exhaled and turned her still-sleepy head this way and that. Hopefully there wouldn’t be too many deer at the Ruins: it would be an excellent place to sit and watch the stars. Emele shook her hair from her face and crunched through the snow to her desired destination.
Oh heyyyyyyyy. I literally
The large bull trotted through the snow, as if he had somewhere to be, scaring off birds and small critters as he passed by. Hunger was taking over him, he had to fulfill the feeling. He knew the perfect place for a meal. He reached the Ruins, but before entering, he calmly looked around him. Warlander was a bit of a brute, but he was also polite in some cases. This was one of them. When you live in a forest filled with mostly herbivores, you need to respect the forest and what it has to offer.
The coast was clear. He shoved his massive head into a large hole, dragging out the carcass of a dead stag. Warlander was an omnivore, an 'all-eater'. With teeth like a tiger, he began ripping the flesh off of the stag's bones. He was currently in another state, the predator state.
lol dude it's ok. I spent
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Why did it seem colder as she moved toward the Ruins? And why did it look like part of it had been rebuilt? Emm blinked her eyes, but no, there definitely was an extra wall or something added to the Ruins. (I must have been gone longer than I thought! Who knew deer could do construction work?) Feeling very curious now, she picked up her pace until she was well into a full canter that brought her closer and closer until she stopped.
That wasn't a wall.
She stood with her front legs spread apart from her sudden stop, staring up at the backside of the largest deer she'd ever seen in her entire life--cross your heart, hope to die. Her eyes moved over the powerful legs, striped fur, and a crown of threatening antlers. What was he (besides the antlers, from her vantage point it was very easy to see that he was, indeed, male) doing..? She stepped forward quietly and peeked around one of his legs while still maintaining a safe distance. (Cripes! He's eating another stag!)
The sight made her back up a few paces in alarm, her eyes wide enough to take up nearly half of her face and her fur beginning to stand on end. She looked back and forth from the giant to the dead stag, but then she thought to herself.. why should she be afraid? Sure, he was big and eating meat, but didn't she eat meat, too? Emm threw out her chest to try and look bigger herself.
"Excuse me, monsieur!" She called up to him without an accusatory note to her voice.
Your reply made me crack up.
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Warlander was indeed enjoying his meal, but a sudden voice interrupted his feast. He jerked his head toward the source of the voice. It was a doe. His eyes were black orbs, like a shark that smelled blood. He bared his massive teeth, blood covered the bottom half of his face. He truly did look like a monster.
He immediately snapped back into his normal everyday state of mind. His pupils constricted and he quit bearing his teeth. He turned around, facing the doe. He was somewhat just as shocked as she was, but hey, a man's gotta eat. Warlander stood tall and with his rugged Irish voice he spoke, "Evening."
-flings self at-
-catches and suffocates with
^^
Ehehe! So happy you got a
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A small flurry of snow was kicked up when she leaped backwards after being startled by his truly horrific visage. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.. Normally, Emm was quite immune to fear unless it reached out and bit at her, but, due to recent events, she had to train herself to be more wary for the sake of others' well-being. The worry that she felt like a physical weight was lessened as his face shifted into that which was more pleasant. His voice rumbled and vibrated its way through the empty spaces in her chest, leaving her slightly pink in the face.
"Good evening!" She bent into an elegant bow to him. When her chest rose from the snow, she stepped forward and stopped with one of her front hooves raised. "It is quite a nice evening, is it not? You know.." She dropped her gaze from his face and down to the dead stag. She tilted her head. "..venison tastes marvelous with a nice, hearty Merlot." Emm smiled cheekily up at him: for now, she would try to have a nice conversation with this gargantuan stag and, by the Gods, she was going to have fun.
Warlander was slightly amused
He snapped out of it and became more serious. He raised one of his back legs and pushed the half eaten carcass into the hole, as if it were never there. "You must not tell the others. A stag feasting upon another stag will raise suspicion."
The long hairs on her tail
He lowered his head to a more
She blinked, sniffed, and
Her mouth watered slightly at the glistening meat. She ignored her own craving and instead gave a solemn bow to the fallen stag. "Goodbye, fellow deer," She began in a half-serious, half-joking fashion. "Although your soul has gone onto another place, your body will live on as a meal for mister--" She peered back at him and raised her eyebrows in a look that clearly said 'insert your own name here.'
He gave her a slight nod, as
He watched her as she walked towards the lifeless stag, turning his massive body towards her. This doe was a stranger to him, he at least had to keep an eye on her. "Warlander." He finished her sentence. "..and yours?"
A grin curled the side of her
"Emele Louise Raucher. It is a pleasure to meet you, Warlander."
Btw, is it alright if I put
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Warlander nodded towards her. To him, actions spoke louder than words.
The bull felt as if he could trust her, somewhat. The night sky grew darker and the air became more frigid. The temperature made his joints hurt. He raised his head, sniffing the stiff air. "I'd hate to cut this conversation short, Emele, but this temperature is unfriendly to my joints." Warlander remembered seeing a huge Oak tree with a gaping hole in the front. Eager to sit down, Warlander began to trot through the snow, leaving Emele behind. He stopped and turned back, maybe she wanted to join him? "You may join me, if you wish." Without hearing what she had to say, Warlander began to trot off. The snow crunched underneath his massive cloven hooves. His armored tines scraped the belly of the branches from the tallest trees.
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A sharply chilling breeze rolled over her. She lamented the fact that she hadn't spent enough time recently in the Forest to get used to the frequent cold weather so she could grow her thicker winter coat. As such, her fur was short enough that she often had to either snuggle against a stranger for warmth or leave the Forest altogether until the weather passed.
Emm nodded and agreed. "Unfriendly weather, yes." But before she could say anymore on that subject, he was trotting away. The longer hairs between her shoulder blades began to stand up in her aggravation. How rude of him to leave like that! The Frenchwoman's anger didn't last long after he invited her to accompany him and she had to immediately fix a neutral look on her face when he turned back to look at her.
Warlander's pace was incredible due to his size, even at a pace. Emm had to canter just to keep up with him and she also had to focus on avoiding the chunks of snow that fell from the branches when his antlers clattered against them.
As he trotted through the
It was going to be difficult, getting this massive rack and body through the entrance but he managed. He lowered his head, nearly touching the ground, as he entered. The tree was huge indeed, Warlander did not have to keep his head lowered, for the tree was taller than him. He shook the snow from his fur before sitting down. His front legs buckled down below him and his back legs followed. He shifted his weight to a more comfortable position until he was fully relaxed.
How much further was it? The
His roar, or maybe his weight, loosened a large chunk of snow from the Oak's branches and it landed squarely on her head. Emm grunted at the impact. "Have you finished? Is there room for me?" She inquired him with chattering teeth. The doe stepped closer to the entrance to look inside and pick a nice spot to sit, but her vision was obscured as the snow still on her head slid forward and covered her eyes. She shook herself off and shivered at the entrance.
Warlander let out a low
After nestling down in the hollow Oak, Warlander seemed to be more curious now about this Emele. Where did she come from? Why is she here? What is this place? Etc, etc. Instead of asking these questions he remained silent, and stared off into the blinding white snow.
She flashed him a playfully
Emm carefully picked her way inside the sheltering Oak, making sure that no part of her accidentally brushed against the massive bull in case such an event would trigger an attack. She sighed in appreciation at the temperature difference--it was much warmer inside the dark tree, away from the snow and wind. The tendons in her back legs cracked as they folded and she sank to the ground rather elegantly. After some wiggling around and repositioning, she was able to settle after finding the exact point where she could lay both at a comfortable distance away from him (After all, we're strangers and strangers do not normally get very close together) but also close enough that she could leech some of his extra warmth.
A drop of melted snow ran from her scalp down her neck. Emm shivered and looked over at Warlander, at his striped fur and gargantuan antlers. She too was curious.
"Now, I have to ask.." An apologetic look came over her and she smiled at him. "You must get this all the time, but what land do you come from where stags can grow so big?"
His ears folded back.
'That was the wrong question
"Brume.." Emm tested out the name. It was foreign to her and she wondered silently if this was a place he made up for simplicity's sake and to avoid directly answering her question. A smooth grin rolled over her face when he began to ask questions about the Forest. "Evey creature here sees it differently. Because you say your.. ah.. Brume was a better place than this, you might see it as a curse." Her voice was just as smooth as her grin, her accent adding a musical note to her voice. "For me, it is a safety net or a refuge. Although sometimes it can feel like a curse, too." At times her heart so longed for the old ways of Tommy guns and speakeasies that it physically hurt. Thes Forest was often too calm, too quiet.
Bring Emmy into the forest
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"I see." He replied. To him, the forest felt as a curse. It was too crowded and too small for a bull his size. He missed Brume and it's vast plains filled with pine trees, mountains, and the fog that would lay on top of it all like a thick blanket. But he wondered, where did she come from?
Warlander slightly turned his head towards the doe, "..and you?" He asked her in a calm and collective voice.
Maybe some day my TEF will
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"Where am I from?" One of her back legs had begun to slide out from underneath the warmth of her belly and she had to re-tuck it. Emm chuckled gently and gave him a sideways look. "France, if you could not tell by the accent. My parents moved to America when I was very young so my father could teach the Americans how to make decent buildings." Another chuckle accompanied by a small shake of her head. Talking about that far-away time made her eyes become distant as she began sifting through her memories to pick out those that were suitable to share; no doubt he'd ask more questions. If not now, later.
NEEEUUUHH. --- Warlander
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Warlander noticed how distant she became after talking about it. He would like to ask why, but on the other hand, he didn't want to upset her. He wasn't used to comforting someone, hes honestly never done it before. He somewhat kept his emotions to himself, which made conversations like this, difficult. "That sounds, interesting." He had no idea what America or France was, since he was from a completely different world, and era..
He looked back towards the snow. Not sure of what to say. But he honestly wanted to know why it made her that way. "Your eyes became distant, Emele." He said to her. "Why?" He asked in a more softer tone of voice.