Post by phaelyn on Apr 9, 2010 23:54:25 GMT -5
VENATIO
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”Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner, but he knew it couldn't last.”[/b][/font]
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this is me in the flesh
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NICKNAME(S): Ven (when), Tio, (tee-oh)
AGE: One year.
GENDER: Male
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taste the sky,
and let me walk this earth ,
[/color][/font][/b][/center]and let me walk this earth ,
WEIGHT: 109 lbs
BUILD: Rather lithe. Very muscled and strong.
GENERAL: n/a
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The hunter. These two words describe Venatio perfectly. He is built to run, sneak, and bite. His pelt is of a medium fur length. The grey, black and cream colors battle for dominance over his complete body, though the cream seems to be winning the war. Grey and black mix upon his ears and face, and a 'tuxedo shirt' of cream blankets the front of his chest. His eyes are a light brownish-yellow.
His build is lithe and muscled. He constantly builds mass upon his legs, for he struggles to keep up with what little prey is around. He has learned to channel his strength and speed for the hunt into fighting -- though his hits do not 'stun', they are quick and painful. Though he is thin, he is by no means weak -- his jaws are strong and his attacks can be powerful. He relies on sneakiness, dodging, and unexpected moves for fights, however.
Scars are prevalent upon much of his body. Though winter and summer fur hide many of them, they are apparent during shedding seasons. He is shameful of these scars, for they make him feel weak and vulnerable. He hopes no one sees them during his training, for he feels he may be teased. Some are as short as a human's little finger, while others stretch from his nose to his tail.
thoughts that make me go insane
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Venatio is the true embodiment of a hunter, sneaker, and spy. Though he is able in his fighting, and could hold off one to two wolves of his size, he prefers to skirt around the trouble rather than confronting it.
He plays the same game in his social life. Even if he knows someone is lying to him -- a trait he absolutely hates -- Venatio prefers to ignore it until just the right moment. At that time, Venatio will make sure he pays back the liar, cheater, thief, scum -- whoever it is -- and in double.
He is naturally intelligent, as all wolves are, and prefers to use his smarts rather than his force. If he can talk his way out of a situation instead of fighting out of it, he will do will do his absolute best to get out without confrontation. He uses sneak attacks and well thought out plans to win battles. He is confortable with leading a group, though he usually does not challenge a leader to take their place. He can follow -- he just prefers to lead sometimes.
Venatio will not respect someone who refuses to respect him. He can get easily annoyed, but has learned to channel angry energy into plotting and fighting.
LIKES:( At least 3 )
• honesty
• hunting
• a good fight
DISLIKES:( At least 3)
• liars
• people who disrespect him
• immaturity
all over my shoulder,
[/color]but it keeps coming back to haunt me ,[/b][/font][/color][/center][/size]
SIBLINGS: Adoptive brother Raakya
OTHER: n/a
HISTORY:
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"My history, eh? Well, there's not too much to it yet. I'm only a year old, you know. Well, I guess I have a few things you may find interesting.
I was born to a different male and female than who I call my sire and dam. I was abandoned for God knows why in God knows where. I don't know who or where they are, and truthfully? I really don't care.
My 'adoptive' (I hate that word...) mother, Maturna, had whelped around the same time. Her litter was of three pups -- two females and a male -- but only the male lived to gaze upon the light of day. His name is Raakya, and is a brother to me.
I don't know why Carten and Maturna took me in. Maybe they felt bad, maybe I was cute, maybe they felt obligated -- like they were protecting me. Again -- on this count, I really don't care. They had their own motives, and no matter what they were, I'm here now.
I grew up in Dachau, just me, Raakya, Carten and Maturna. They hunted while Raakya and I stuck around and played. On my six-month birthday -- as close as we think by birthday is -- Carten took me out on a hunting trip with him. I felt honoured, seeing as Raakya was left home to learn to fight with Mom.
We walked around for a while. Carten showed me tracks, and what they meant...everything I needed to know. We didn't catch anything that day, but I certainly learned a lot.
The days continued like that. Raakya stayed and learned to fight, while I went out with Carten and learned to sneak and hunt. On my eight-month birthday, I finally caught my first piece of large prey alone. I pulled down a doe -- all by myself. Sure, it's an easy feat for a full-grown wolf, but for me? It was.....invigorating, adrenaline-pumping, amazing.
Carten helped me tow the deer home. We were nearing the den when a cry tore from the clearing where Raakya and Maturna trained. Raakya came tearing out of the clearing -- there was no blood on him, nothing. Carten, of course, tore over to the little 'arena' to find a black wolf standing over his mate. The black wolf fled. Maturna bled out.
It really didn't affect me that much. Sure, I know what Maturna did for me, but...though she was kind and sweet, she was really rather passive in my life. If the roles had been reversed, and Carten and I had been attacked....well, then my story would be much different. Raakya was pretty...messed up...by the incident, and Carten was hit pretty hard by it. I don't really know how they're doing, because they started pulling away from me.
Now, here I am. Ready to train."
we go over it again and again,
[/color]and it never seems to change ,[/color][/b][/font][/center]
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Ah, the hunt. It was one of Venatio's favorite things to do -- the combination of running, fighting, strategy, and competition -- all rolled into one. And with a meal as a prize, to boot. he thought.
The cream and grey wolf pressed his nose down to the ground....
scent! goat male goat strong goat goat goat goat left here around building once and again and back to here right now okay grass outside yay grass prickers ouch ouch ouch grass now yay scent! goat closer two goats three goats closer left around tree owwww hit stump closer tree and....goats!
Adrenaline pumped through his lanky frame. He stalked around the small clearing where the goats were happily grazing, unaware that anything was about to happen to them. Slowly, he began to crouch. The male goat he had scented was right there....he pounced.
BAM.
An extremely large sound resounded through the forest; Venatio had knocked his skull against the large animal's flank, making it sting and momentarily scrambling Venatio's thoughts. Adrenaline soon reorganized his brain, however; Venatio had just enough time to grab onto the goat's back.
It bleated in alarm and pain the blindsiding had caused. It began to buck, trying to get Venatio off its back. Predator noticed the two other goats fleeing -- ah, it was all right. Someone else would grab them.
Fear-scent poured off the goat. Venatio worked his jaws up to the goat's neck, grasping hard on the tender pressure points he caught along the way.
The goat began to fall. Venatio barely registered the feeling on his leg when the goat slammed down on it; instead, he just made his way to the life-blood-spot on the neck. He reached it soon, feeling around to just the right spot.
He bit. Hard. The goat bleated one last feeble, terrified bleat, and was gone from the world.
Predator had taken its prize. Venatio howled, waiting for some help to take the prey to the cache -- this one was big! Soon, a few howls answered, and his friends had arrived to him. They traded pleasantries, marveled at the size of the goat -- but those were soon over. They took a long time dragging the goat back to the city, allowing other pack members to see it. Prey was low; they'd really need it.
Venatio tore in. Others began to follow suit, all coming and feasting beside him. For a moment, the world was at peace -- no fighting or stealing or sick pups. Just happiness.
(note: likely horrible. my apps are always worse than my rping Dx)
