Scandalous (moving RP)

[Popcorns]

{{i think I have to leave this rp. Sorry}}

[-silvermist-]

honystep walked till she found foxfag she ran and jumped on him and stared to bite his ear, nakita watched her sister and brother play fight

[-goldleaf-]

((aw ok, sorry you cant stay, should i take your wolves pics off the front post?))

Kirsten growled slightly and flicked her ear again, the web getting caught on the silver hoop in her ear, she let out a quiet gasp as she jumped and landed harder than she expected, yet still she persued the deer out of the territory, not caring how far she went as long as she got a good chase out of it

[geinkotsu]

Owners name: Geinkotsu
Name: Kyrasael
gender: Male
Age: Three
Rank: Hunter
Crush: Kirsten
Mate: N/A -open-
Pups: N/A
Personality: He is a silent thinker, and doesn't talk much to other people. He dislikes crowds and would rather be alone or at the least not within a pack of thirteen other wolves at one time. He is mysterious in the way no one knows much about him. He is usually found alone thinking, resting, or eating. He hunts on his own, though isn't stupid enough to take on a bear on his own. And he does well to kill good sized prey for the pack. But he never really does anything unless someone is actually in danger. If no one needs that sort of life-saving help or food, he provides for himself and leaves it at that. Other than his cold exterior, he is kind... in his own way.
History: Unknown. As far as anyone knows, he came limping through, injured almost to the point of death. And even then the wolf did not stop, walking through their camp as if he had somewhere to go, someone to be with. But he submited when few wolves came about insisting he get help and had been sent off to the healer. It took a while for him to get back up on his feet, and he barely spoke within the time he was in recovery. Only answering with 'yes' 'no', an occasionally 'I'm fine'. And if one would ask him of his past, he would not say anything at all.

When his wounds finally healed over completely and fur regrew, the fur above the markings turned a blood red. It was only then could one notice that the wounds were almost strangely cordinated, as if whatver had done it to him intended excurciating pain and decorations to mark him acursed. Though the wounds had been much more brutal and less clean than what appears on his coat, and even some wounds did not leave an after-mark at all, he still goes about as if he was normal and nothing ever happened.

However, being nice as he is and finding that he had yet to repay the pack, he offered to stay and be their hunter. He proved skilled enough, killing deer and other animals with little to no injury. And so he was established into the pack. Yet he still says little to them, as if this is just a job, but does things willingly when asked as if he wants to stay here. A rather complex and strange wolf to say the least.

As of now, he has been in this pack for about seven months since his first encounter upon injury. Somewhere in his huntings, he came upon a magestic bird that shone golden in the sun. A simple step and it had noticed him and his unrevealing gaze. And it flew away, leaving behind three feathers. The same feathers he had tied to his tail in a treasure of coming across the bird. It's elegant yellow feathers will sure to be with him as long as he is able, as they mark him as a hunter in his own way.
Apperance:

Full Concept Artwork
(Do not repost, use, or modiffy Kyrasael without my sole permision. The pictures belong to me, as I am the one that drew them.)
"silly balloons are crazy"

[-goldleaf-]

((very well crafted charecter, accepted))

[geinkotsu]

((Yay! Oh, and sorry for sleeping in, would have posted earlier if it had not been me staying up till dawn))

The sounds of late morning pursued the dark wolf’s ears. The flittering and calls of birds who sang despite his almost gloomy presence. The forest was rather green in most spots, having tall limber trees covered in moss here and there with large thick canopies. The ground was full of bushes and grasses, bellow was soft dirt with sticks and dead leaves and rocks, as well as the roots of the trees that grew over the surface from years of toil under the ground. Kyrasael sat near an curved boulder, hidden in the shadow of the boulder as he lay on his stomach, head between his paws, and tail wrapped around the left side of his body.

His ears were almost pointed at the end, and slightly longer than most wolves. His muzzle was slightly thinner and body having a slender more elegant feel. He almost resembled a coyote, but his strong posture and round based ears and fur suggested not. Kyrasael’s ears faced to attention, hearing the thundering of hooves and paws. The prancing of the deer and the ruffling of the bushes as it ran through or above them. It was more interesting than not, as not many pack members came this far away from camp. But even more so that he hadn’t any breakfast, and it was nearing lunch already. Deer sounded like a good suggestion on the menu.

Kyrasael, stood up in a crouch, hearing it come this way. Perhaps if he assisted in the kill… the hunter would share some of the deer with him. As soon as he was sure, he leapt out of his hiding spot, snarling with his jaws bared. The deer was a female, and a good size too, it’s brown eyes looking at him for a second before Kyrasael, tackled it and bared his teeth into it’s neck. Frightened, the deer kicked and lashed out, trying it’s best to get the predator off it. But Kyrasael had his paw to it’s face and the other on it’s side, pinning it down as best as possible as he attacked it. Quickly and mercifully killing it before it would have dragged on in pain.

