Post by Lie on Sept 18, 2010 20:57:11 GMT -5
Oh yes there certainly was a time when we might have cared.
Possibly.
But now I just want to see what you look like turned all inside out... or with all your fur removed.
Might I have a look at your throat?
It's a very handsome throat.
I'd rather like to steal it from you and put it on myself!
name
Sabre
gender
male
age
Five Winters
breed
Gray Wolf
pack
Although he is but one wolf, he does not consider himself a loner. No, he is the humble Beta of the Edge Pack.
mate
Now now... let's not be silly. His mate's name is Aranea. And yes she does exist. You just can't see her.
quirks
Odd little habits Sabre carries vary often, as his very nature is unpredictable.
He chews on his paws when he's bored, often reducing them to bloody patches of raw flesh.
Sabre converses with his pack frequently, but because you cannot see them you'd think he was just talking to the breeze.
He chases his tail. Whether because he's bored or because he was never really a pup, that remains to be discovered.
appearance
His pelt is grey and black, with only a white mask for his face, from which two rather oddly shaped optics twitch. They're more oval than circular, both the same light beige-honey tone, and though you wouldn't be able to evaluate this from sight alone, he's completely blind in his left eye. He's not built for speed, stocky and more brawn than long limbs and toned joints, he's built for battle, from the fangs that extend cheerily from his maw, to the tips of his claws that seem to be poisoned in old blood. Though he doesn't look to be the nastiest creature alive, (though he very well might be,) there's something about his appearance that is off. Perhaps it's some manic twitch in his eyes, or perhaps it's just intuition. But whatever it is, it clings to him like an aura, and it serves as a visible DANGER sign.
personality
Quite simply, Sabre is insane.
It's not the benign type involving simple eccentricity, it's the dangerous type that prods him to query what your innards would look like if he strung them around his throat.
He claims to be the beta of the Edge pack, and will gesture to each and every one of the invisible members, including his much loved mate, Aranea, who he practically worships. If you claim not to be able to see them he'll take great offence, which may or may not lead to his attempting to claw your throat out.
That being said, Mother Nature was kind to his would be victims, and though he's certainly a force to be reckoned with, he tires easily and simply isn't the most rational or strategic berserker.
His moods vary without warning; one moment he'll be crooning over Aranea, the next he'll be tearing his fur out in rage. He's unpredictable and violently so, makes little sense when he speaks and inspires rage and hatred in almost everyone he meets.
And truly it'd be a good idea to drive him off; those few who've ever shown him kindness don't seem to live to tell the tale. He's accepted them into the pack, and one of the joining rites entails his wearing their pretty little throat.
weaknesses
Fragile mind and little sense.
No strategy, no diplomacy.
Despite what your presumptions of him might be, he's actually not too strong, and only when Aranea is in "danger" will he actually become a hazard. Or when he accepts you into the pack.
strengths
hostile -- strong
history
From the very beginning Aranea was promised to the Alpha's eldest, the pretty little femme's entire future already outlaid by the time she was was but a few days old.
The pack was a young one, and the Alpha's eldest was only 3 moons of age, too young to involve himself in the estranged politics of the rather odd little pack.
The Edge pack was odd.
There were three Alphas rather than a uniform two, four betas and a surprisingly high amount of Omegas, all of them fighting amongst themselves to ascend the daunting hierarchy.
And too there was the new way of arranging mates, rather than allowing the Alpha to take his pick, the elders had painstakingly selected two female loners who'd had little choice in the matter.
Of course, one was little more than a pup, and really she wasn't a mate, more the sisterly adviser (and her advice was never listened to,) where the other was the proper Alpha Female, the producer of offspring as it would have it.
By the young age of two, Sabre and Aranea were happily mated, though as pups this bond was little more than a forced friendship that they both enjoyed.
And yet even at the young age, Sabre was strange. When he ate he often saved scraps of meat, choosing to roll in the gore and ornament himself accordingly than eat it.
He'd talk to the glassy eyes of the dead meal, somewhat apologetic as he removed it's organs and adorned himself with them, though more often he'd giggle at them, mock the way they'd died.
And eventually the pack cast him off.
Though they were an odd bunch they were sensible enough to realize danger when they saw it, smart enough to frighten Aranea and Sabre away.
Sabre took his revenge.
He killed them, one at a time every night. Aranea was swift, and he was strong, and together they would quickly cull one of their abusers, leaving them to float about dead in the waterlogged dens.
It's unclear how Aranea died, for he'd been out hunting when he returned to find his mate's throat ripped forcefully from her, a trail of bloodied footprints leading directly to the river where they vanished.
Since then he's been wandering, never welcome in one place for very long.
It should be noted, that of his pack only two survived. He left the two sisters in the dens with their dead pack. One was a military grey, unimportant. The other is at large and goes by the name of Panda.
