6/21-22/2019
Returned to the forest in the early morning hours of a warm summer day. Surprised by the sudden silence he is met with, but seems to enjoy it nonetheless. With ease, he returns to the den to renews his markings that are all but gone due to his absence. The scent of several of his children weigh heavily around it, and the wolf feels pride in knowing that they have kept onto their den for so long. Stuffing his form into the hole, the wolf gets comfortable and dozes off.
Only an hour into his nap, the wolf is bombarded with a dark pelted shewolf with her hackles raised. The familiar scent of Adelaide floods his nostrils before he emits a soft growl like whine. Tucking in with his daughter, he grooms her as they nest, eventually dozing back off for a little while longer. Though, it would seem that his scent traveled far, for not long after, two more bodies shove into the den and clambor over him in their excitement. Dev and Dimitri join him and Adel, practically piling on top of him in the slightly cramped space. It was lovely to see his pups all grown up, but it was simply far too much body mass to try and shove into the den.
Dozing contently with his broken family, he scents another familiar face, and greets her warmly from beneath the mounds of fur. He had sleepily welcomed young Lina over, but it would seem Adel was none too pleased with this. Wants to sort out the pecking order, but its clear that perhaps he should speak with his daughter first and sort out the issue.
In the evening, the wolf slips away from the den, headed for the portal that would bring him to a land of bountiful prey. He hunts to fill the den, dragging the food back and storing it in the coolest location at the back of the den to feed his family as they woke.
Lounged around with Dev for a while, attempting to remain alert to his surroundings, but it was increasingly hard in this heat - especially with a fully belly. Dozed on and off, vaguely catching the scent of someone who he thought long since deceased on the breeze. Perks up a bit, but the scent fades and is overwhelmed by the stench of the meat behind him. Currently resting and re-establishing his scent at the den by his mere presence.
note. (Restocked as of 06/22/2019 expires on 6/28/2019)
His den is stocked with a limited amount of large game. Currently holding four wild hens, one moose calf hock, one deer rib cage, seven salmon, and two large antlers for chewing. Was introduced to a 'portal' where the animals have not yet developed a conscious, feels no shame in taking any game there. Is up for sharing, feel free to start a RP here or contact me on discord.
12/9/2015
Health is slowly regenerating from the rest he has been able to take while his children begin to bring more and more home. Finally able to actually sit up and move around, even more so when his son brought back a large kill. Extremely proud of his son for his kill, and had agreed to allow him first dibs this once. Took it upon himself to wait until everyone was feasting to find a spot to stand in on the kill, contently settled where he could, and took in his fill. Dozed on and off all for the rest of the night and late into the next day, only waking when Adel left his side to start at some creature. Stood as well, taking on a challenging posture to the other wolf, and watching as it thankfully left the area. Wasn't in the best condition to be starting a fight,
12/2/2015
Remains much of the same, health dropping slowly. Almost looks as if he is withering. Has failed to show for work for two days, likely to be punished for doing so. Sleeping most of the time, only sitting up when he has company.
Woke for a short time to see Hisoka near by. Likely stared at the youth for a while, seeing how much he had grown. Can't find it within him to push the adolescent away as he had previously, and so cherished his company until he had gone.
Hardly noticed as his son brought over a recent kill, only waking when the scent of blood caught his attention, and by then his son had long gone. Curiously sniffed at the boar, finding Dev's scent without hesitation and pride filled the brutes chest at his son's first major kill. Thumped his tail a few times before tearing into the flesh. Quartered it out and let the rest roll into the den for his mate, and chewed tiredly at the hind quarter he'd kept for himself.
11/27/2015
As if two sick children weren't enough, has come to find out that Dimitri is now sick as well. Simply cannot understand what he and Va'Tiri are doing wrong, and feels as though he is failing as a parent. A steady decline in mood and mental state is the aftermath.
Becoming emaciated, and un-kept. Hardly having time to himself as he now hunts for 10 hungry mouths, not including himself, as well as trying to maintain his job in the human realm. Any time he does have, he spends resting, a half assed attempt to keep his energy up enough for hunting. Muscle mass is beginning to dwindle, fur is shaggy and un-kept. Can't continue like this much longer, as his health will begin to decline as well.