After ensuring it was dead, he lifted his head and stepped off the deer, sitting and staring at the wolf that he had heard coming his way. His golden yellow eyes gazing at her silently with such an impassive and emotionless expression. The only way one could describe it was cold or solitary. But he did nothing to suggest ill feeling.

[-goldleaf-]

((totally fine, ide rather sleep in more than anything, and i stay up way to late for my own good as well))

Kirsten trotted to a stop, he breathing uneven and her eyes wild and alive. she smiled half heartedly at the deer, fealing a bit sad that the chase was over. she raised her head high and tilted it, her emerald eyes dancing as she noted the clean kill. her eyes flickered up to see Kyrasael, his golden eyes staring into hers with very little emotion. she flicked the fur from her eyes and let her ears go back slightly at his somewhat cold exterior.

she hesitated briefly before speeking, "you can have some if you want, i was really only in it for the chase." she said with a slight lift in her gracefull shoulders. she sat fluidly and studied a nail that had been clipped over the rocks. she licked her paw quietly, the soft worn leather bracelet on her leg hugging tightly from her paw halfway up to the first joint on her leg, her eyes flicked up under her lovely brows to study Kyrasael with half veiled curiosity. she was, after all, out of the territory quite a ways.

she noted his slight yet strong frame, her sparkling eyes lingering on his interesting markings, though she knew some of the story behind them already. she flicked a delicate ear back as she heard the other deer herd running through the wash not far from where she was, her thought clicking back into needing to chase something. she forced herself to stay, and lifted her other paw to tear out a small irritating thorn from her soft paw pad, the white spot on the inside of her leg flashed triumphantly as it got a peek at the world before she lowered her paw again. she stood briefly to shake out her dark blue tinted fur, the lighter markings on her slender frame blending together well. she sat again and let her tail lay beside her casually

((wait... he is in the pack already right? otherwise we can ignore the fact that she knows who he is in this post...))

[geinkotsu]

((Yes, he’s already been in the pack for a while. Though no one knows much about him because he’s like an antisocial for the most part.))

Kyrasael did not act upon the slight cold act of hers, ignoring it completely. If she didn’t trust him, he understood. And he would not going around making friends, telling them everything about him and trying to get them to accept him. He was here to help, not to be accepted as a friend. Kyrasael did not speak to her as he ate a bit of the dear, taking his time while she righted herself. The shewolf grooming her paws and pulling out a thorn. Kyrasael didn’t eat much, licking away any blood from his nose and lips.

“Are you going to take it back to the pack?” He queried. Not leaving much room to socialize and being direct. If she was going to drag it back, he’d help- seeing as he had helped kill it and it was only fair trade. Kyrasael stood, head held high in a respectable and self-confident way. The feathers tied to his tail gently fluttering against his tail from the small breeze in the forest. The mysterious silver necklace around his neck hidden under his fur except for the pendant that hung freely and pressed against his chest. The symbol having an upside down pentagram with strange inscribing inside and an eye with a small red jewel. Above the two points at the top was a moon and a star. He had it around his neck the day he came here, and he still wore it throughout the months.

His ears twitched at the sound of more deer. But found that he needn’t go after them, since they had already killed one. Kyrasael looked out to the trees for a moment in thought, but obviously not going to share his thoughts.

[-goldleaf-]

Kirsten blinked and flicked her ear back again, the silver hoop flashing, she was surprised at how large the herd had sounded. her thoughts lingered on it briefly before she shook her headsomewhat distractedly. "No i dont think so, theres still half an elk left not far from the camp... plus were really not anywhere neer the territory leet alone the den area." she pressed her legs forward and stretched gracefully, her eyes squeezing shut and her legs shaking as her musculs stretched out. she stood and let out a quiet sigh. she stepped forward and took a few bites from the carcass

[geinkotsu]

Kyrasael looked back at her when she finally spoke. If they had elk, then why was she chasing the deer? It didn’t make too much sense to him, as he was never really one to go chasing things randomly or having fun, as if it wasn’t obvious. Kyrasael, to most people, was boring, antisocial, and downright depressing. But he did have good looks and an interesting feel about him. A mysterious aura of secrecy and perhaps adventure. But he never really thought much about himself like that. It made him feel rather egotistic.

“I see.” He said, walking back to the boulder that he had been sitting near earlier. “Then take care not to stray too far from the pack.” He said. Almost ending the conversation and meet as he laid down under the curve of the boulder and almost melted into the shadows. Though his tail still stuck out and the yellow feathers advertised he was still there. He laid his head on his paws, keeping his eyes open and watching Kirsten.

Kyrasael just wasn’t a fan of talking, it wasn’t him. And if he talked too much, he’d probably leak something he wouldn’t want people knowing. So why take the risk? He probably wasn’t going to stay permanently in this pack anyhow. It didn’t matter if they trusted him or knew his past or not.