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Hint
Age:
Approximately ten-eleven months old.
He doesn't see the point in remembering the day he was born... to him, every day is his birthday.
Personality:
Hint flits from place to place, a somewhat lopsided grin permanently enhancing his already approachable demeanor.
He tolerates situations to an extent, but when things get too excitable, he will run off to find a nice outcrop of rock that he can camouflage himself in.
Or a rosebush, but only if absolutely necessarily; he found out as a young pup that thorns hurt!
On that same note...
A word of warning to the wise... do not trust Hint to look after your pups; you'll likely come back to find him reclining in a rare patch of sunlight, after having sent the pups off on a wild goose chase to find him some food.
The winner will get to watch him eat it in front of them.
Short story: It was a dank world that Hint had some accustomed to. The leaves had long since fallen off of already dying trees, and an endless whiteness had settled over the frosted grass. The melting snow he had been prancing across had caused his bandages to become very slippery, so it wasn’t so much of a surprise when he tripped on one and went head over heels over a snow bank ahead of him.
He leaped away from this sudden foe, which resulted in much struggling and yapping. Standing proud, with only one or two piles of snow ladened on his back, he smirked at his own skill in escape tactics. It wouldn’t of the first time he’d boasted upon this. Quite the contrary, most of the time he often ended up flailing around, crying out for help. To be fair to him, though, he did always manage to slink away before anyone spotted him. Which is exactly what he did now, perchance his adventurous image get ruined by some nearby forager spotting him.
Chancing to pounce upon a grey hare, which in turn pulled its own escape tactics and escaped into its burrow, he made his way out across the wilderness. It had been a while since he had seen one of his own kind, now he thought about it and the possibility of meeting another scared him somewhat. He was used to his own company...hunting (
scavenging berries and bone-picked carcasses), chasing after females (
there just has to be one around here somewhere) and enjoying a
"well deserved rest", which he did most of the time.
In the far slung hills around him, a brisk wind picked up and hurtled down towards him on the valley floor. He shuddered somewhat, but it wasn’t because of the cold. No, he was used to
that. It was the fractured howling that was carried across the winds current. It chilled him more than any winter could and ever would.
A hunt was being called into progress, but it wasn’t by any kind of Raphael Hint had ever heard about. He turned thrice in a quick circle, and then ran back the way he had come. Where the Raphael were from. It was safer there.
I can always come back some other time, he thought, as he plowed through the snow.
There's nothing to stop me.Any Extras?:
Willing to role play the particular Raphael in question.
Am I allowed to add to my form if I feel I've been outdone?
I shall not be defeated xD
2 things you know about them:
1. Occasionally, the Raphaels are blessed with one of two powers, although this is not circumstantial. The 'leader family' will have a power, as will any shamans that happen to be about.
It is very rare indeed, if not impossible for a Raphael who is not one of these to be granted a power.
2. Unfortunately, a varied amount of Raphaels pups are sometimes lost in a litter, due to negligence from their parents or babysitter. The pups are helpless by themselves and will need to be protected at all times if they wish to survive.
by moonlight_girl » Mon Jul 04, 2011 3:01 am 
