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 Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 10:19 am
There's something ahead that seems to pulse with energy.
Maneuvering around the last of the border trees, you gasp at the large waterfall. Strange how you hadn't heard it before. Large ferns grow on either side of the small pool at the bottom, with a stream rolling off a nearby cliff. There's also a small, but well-traveled path leading around the back of the waterfall, and in a fit of curiosity, you follow it, keeping one hand along the wall to steady yourself on the slick rock. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you find yourself in a large cave, with stalagmites and stalactites jutting up from the floor and hanging down from the cave ceiling. You see a bed of moss in the far back, next to a small, shallow pool, as well as a pile of pretty colored rocks.
You venture closer, drawn by their beauty.
Curiosity killed the cat, you know.
From behind you, there's a sudden snarl, and as you whirl around, there's a teal colored wolf with white, scratch-like markings up his legs, tail and muzzle. Yet there's something odd about it. As your eyes scour his face, you notice two appendages jutting from his skull; horns. Antlers, almost. Your heart stops as he saunters closer, his ears leaning back against his head and his lips curling in a snarl. His eyes are glazed, and his mind is far from where you are. You breath hitches as you realize the horrible truth and likely fate that awaits you.
He's insane. Stark-raving mad.
And you're about to be his next victim.
However, very suddenly, and from behind the teal one, there comes another growl, and another shiver rockets up your spine. He's not alone? No, of course not. Unstable wolves are hardly ever alone, if not killed for their instability. However, the lithe, red female comes up and puts herself between you and him, shoving her head against his shoulder. He hardly fights, and is pushed further back into darkness, until...
Nothing.
Nothing but the sound of claws against stone.
You whirl, facing the opening of the cave, and spot a third, his brilliant gold coat shimmering with wet. "I'm sorry he's made you so distraught." For a moment, you wonder where the voice came from, before realizing that he, the Hellhound, is speaking. "Yes, we can talk. It's quite easy, being descendants of gods and all. Come, sit by me, and I'll explain everything."
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 10:47 am
o1 // Do not post here unless you have my permission.
o2 // Follow the Gaia ToS at all times.
o3 // Don't steal the sketches/fanart unless they are related to your Hound.
o4 // Don't flame.
o5 // If you want an interaction between one of your Hounds and one of mine, send me a request either through the shop, if I'm on, or through pm.
o6 // Please don't be the person to make me add a new rule.
o7 // Re-read rules o1 through o6.August 23rd, 2008
Whoot, the first Den entry! I feel so special. <33
Anyway, for now, this is Liulfr's little place to hide away from the world. As more Hounds come my way, I'll edit the first post and add them in, either in supporting Liulfr or telling him to stfu, though that will depend on their essence.
Writing up most of the Den will happen today, and then I'll make banners for each post or where ever I have a spot marked for them. Please be patient as I set up.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 10:58 am
 Quote:  [ Details ]
Name; Liulfr
----- Meaning / Origin; "Wolf" / Norse
Nickname; Li
Gender; Male
Age; Adult, coming on 2 years.
Sexual Orientation; Presumed Heterosexual.
Build; Tall and muscular, but highly malnourished.
Most Noticeable Feature; The insane gleam in his eyes, one that speaks of true madness.
Voice; Loud, violent, heavy in many ways. When aggravated, it often raises in pitch, becoming almost a shriek.
Aquired By; Flat Sale
Posting Color; Teal
Theme Song; -----
Completed / Ongoing RPs; Lightening Strikes Twice
[ Personality ]
Likes; -----
Dislikes; -----
Personality; With no one to attest for his instability, save for perhaps his mother or father (both of whom he never knew for longer than 6 months), the reason for Liulfr's insanity can only be assumed genetic or traumatic. With a violent streak a mile wide and an inability to communicate without hurting someone, be it physical, mental, or emotional, many would find it easier to avoid him than try to understand him, not that he particular cares either way. He'd much rather be alone, gnawing at an elk bone, than listening to another Hound's grating voice resonating over the walls of his cave. He can't stand pups or anyone older than him telling him what to do, and he's often very aggressive towards males. This isn't to say, however, that he's uncivilized. He can and will act as though nothing's wrong when it suits or benefits him, and can hold a conversation easily, having a large vocabulary to go off of, despite what one might think. Very close minded and set in his ways, Liulfr will often go to any lengths to achieve what he wants, and simply won't take no for an answer, many coming to the conclusion that he doesn't even know what the meaning of the word is.
[ Past ]
History; TBA
[ Relationships ]
Mother; Violent and bitchy, often taking out her frustrations on her son. Deceased.
Father; Unknown, though presumably a wanderer. Presumably still alive.
Siblings; Two sisters, one deceased and the other, unknown to Liulfr, in hiding.
Mate; -----
Offspring; -----
Other Hellhounds; -----
[ Pack ]
Clan; Myrkr
Pack; None, and with no intention of joining or starting on.Quote: [ Details ]
Name; Baldr
----- Meaning / Origin; "Prince" / Norse
Nickname; None. He prefers the use of his full name.
Gender; Male
Age; Adult, presumed 4 years old, but real age is unknown.
Sexual Orientation; Heterosexual
Build; Long, lean, and with limber legs. Built for speed.
Most Noticeable Feature; The large, red paw print on his left hip.
Voice; Gentle and low, almost like the strum of an acoustic guitar.
Aquired By; Custom
Font Color; Dark Goldenrod
Theme Song; -----
Completed / Ongoing RPs; -----
[ Personality ]
Likes; -----
Dislikes; -----
Personality; Coming
[ Past ]
History; TBA
[ Relationships ]
Mother; A gentle, sweet sort of Hound, Baldr's could almost describe his mother as a queen. Presumably alive and well.
Father; Bold and forthright, Baldr never exactly saw eye-to-eye with his father. He left home when his father took over another pack forcefully. Presumably alive.
Siblings; Three sisters and a brother. All sisters are presumably still with their parents, while his brother left long before the notion ever crossed Baldr's mind.
Mate; -----
Offspring; -----
Other Hellhounds; -----
[ Pack ]
Clan; Ljómi
Pack; Uncertain of if he'll join a pack, more likely he'd create his own.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 12:47 pm
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