9/22/2015
Refuses to leave the den as his wife's scent grows stronger, and although he is an involved non participant, isn't about to let some stag take off with her. Was approached by Varg late in the evening, a doe in tow. After a brief conversation the two brawled, not for anything in particular other then to test each other's strength. Was soon stopped by the other, an explanation of him having to leave. Somberly nodded before turning back to his den, but not before sniffing at the doe, who'd taken to sitting at a nearby tree to watch the two behemoths. Didn't understand her motives, and so headed back to the den to submit to the mass of children within it.
Essence
Name Experiment X Alias X, Ex, Scary Face, Wolfbutt. Identificationx Age Adult Gender Male Sexuality Heterosexual Species Cyber-genetic Canine Hybrid Size#5-15 Scent Oil, and Smoke overlying a natural canine musk. Feral VoiceGeth Prime. Human VoiceGarrett. Speech "Speech" #00a0fc Diet Omnivorous Territory29 x 120
Automated • Calm • Collective • Fussy • Hoarder • Over-Protective • Pack Mentality • Quick to Anger • Quiet • Sly • Strong • Violent • More • Later
Facts
• Cross-hair like irises expand and contract, allowing him to 'zoom' in on something at a great distance. Usually has a slim cross-hair look when content, or focused on something close. • Is a mixture of synthetic and organic material. His spine is completely synthetic, as well as his hips and shoulders. This promotes speed and agility, as well as strength. • Has two hearts, one continues to pump blood to vital organs, while the other supplies oil to different mechanical units throughout his body. If his organic heart were to stop, the synthetic heart will trigger a reaction, causing nano-mechs to begin replacing organic tissue with synthetic material. This does not mean he is immortal. • Harbors no emotional feelings (i.e. Fear, depression, love), or at least is extremely good at hiding them. Expresses only Physical emotions (i.e. Pain, hunger, Thirst) • Due to his still functioning organic material, often runs on instinctual behaviors, but more often then not, the synthetic central processor tries to keep him sane and sophisticated. •Currently has a glitch in his vocal systems due to a few components shorting out due to loose connections. This causes a clearly defined glitch in his speech. (i.e. "I'm g-glitching yoo-o.") This glitch has been fixed, all systems are currently functioning at 100% • Saliva is a neon blue color, it is in no way shape or form toxic if kept from being ingested by another, however it tends to cause mass infections of any sort of wounds (i.e. cuts, scrapes, bites.). Similar of that to Komodo dragon saliva, and can be deadly if enough is transferred to a wound. Immune to the effects. • Refuses to bow to another, sees this as a submissive move, and will only nod. This is not to be disrespectful to another, but acknowledge them all the same. • Refers to himself as 'This Unit' 'This One' 'We' 'Us' and other plurals. This is due to having the equivalent of two persons in his body. The synthetic, and the organic. They are seemingly the same, but due to having two different internal cores (Wolf Brain, and CPU) he will always refer to himself in plural. • Refers to others as primitives, beings who have not yet reached the peak of their evolution. Uses this to degrade, as well as promote beings, depending on his relations with said being. • Never parts with his wedding ring, wears this in human and feral form. While feral, the ring hangs from a chain around his neck. The ring is of great significance for the male, the heartbeat around its silver and black coloring was etched from the beat of Va'Tiri's heart. • A delicate chain bearing a crimson colored crystal that is tightly wrapped around the base of his right horn. A symbol of his love given to him by his adoptive son Dimitri. Cherishes. • Maybe more later.
Commencement
The experiment was created at a time of war amungst the human world. Thousands of years into the future, the Earth practically bare of its resources, every continent was at war with one another. Cities completely destroyed, countries being bombarded just so its resources could be taken. It was the beginning of the apocalypse in a sense. The struggle to find another life baring planet, the struggle to find the resources needed to complete this find, and so war was the only option. Take what the other had, and be the ones to survive it all.
The Americans had produced a strange technology, they figured out how to create something both organic and synthetic. This was a break through. The first to be made , the scientists had attempted to achieve a living organic synthetic mix that required only the power it gained from solar and lunar rays to keep it stable and survive without food or water, and it failed, miserably. The organic part of the creation could not be completely without hydration and consumption. It was then the scientists realized they could not create such a thing, and instead moved on, ideas of the perfect war machine, something to help them win this war, and gain the resources they needed. And so, Experiment X was created.
