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May 23, 2017 - 7:24pm — Marla
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Physical Slightly scorched fur, bruised paws. Mental Stable-ish. Emotional Outraged, hurt.

15.11.2015 |

"The one time I do control myself, I end up regretting it... fucking hell."


Entered in a rather relaxed mood today, planning to just enjoy the twilight. Upon sensing Isabeau not too far away, moved to say hello - it'd been a while since meeting the young quirky dargonet.

Instead of the jolly reunion he imagined, was met with a zap on the nose due to the Isabeau's eletrical charge, a fact that made for zany poofy fur in a rather serious moment. Tried to speak to the doe, received the beginning of what could have been a gruelling fight in return - naturally dodged and backed off, not ever dreaming of hurting Isabeau. At the same time hyperaware of Rahal and Romulus close by too, instantly enormously stressed. Managed to squeeze out a dry remark of his advent once more enticing violence in the other and then stormed off, the image of a crazed, out-of-it Isabeau clear in his mind.

Rage was quick to follow paranoid thoughts as to why Isabeau treated him that way, in fact could barely manage to keep himself contained and not turn around to get Isabeau to answer for this. Barely. Instead, went to the group of rocks he favoured to calm down and not do someting he'd regret.

Was soon joined by Romulus there, which did good to distract him from the paranoia and hurt regarding Isa flaring up as well as instilling a sense of doubtful curiosity - why would Romulus join him now? - However, too stubborn and proud to move away now. Or maybe childish. Did well to roll his eyes a couple times during it, but soon his attention was caught by Isabeau and Rahal in the distance. Once more the rage grew rather bad, fuelled by grief over what he could only make out as betrayal right then - however, Isabeau soon moved off further so was able to sit down again once more - albeit did notice a tree going up in sparks.

Eventually, Romulus went elsewhere again, and Damien switched places to a small clearing, still fuming. Joined by Ridera there briefly, but couldn't manage to greet the doe as happily as she was - in fact, grew more and more furious as time passed, eventually unable to merely sit but rather first run, and then lash out at the next best innocent tree. Blindly hit and clawed at it before noticing watchful eyes on him (Maggot); instantly taunted and snarled at him, torn up between rather wanting to be alone or just beat someone up. Likewise, a second stranger close by was taken note of (Armin) shortly before in a split second deciding in favour of being alone.

Returned to the clearing he was in before, only to depart the forest altogether.
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Appearance


Overall, a formidable, if rather tall wolf in appearance; a fact he doesn't make a secret of.

Despite wolves sporting leaner builds, this one does seem bulkier on the front than what is to be expected normally, making up for more strength and better fitted front in combat situations. Likewise emphasizing this are his antlers, which are spiky and sharp, perfect tools for attacks and much less effective on the defense or even head-on sparring with a cervid opponent. The same case basically like with his claws, which he prefers to use over antlers actually.

Damien sports a muddy, rusty sort of brown on his coat. Different shades of darkness especially on chest and back as well as rich neck fur, which eventually becomes a tuft of hair over his forehead. Orange stripes flow over his body in stark contrast, the stripes on his back giving a slight resemblance to wings; nothing more though.

His tail is definitely not as long as his brothers, but still rather fluffy though.

Basics


Name

: Damien

Titles

: To be gained

Nicknames

: Damy, Day, Dam

Age

: Frozen in his prime. Immortal

Size

: Slightly smaller than #5.

Gender

: Male

Date of Birth

: 11th of April; Aries

Orientation

: Bisexual... probably. Doesn't really care?

Species

: Wolf

Identity

: Here.

Scent

: Natural musk; a variety of smells from the human world (faint).

Voice

: to be decided upon

Home

: Fancies a group of rocks at the verge of the birch forest

Family

: Kody (younger brother)

Status

: Single

Set

: Skull mask, real deer antlers, light real deer pelt

Reference

: to be made

Tumblr

: Broken Chains


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May 23, 2017 - 7:26pm — Marla
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But I must explain to you how

But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness.

No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure.

To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure? On the other hand, we denounce with righteous indignation and dislike men who are so beguiled and demoralized by the charms of pleasure of the moment, so blinded by desire, that they cannot foresee
May 23, 2017 - 7:27pm — Marla
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One morning, when Gregor

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.

The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream.

His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops