Pet's ID Tag:
16
Name You'd Choose for It:
Dein Nomos
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
While I think that this design is mostly looked at as being a "female" design, I see myself using him as a samurai/sword dancer esque character. Besides that, I have had a character in mind without a picture for the longest time. This design is nearly a perfect match for the character. He would be very much loved, likely used in a comic I have planned. I have simply been dieing to find this character who I'd call Dein Nomos.
Background:
He sat there, just imagining how the day could get worse. With his stomach to the sky the hound rolled over and crawled lazily into the shade, allowing the cold to cleanse him.
"It's too hot out..."
Yawning gently, the cold making him tired, he sat up and scanned the immediate area. With his ears scanning the area, his shrank back to the bark of the great willow, hoping it would help hide his pink, though maybe what pink did show would look like some flora. Sitting there, back to the tree, his eyes focused on the surroundings. Unfamiliar with the area, his senses tingled.
Remaining ever quiet, he leaned down, snatching his sword in his maw, the glittering ebony blade a curious color for a curved sword. It was simply stunning with its silver handle though. While he held it in his maw, the length of the blade, all six feet of it dwarfed his furry muscular body. The Akita growled a little, the hair hiding his electric blue eyes while he stood on guard. The smoke from his dieing fire whisked to the left from his perspective. The blade followed, slicing the air. The intruder jumped back and blinked once, lips glued shut.
Dropping the blade, Dein stood there, his calm slowly collecting. The blade lay on his paws, ready to be flicked up into the air at any time. Still quiet, he watched his intruder with curious caution.
"I do not wish to fight. It's too hot out."
Said with a straight face, Dein Nomos just stood there, ears erect.
Snickering a little, the stranger looked at the burned pink wolf and sneered, spotting the blade and cocking a brow.
"Hand the blade over and I'll be on my way. Then you can go back to sleeping you old man."
Solid black, though clearly young and cocky, the male paced in excitement at the though of taking such a prize away from a poor old man.
While watching the mannerisms of the young one, the old wolf yawned and sat down.
"You want it? Come get it. Please, take it off an old dog's paws..."
Watching him, his hair dangled in his face while he sat still.
The whelp blinked and inched closer, looking intently at the sword while moving closer.
"You... ca't just sit there. What if I decide to kill you?"
He stopped and looked at Nomos with bewilderment.
Nomos just shrugged and yawned.
"Then it is meant to be."
Closing his eyes now, his ears twitched a little at the young one's urge to move.
"No? You don't want it?"
He stood, sword in his mouth. Then it was over.
Without much gore at all, Dein had driven off the young wolf and now settled back down for a nap. There really wasn't much excitement. No one would touch his sword, there were too many precious memories with the ebony blade. There were memories of war and love, peace, and of near extinction.
His old eyes crinkled a bit while his fur bristled.
"I'm sorry old friend, I know you do not enjoy fighting. But I swore to protect you with all I am."
His eyes seemed to glaze over and focus with the sharpness of his blade.
"I made that pact the day I woke."
Other:
Species
-Akita Inu
Personality
-Dark
-Isolated
-Quiet
-Curious
-Clumsy
-Honest
Likes
-Swords
-Bio-luminesence
-Music
Dislikes
-Talking
-Heat
Other
-Dein was originally forged as a sword himself but granted life when his "Unbreakable" blade snapped in battle.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Signed:
LBA
16
Name You'd Choose for It:
Dein Nomos
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
While I think that this design is mostly looked at as being a "female" design, I see myself using him as a samurai/sword dancer esque character. Besides that, I have had a character in mind without a picture for the longest time. This design is nearly a perfect match for the character. He would be very much loved, likely used in a comic I have planned. I have simply been dieing to find this character who I'd call Dein Nomos.
Background:
He sat there, just imagining how the day could get worse. With his stomach to the sky the hound rolled over and crawled lazily into the shade, allowing the cold to cleanse him.
"It's too hot out..."
Yawning gently, the cold making him tired, he sat up and scanned the immediate area. With his ears scanning the area, his shrank back to the bark of the great willow, hoping it would help hide his pink, though maybe what pink did show would look like some flora. Sitting there, back to the tree, his eyes focused on the surroundings. Unfamiliar with the area, his senses tingled.
Remaining ever quiet, he leaned down, snatching his sword in his maw, the glittering ebony blade a curious color for a curved sword. It was simply stunning with its silver handle though. While he held it in his maw, the length of the blade, all six feet of it dwarfed his furry muscular body. The Akita growled a little, the hair hiding his electric blue eyes while he stood on guard. The smoke from his dieing fire whisked to the left from his perspective. The blade followed, slicing the air. The intruder jumped back and blinked once, lips glued shut.
Dropping the blade, Dein stood there, his calm slowly collecting. The blade lay on his paws, ready to be flicked up into the air at any time. Still quiet, he watched his intruder with curious caution.
"I do not wish to fight. It's too hot out."
Said with a straight face, Dein Nomos just stood there, ears erect.
Snickering a little, the stranger looked at the burned pink wolf and sneered, spotting the blade and cocking a brow.
"Hand the blade over and I'll be on my way. Then you can go back to sleeping you old man."
Solid black, though clearly young and cocky, the male paced in excitement at the though of taking such a prize away from a poor old man.
While watching the mannerisms of the young one, the old wolf yawned and sat down.
"You want it? Come get it. Please, take it off an old dog's paws..."
Watching him, his hair dangled in his face while he sat still.
The whelp blinked and inched closer, looking intently at the sword while moving closer.
"You... ca't just sit there. What if I decide to kill you?"
He stopped and looked at Nomos with bewilderment.
Nomos just shrugged and yawned.
"Then it is meant to be."
Closing his eyes now, his ears twitched a little at the young one's urge to move.
"No? You don't want it?"
He stood, sword in his mouth. Then it was over.
Without much gore at all, Dein had driven off the young wolf and now settled back down for a nap. There really wasn't much excitement. No one would touch his sword, there were too many precious memories with the ebony blade. There were memories of war and love, peace, and of near extinction.
His old eyes crinkled a bit while his fur bristled.
"I'm sorry old friend, I know you do not enjoy fighting. But I swore to protect you with all I am."
His eyes seemed to glaze over and focus with the sharpness of his blade.
"I made that pact the day I woke."
Other:
Species
-Akita Inu
Personality
-Dark
-Isolated
-Quiet
-Curious
-Clumsy
-Honest
Likes
-Swords
-Bio-luminesence
-Music
Dislikes
-Talking
-Heat
Other
-Dein was originally forged as a sword himself but granted life when his "Unbreakable" blade snapped in battle.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Signed:
LBA
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