The first memories the Experiment housed were that of the tank he was in. His jaws were taped closed, with a mask at the end to give him the oxygen he needed to survive as he floated in a tank full of preservatives. Much like the womb of a mother, it was a safe, warm, and comfortable environment as he began to grow around the synthetic base they had given him, and while his organic tissue formed, the scientists began to program him. Removing the unnecessary hormones that could cause him to fail, giving him the needed boosts to complete the tasks he was created for. Hoses were attached to each link in his spine, stopping just at the tail, pumping him full of oil and tiny computerized cells that the scientists called Mechs. In every aspect he was made to be the perfect tool. No emotion meant no fear, no remorse or regret. So proud of their creation they could hardly wait to throw him out for tests, and so as the organic body finally finished its growth around the synthetic, they flushed the tank.
At first the processors failed, and he resulted to instinctual behavior, pacing the circular tank, ripping at his hoses once he had the mask off. The scientists were appalled at first, but once the processor was switched over the experiment stopped, turned and stared directly at them. They were wary at first, but when the beast began to communicate through the computerized components they realized they had made a breakthrough. They had succeeded.
It was years of testing before the Experiment was passed with a green light. These tests consisted of battle techniques, and very stressful environments. The Experiment proved he was ruthless, even cruel in his methods of murdering. No one was spared, not even children. He wanted nothing more then to satisfy his creators, the want was so intense that his emotions found a loophole in the programming that the scientists had overlooked, and the craving became more. When they did nothing but check a box on a piece of paper he began to become distraught.
The tests were completed, and they decided it was time to deploy the Experiment. They started close to home, releasing him on rebels within the states. He proved himself even more there, countless bodies left behind, all targeted by the scientists, not a single one left alive. When the beast still received no reaction, he grew even more infuriated. So much that the scientists could see on his computing charts that something was not reading correctly and so they brought him in for a diagnostic. The moment he was within reach he exploded, ripping his creators limb from limb. Tossing their bodies against walls, it was a blood bath.
It was then he began his escape, killing any that stood in his way. Several shots were taken at him, one bullet striking the back of his neck and causing a ruckus in his processor, but he kept on. Running and running. There was a sudden whiteness that surrounded him, completely white, then all was dark.
Affiliations
Heart
Relations placed in this section are Extremely valued individuals. Fuck with them, and you will be mauled beyond recognition.
Adelaide First born daughter, third born child. Delicate and down right adorable, cherishes. Extremely protective of. Azazel Second born son, second born child. Instant bond upon his birth. Interesting colorations, and sparky attitude. Extremely protective of. Heartache.
Dimitri Adopted son, brings a mixture of emotions up in the brute that he has never before felt. Nurture and care, protect and guide, to father and to love. Being as fragile as the small one is, often babies, fiercely protective of. Devereux First born son, first born child. Fluffy and well rounded. Enjoys having staring contests with. Extremely protective of. Kasimir Third born son, fourth born child. Appears to be displeased over every thing, finds this amusing to some extent. Extremely protective of. Heartache. Úlfr Second born daughter, fifth born child. The runt of the litter, but he loves her no less. Extremely protective of.
Va'Tiri Lover, Savior, Heart, Soul. Would lay his life down for her without hesitation. Fiercely protective and possessive of. Monogamous relationship, not open for outside sexual relations. Alpha Female, Wife, Hoard.
Pack
Relations placed in this section are highly valued individuals. Fuck with them, and you'll get a nasty bite.
Beñat Child of Chrona, fearful, silent. Pack. Protect. Chrona Behemoth. Mending relation. Cautions of, but slowly coming to trust again. Pack. Unaware of death. Io Child of Chrona, unmet. Pack. Protect. Lina/Winter Rose Outcast by her own family, playmate for his children. Shelter. Guard. Pack. Shaila Child of Chrona, fragile, sickly. Pack. Protect. Though she is not of his bloodline, treats her no differently for it. Trying to get his children comfortable with her presence. Sloane Small, playful, Feisty. Guard/Protect. Pack.
Preferred Company
Name Description Here
Known Company
Mirai Ex-Pack. Distancing due to family. Rin Silent. Dark. Intriguing. Ex-Pack. Distancing due to family.
Curiosity
Goro Nephew, small, timid. Protect. Ex-Pack. Distancing due to family. Halla Spitfire. Processing. Hisoka Nephew, less timid, but still shy. Protect. Ex-Pack. Distancing due to family. Lilitu Strange, processing. Pandora Processing. Viktor Processing. Zorn Processing.
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The small form sat up at the other's movement, surprised the beast was in the mood to move at all given the current circumstances. Normally, she would lace herself about his legs, but now she merely looked up at him, raised a paw, and placed it as high as she could on his leg. Her head bobbed slightly, a frown turning her lips from its usual smile upside down. She'd thought to say something she felt was big and meaningful, but all she could say was, "Things...will be okay. They will." It sounded like she was reassuring herself more than she was trying to bring the brute out of his downs.
The Experiment had only sat up to re-adjust himself against the tree, eyes open but unseeing as he stood, and stepped slightly to the side. It was not until the pressure of touch was felt on his leg did he actually care to look around, then down. Pan. The name registered quickly, but he could only sully stare down at her. His back hunched slightly as his head dipped down to sniff at her, though it was hardly processed. Her words reached him, but he could only stare back at her wordlessly. No, things would not be ok, nothing would ever be ok.
Va had been almost obsessively grooming the male's back leg as she rested her head against his flank. Her mind was gone, her emotions devoid. She was not there and she was not seeing anything around her except little snippets that slipped passed the blankness. The she demon only slumped to the ground when X moved to reposition himself, the tongue she had formed from the abyss of her jaws licking just as obsessively over her own bone as it had his leg. She heard a voice, a familiar one, and for a moment the outside world filtered in. Blindly, sullenly, Va'Tiri got up, and padded over to the black haired girl, running the abnatural tongue over the female's back, a few times pricking the muscle on her spines. But she didn't notice, she didn't even flinch. Her eyes were vacant, wide and staring at nothing and everything. When she appeared satisfied with that, she looked up at X, though she wasn't seeing him. The outside had slipped away again. She rubbed the skull of her own face against his once more as she passed by him, going back to her spot that she'd had, laying in the same position she had before, blowing leaves of the mound of dirt hiding her child.
When the other did not reply with no more than a stare, Pan felt like a fool for even opening her mouth. She knew she should have stayed quiet, and a part of her kicked herself for not listening to her instincts. Being reborn as what she is now, feelings of loss had been, well, lost to her. She knew she lost her mother and father back in her first life, but she couldn't recall the pain all too well. It didn't help that she had also been quite young at the time.
Taking her paw away from him, she placed it onto the muzzle of her mask as if she had planned to do that all along. The corner of her mouth dipped into even more of a frown and she scooted backwards some, feeling as though she had invaded his space as well. "Gomen'nasai." Her voice was hardly above a whisper as she apologized. Whether or not it was because of the situation or because of her actions remained at an unknown percentage to her. Death called for many downtrodden emotions, but the best emotion Panumbra felt was probably the thick and solid wall of apathy. Crying and sulking would not bring the dead back to life no matter how hard you wanted it to, but for her friends' sake, she felt it best to just mirror their emotions for now. She felt she owed that much.
More movement, and Pan found herself within the shadow of the other large canid-creature, Va'Tiri. Dwarfed, Pan merely sat there as she was groomed. Wondering if the action was something Va had done to take her mind off of things because laying about and sulking probably wasn't the best way to spend the evening. Why not randomly get up and groom your friend in welcome instead for a few seconds? Pan acknowledged it with a dip of her head and a flick of an ear. It seemed like everyone would be out of whack for a few days, maybe even months.
When Va moved back to her spot, Pan walked in a slow circle among the flowers she'd been curled up in before. Each of them wilted and crushed from her constant rolling when she'd gotten bored during the early morning hours. She plopped down on her third time around, tucking her paws under herself with a sigh. How long would things be like this before she could have her friends back to normal, she wondered.
Eyes continued to watch her, nulling out any and every emotion or process that attempted to run through him, it was better this way. Less pain, less heart break. Deep within he knew he had upset his friend some how, but he could not care enough to attempt much more then the words that ran from his tongue, not even bothering to convert them to her own language. "Do not be. It is no fault of yours, but our own fault." The words echoed without emotion around him, the tone was dull, empty, just like he felt.
Fur instantly bristled when Va'Tiri rubbed against him, obviously in no mood for any sort of affection. Though rather then turn and snap at her, only a growl emitted from his muzzle. Narrowed pupils moved back to Pan, half assedly bumping his muzzle to her neck before he turned back around to collapse against the grave. The force of his weight hitting the ground causing it to rumble just slightly.
As soon as he was situated, he was sure to curl around both the base of the tree, and Va'Tiri. Eyes blinked once, a heavy sigh leaving him, ruffling the flowers just before him before he resumed his comatose state, causing his pupils to blink out, leaving nothing but a black abyss in each socket.
Dimitri Santa brings papa a crystal nechlace to hang on his horns, because it reminds him of mama and papa should always have a piece of mama with him.
Tracking this~
YAAAAS
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Interesting.
-sits-
Eeeee yay!
awww shiet son
Ooh hawt dayum.
Please excuse me while I drool on dis.
oooooh yes.
Trackin'.
♥♥
Yeah buddy.
Placing a track on behalf of
hahhha hi c<
Tracking~
boop
very belated track I love
I love this guy ♥
♥♥♥&hear
♥ ♥
edit: attempts to peacock papa X and ends up getting chased and beat up. Fun day!
>c who needs their ass
hope you don't mind if i add
I don't mind at all! cB.
really loving what you're
I added you on Skype if
Tracking this guyy cB he
track : o i like this guy!
[sleepyhead]
The small form sat up at the
Retrackin.
The Experiment had only sat
Va had been almost
When the other did not reply
Taking her paw away from him, she placed it onto the muzzle of her mask as if she had planned to do that all along. The corner of her mouth dipped into even more of a frown and she scooted backwards some, feeling as though she had invaded his space as well. "Gomen'nasai." Her voice was hardly above a whisper as she apologized. Whether or not it was because of the situation or because of her actions remained at an unknown percentage to her. Death called for many downtrodden emotions, but the best emotion Panumbra felt was probably the thick and solid wall of apathy. Crying and sulking would not bring the dead back to life no matter how hard you wanted it to, but for her friends' sake, she felt it best to just mirror their emotions for now. She felt she owed that much.
More movement, and Pan found herself within the shadow of the other large canid-creature, Va'Tiri. Dwarfed, Pan merely sat there as she was groomed. Wondering if the action was something Va had done to take her mind off of things because laying about and sulking probably wasn't the best way to spend the evening. Why not randomly get up and groom your friend in welcome instead for a few seconds? Pan acknowledged it with a dip of her head and a flick of an ear. It seemed like everyone would be out of whack for a few days, maybe even months.
When Va moved back to her spot, Pan walked in a slow circle among the flowers she'd been curled up in before. Each of them wilted and crushed from her constant rolling when she'd gotten bored during the early morning hours. She plopped down on her third time around, tucking her paws under herself with a sigh. How long would things be like this before she could have her friends back to normal, she wondered.
Eyes continued to watch her,
Fur instantly bristled when Va'Tiri rubbed against him, obviously in no mood for any sort of affection. Though rather then turn and snap at her, only a growl emitted from his muzzle. Narrowed pupils moved back to Pan, half assedly bumping his muzzle to her neck before he turned back around to collapse against the grave. The force of his weight hitting the ground causing it to rumble just slightly.
As soon as he was situated, he was sure to curl around both the base of the tree, and Va'Tiri. Eyes blinked once, a heavy sigh leaving him, ruffling the flowers just before him before he resumed his comatose state, causing his pupils to blink out, leaving nothing but a black abyss in each socket.
>_> super late Track ♥
super lateTrack ♥<_<
Sig: Aihnna
reeetrackin' ♥
Track~
Belated thanks to you all
Dimitri Santa brings papa a
Proactive
-Track-
do you mind if i throw an rp
feelin it bc i havent played beravenon in so long, hehe.
PSH Go for it! c: You can do
b.
Also thanks for the tracks everyone. ♥
I can't remember if I tracked
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-sits
gonna finally stalk dis