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[LoneAnubis]

{ Shiocton Accepted. We may start, I will post tomorrow after work.}

{I cannot wait to RP Zevran and get him built up ;P}

[landofmakebelieve]

[I can't wait either!]

[LoneAnubis]

Name:

My name is Omen, and I do not like talking to AGD's who will be wasting my time. I have better things to do than to sit around and be asked worthless questions.

Gender:

Well clearly you need your eyes checked, because obviously I am a male.

Age:

That is none of your business.

Mate:

Ha, like anyone would want to mate with me.

Rank:

I am a Loner, a Shaman Loner. I do not like "company" at all, they only get in the way.

Personality:

I'd rather not speak of it, because again, it is none of your business.

{He has the personality of a mean spirited rouge AGD who knows magic and can manipulate just about anything around him. The purple wisps that follow him around are the trapped souls that he has gathered from his countless journeys around the Russian mountains. He will lash out at anyone, even his own kind when he encounters them. He will use any means necessary to add to his collection of trapped souls. He is easily temperamental and is easily angered, such as if the wind suddenly picks up and blows into his face, he will extend his claws and dig them into the nearest thing, be it a tree or a rock.}

History:

You do not deserve to know what has happened in my past.

{Will you open his heart to find out?}



{I had to add him into the RP ; 3 ; I cannot wait to start roleplaying u 3 u}

[GrayStar51]

ｂｉａｎｃａ

➢ female
➢ commander
➢ bluegrass pride
➢ single

Bianca made her way through the thick, tall grass on the rich soil of the eastern riverbank. Her fur seemed to fade away into the blue green grass the swayed softly as the morning breeze blew through the valley. It was a peaceful, early morning, the sun had not yet peaked over the mountains that cast their shadow on the valley. A few more minutes of sleep for som, cool shade from tiring work for others. In her jaws, Bianca clutched a small hare, the prize from her early morning excursion. She had quite the idea of where this hare of her's was going too.

Bianca walked briskly back to camp. Her heavy, toned body leaving deep prints in the mud behind her. The Bluegrass pride lived in the lower regions of the valley, to the east of the river. The area was pine forest, fertile land with decent hunting. They lived in relative peace most days. But the Valley was luring in new prides slowly. Loners were everywhere, and Bianca kept a sharp eye out.

It wasn't long before she reached camp, and as expected, there was very little activity. Bianca quietly approached the Leader's den, where Zevran rested inside. She sat outside his den, not wanting to wake him if he was still asleep. He would smell her scent quickly enough to know it was his trusted commander if he was alert, which Bianca expected him to be at this hour. "Zevran, I have brought you your breakfast." She announced quietly, respectfully to her leader.

{ Omen Accepted! }

[LoneAnubis]

ϕ Leader
ϕ Male
ϕ Bluegrass Pride
ϕ In his den

Zevran was quite content with how the early morning had brought him quietness, this was is time to do some thinking and to make some plans if there were going to be any trouble for that day. He knew that since spring was coming, it brought out hunters and humans. Zevran didn't really like the human's, but he had grown a distant liking to him, so long as they stayed away from his territory. Zevran lifted his head and sniffed the air, it was crisp and fresh, it smelled of rain. He heard the approach of someone and instantly caught the scent, it was Bianca and he stood up, "Zevran, I have brought you your breakfast." she had said. "Thank you, my dear, this is much appreciated" he said as he stood up and walked out to the opening of his den. He had recruited Bianca to be a Commander because he had trusted her, she was a long time friend from his childhood and she was as close to him as Salim was. "Be careful today, it smells of rain." he told her as he sat down at the entrance. He looked out over what territory he could see, and was proud to know that he was the leader of this land.

