[ ❝ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬. ]

[kintsugi.]

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01. jackal. 02. jack. 02. ibizan hound. 03. five. 04. male. 05. bisexual.
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the lascivious, he-devil. the honey-tongued glutton. sir handsome lucifer.
you tend to start keeping note after the nicknames start rolling in. one a
fter another, some amusing, others downright vile. yet all true in some w
ay or another. jack has been called a'many things in his lifetime, though h
is enduring spirit (or maybe his ego) deflect most of what is flying his way
regardless of how ruthless the insult. his mother had always told him to k
eep his head low and his mouth closed, but despite her advice, the looker
tends to make more enemies than friends, and it's probably why he's a str
ay. well, now, anyway. it's not as if it isn't obvious. his breed being rare a
nd few, those churning orange eyes and that spotless white coat. jackal i
s, well, was, a prized family pet. truthfully, house life wasn't all sunshine
and roses. he was bought as an import, taken in for a hefty $7,000. altho
ugh money can buy a fine dog, only love can make his tail wag. that was
something he rarely experienced. they kept him alive, yeah. they fed him
and kept his weight heavy, but there were no walks, no love, simply a ne
w female for him to 'stumble upon' every month or so. he was the money
maker of his family, he wouldn't lie to himself and say it wasn't fun the fi
rst couple times, but it quickly grew tiring and a bit agitating. considering
he didn't have established bonds to his owners other than food, he began
growing closer to the females he met, but that quickly meant he would o
nly have to push them away too. they never stayed long. left. he grew di
stant. he grew angry. then bold. one day, when his boldness grew too larg
e for his muzzle, his owners drew a gun, jack drew blood. then ran away.
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[kintsugi.]

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[list][left][center][size=150][i][b][color=#EEA333]ＪＡＣＫＡＬ[/color] [color=black]！[/color][color=black]！[/color][/b][/i][/size]
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[size=80]male ✸ 5 years ✸ ibizan hound ✸ trapper ✸ [url=https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=85&t=4238864&start=60#p128729007]bio[/url]
with: [color=#EEA333]belle, vy[/color] ✸ where: camp[/size][/center][/left][/list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][size=80][color=transparent]space.[/color][b][i]exhausted.[/i][/b] it was the first word that entered his mind. it had a way of making itself known in little notions of crude humor -- the popping of sore joints, the redness of his amicable, churning orange eyes. although the male wasn't old, his five years clung tightly upon his snow-hide like a fearful child to its mothers' breasts. that rear of his thickened with muscle from his days of scavaging and hunting; stepping forth did each movement bring an impressive ripple among his loins. though his visionaries were foggy with the days of his lost owners and empty dreams, they were still crisp and transparent in thought. [b][i]'suppose it's time to get up and nag the rest of the group.'[/i][/b] yes, tired, but there was no time for such a word, he had work to do. the imposing brute would make himself known as soon as he stepped into the sunlight, muzzle lifting to the clouds filling the atmosphere with the harmony of his sweet slumber songs. it echoed out, stretching the lines of their small territory, spilling from the brim and leaking into the forest like the sounds of an orchestra. a call for anyone to wake up or face the wrath of his pestering.

[color=#EEA333][b]"Wakey, wakey, everyone!"[/b][/color] he spoke in a chuckle, strutting around camp before he came to a stop as his fiery gaze landed on the two females that were sleepily lounging around the middle of the territory. ah, it was belle and vy, despite the dam not being too far along, he could still scent her pregnancy, and it was truthfully confusing to him. of course, he had no clue how long they'd both been here, but he was certain the pups didn't belong to any of the men in camp. he would know. he furrowed his brows, head tilting slightly in a soft snort. [color=#EEA333][b]"Mornin', doves, how'd you two sleep?"[/b][/color]

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[kintsugi.]

japanese themed.
- kyro. k-eye-row.
- romako. row-ma-ko.
- roomi. roo-me.
- kazuki. kah-zoo-key.
- korazaki. core-ah-za-key.

god / mythical themed.
- kaldr. call-d-r.
- leviathan.

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01. milkypaw. 02. milk. 02. mca. 03. 7 moons. 04. male. 05. bisexual.
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gentle baby boy. the kitten of plush and downy furs. one who dances with
the stars fluttering in his eyes. milkypaw, as his name suggests, is sweet a
s milk and just as creamy-white. this tom wishes for nothing more than to
help those around him, which is why he was lucky enough to land his posi
tion as medicine cat apprentice. unbeknownst to him, however, he gained
this spot (and his prefix) due to his fading eyesight, a feat he only obtaine
d due to his father's bad genetics. as of now, though, he acts no different
ly from any of the other felines that roam the clan and can see 20/20 mos
t of the time. because of this, it is fairly common to see him distracted fr
om his duties -- frolicking happily in fields of clover and dandelion. truthf
ully, it isn't certain whether or not he is any good at medicine, and even t
hough his drive to aid and heal is there, his 40-track-mind keeps him awa
y from the poppy seed and closer to mossballs and mice. on top of that it
seems the other medics pity his situation, so they tend to allow him a bit
more 'free time' than past medicine cat apprentices. he only has one kitt
enhood after all. at the end of the day, this child is pure from head to to
e. a kit that is frightened of storms but plays in the puddles they leave b
ehind, a tomkit that would softly pout at the thought of sharing his food,
but inevitably do it anyway. why? because it's the right thing to do, at lea
st to him anyway. the youngster is clingy, hyper, cuddly, and can act a bit
too big for his britches, but all and all is a kind little lad who wishes to pl
ease those around him. who knows, maybe he'll be the next best medic?
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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ .. fly me to the moon !!

[kintsugi.]

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𝑽𝑶𝑫𝑲𝑨 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬x───────

──────x𝑨 𝑮𝑼𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑭𝑬 !!
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( 01. vorona. 02. roo. 03. black borzoi. 04. male. )

if words alone could describe the male, he'd probab
ly be stuck somewhere between 'alluring' and 'terrif
ying.' which, when you think about it, isn't half bad.
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( 04. 111 pounds. 05. 2.9 ft at shoulder. 06. demi. )
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[kintsugi.]

ＭＩＬＫＹＰＡＷ ！！
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male ✸ 7 moons ✸ balinese cat ✸ mca ✸ bio
with: shadefur, calmwater ✸ where: med den

space.if there ever was a sound of bliss and purity, it would be the softly muttered purrs of the sleeping kitten. his downy furs fluttering gently in the dull winds of morn, that little sniffling nose poking out from under his spot beneath his mentor's ashen coat. he, yes, he, was content with staying here under her for as long as time allowed him, and considering time hadn't been the kindest to him, he liked to imagine this was its way of paying him back. ah, paying him back for the time the big dark clouds came and stole his mama and papa away without even a trace. or the time he spent alone in the nursery looking for his friends, or perhaps, even the time he wet the nest after a storm and he was forced to sit in it for a whole four days before one of the elders bathed him. this time, time was playing nice. "h-hi, shadefur...,"