ϕ Rouge Shaman
ϕ Male
ϕ Loner
ϕ Near the waterfall

Omen was laying on one of the many rocks that surrounded the base of the waterfall that he had claimed as his own. It was perfect for him, it was in no territory, and it was quiet. He hated being around other's that it had made him kill one when they had gotten to close to him. He lifted his head and looked down at the water at his reflection. "I still am not used to seeing myself like this, these markings, the oddness of their color is really something, and is something that is never good.." he spoke to himself, knowing full well that the countless souls around him could hear him. There was always this one spirit, the female that he had killed, she would always bother him. "You know, you should be counting your blessings because of those markings. You will live a longer life because of being a Shaman, even more so since you are a loner. Omen was so tempted to trap her soul and to have it in his collection, but when he would try too, she would dissipate and leave him to think about what she had said. "I do not want to talk to you, be gone pest." he said to her as he stood up and started to walk back to his den.

[ImmyWimmy1]

Alik
With: No one
Location: Outskirts of the Bluegrass Pride's territory
Current Mood: Enthralled by the hunt, only to find himself on pride territory
Crush/Mate: No one

His heart raced. His eyes were locked. His head barely moved, despite his paws beneath him. They pounded the ground in a solid, even rhythm. Everything around him seemed to slow down. Everything except him and his target. A small Eastern Roe deer. A young female. She was fast for one who was normally so elegant and graceful. Even Alik was struggling with this one, solitary deer. But he focused on the task in hand. He pushed himself forward, increasing his speed minute by minute, second by second. He could feel himself gaining on her. As a youngster, he would have relished this opportunity. He would have let his guard down with the thrill of the hunt getting to him. But not now. No. He'd lost so much prey that way. He'd learned to focus on the task in hand and not get carried away anymore. The deer was not going to escape him today.

The ground beneath them grew softer and softer as they quickened the pace. Alik now had the advantage. His huge paws efficiently spread his weight across the mud. The deer had no such advantage. Her tiny hooves meant that she was beginning to struggle on this new terrain. Alik was gaining on her. It only took him a few more moments. He was soon upon the deer, his jaws wrapping around her slender neck...

-[FADE TO BLACK]- ((My hunt scenes can get a bit out of control sometimes. XD ))

He dropped the lifeless body onto the ground. He stood there, panting for a few moments, looking at his kill. "You were a sneaky little doe, I'll give you that," he mocked the carcass, a wicked humour in his tone. Still panting, the male lifted his head and looked around. He'd never been here before. It was certainly a beautiful spot. Idyllic even. However, Alik didn't care much for beauty. He sniffed the air, looking for any other scents. The hunting here was good. Maybe he'd be able to claim this patch of land for his own.

Suddenly, he froze. Not one scent, but many. His eyes widened. "There's a whole pride here!" he growled to himself. "I should have known!" He looked around, trying to see if anyone was watching him. He sniffed to air again, to make doubly sure. There was no one. He smiled crookedly. He knelt down on the ground and began eating his kill. He allowed the scent of blood to fill his nostrils, making him even more hungry. He knew that leaving a kill could allow the pride to track him down. He'd seen what prides could do to loners. He almost shuddered at the thought. He was safe for now, though. He savoured the meat whilst he could...

[LoneAnubis]

ϕ Rouge Shaman
ϕ Male
ϕ Loner
ϕ On the move

Omen was on his way to his den when he caught a scent. Omen lifted his head and sniffed at the air, he smelled another rouge, moving fast. Omen let his curiosity get the best of him and headed off to where the scent was going. Omen hopped up on some rocks and moved his agile body in and out of the labyrinth of stone and gravel until he was just over where the loner had killed his prey. "You were a sneaky little doe, I'll give you that," he heard the loner say, and as he watched the male, he lowered himself on a rock and laid down, boring his eyes into him. Omen's ears pricked up when he heard the loner speak again "There's a whole pride here! I should have known!" Omen sniffed the air again and slightly cringed, it was indeed pride territory. Omen looked back down at the younger male with the look of amusement. Omen spoke up so that the other male would be able to hear him, "You seem to have something major against prides, youngster." he said while staring his blue eyes into him, knowing full well what the male would see once he looked at him.

[ImmyWimmy1]

ϕ Rouge Shaman
ϕ Male
ϕ Loner
ϕ On the move

Omen was on his way to his den when he caught a scent. Omen lifted his head and sniffed at the air, he smelled another rouge, moving fast. Omen let his curiosity get the best of him and headed off to where the scent was going. Omen hopped up on some rocks and moved his agile body in and out of the labyrinth of stone and gravel until he was just over where the loner had killed his prey. "You were a sneaky little doe, I'll give you that," he heard the loner say, and as he watched the male, he lowered himself on a rock and laid down, boring his eyes into him. Omen's ears pricked up when he heard the loner speak again "There's a whole pride here! I should have known!" Omen sniffed the air again and slightly cringed, it was indeed pride territory. Omen looked back down at the younger male with the look of amusement. Omen spoke up so that the other male would be able to hear him, "You seem to have something major against prides, youngster." he said while staring his blue eyes into him, knowing full well what the male would see once he looked at him.

Alik
With: Omen
Location: Outskirts of the Bluegrass Pride's territory
Current Mood: Defensive
Crush/Mate: No one

Alik's ear flicked back and pinned towards the source of the sound. He lifted his head from the kill and stood up, swivelling around to face the other Antlered Guardian. It was another male, though Alik could tell from his scent that he was no pride member. But still, another male could prove a threat to his life. He'd seen it before. The male arched his back slightly and stood up to his full height, though didn't allow his fur to rise up. He didn't want to lose his cool, but he also didn't want to seem weak.He frowned as he scanned the male with his azure eyes. He was a strange male indeed. His markings were like nothing he'd ever seen before. He had earrings, similar to his own, but he guessed they probably served a different purpose. He also had many other accessories. On his antlers. Around his neck. On his pelt. Just who was this guy? However, that wasn't everything. There was a presence about him, too. A sickly feeling, which made Alik more uncomfortable than normal. He frowned at the male, but suppressed the urge to snarl. "What do you want?" he spoke in a calm, deep voice, though it wavered slightly.

[LoneAnubis]

ϕ Rouge Shaman
ϕ Male
ϕ Loner
ϕ On the move
ϕ With Alik

Omen looked at the male and stood up, arching his back slightly to stretch out his limps to show that the male was of no threat to him. "What do you want?" he heard the male ask him, he knew that the male was trying not to be scared, to seem frightened. "You only serve to satisfy my curiosity, nothing more, nothing less. I caught your scent and wanted to know what was going on. From what I had heard, you do not like prides." he spoke to the male matter of factly, keeping his composure of nonchalance and carefree, keeping his anger at bay. The male had been close to his little territory that he was tempted to trap him, but the though of using the poor male also came to his mind. "He is frightened by the markings, great one.." said one of the innocent souls that he had kept with him at all times. "I can see that" he spoke to the spirit, keeping his trained eyes on Alik. "You look so under fed, having a hard time hunting?" he asked with a mocking tone, knowing full well that a younger Antlered Guardian wouldn't know much about the terrain down at the base of the mountains, and that the food source in the snow plains were scarce.

[ImmyWimmy1]

Alik
With: Omen
Location: Outskirts of the Bluegrass Pride's territory
Current Mood: Defensive, impatient, slightly hurt.
Crush/Mate: No one

The male huffed a the male's comment. "Satisfy your curiosity, eh?" he frowned, his gaze hardening towards the male. "And just who do you think you are? I'm far more than just a specimen for your entertainment!" The male's tone was absent of anger, but he put full emphasis on the fact that he was insulted. Nobody spoke to Alik that way. Nobody! His fur began to bristle, but he soon calmed himself enough to flatten it again. He stood, watching the other loner. It seemed the loner spoke to himself for a moment, as although the loner was looking in his direction, he seemed slightly more distant. Alik was puzzled by this behaviour. Crazy, he though to himself. When the Antlered Guardian referred to his size, Alik began to grow impatient. "So? What do you care? It's every loner for himself out here." His tone grew slightly darker, as he added: "And I'd prefer it if you didn't speak to me in such a tone. In case you haven't already noticed, I'm no longer a defenceless cub."