BEOWOLF
[abbr=Windclan Adviser ⋆ 8months ⋆ Male ⋆ Bisexual ⋆ Dating Alaska X.D. ⋆ Wolf ⋆ NPC x NPC ⋆Reincarnation of Angelbeats, ex-Shadowclan Leader ⋆ Has PTSD; Heavily Triggered by Whistling ⋆ Ages 1month per 100posts]info[/abbr] ⋆ battle ⋆ powers ⋆ #beowolfposts
[fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth=0px; height: NUMBERpx; width: 450px;][justify]So he had sort of disappeared, appeared, and fell away for a little bit there, but Beowolf was trying to kick his ass into gear. He didn't need to fall into a spur of depression, he didn't have to be a nut case, and he felt no need to ruin himself further. He had to become a role model for the younger ones- what sort of General was he to be otherwise? Though being the General of the Navy seemed a bit... peculiar to him, the male had no problems with being a sea faring sort of Captain. It seemed almost humourous to the ebony male as he trotted around, after all- and having to stop himself from snickering like a child did the wolf approach the lakeside shore one day. After all- they had moved recently, hadn't they? Ah whatever- Windclan was to be a strong place, and the rather... melancholy male could still put up a good show.
Dragging on a cigarette as he stayed, seated still by the waters shore did the the wolf close his eyes and imagine what it was like to be out there in the world. He had been a bit of a border hopper when he was younger after all, going this place and that- how he ever came into a spot of power was a mystery to even him, but did Beau care? Not particularly, it had shaped him and... in a way, he guessed this crippling responsibility was what helped him try and get back into the track of things. He still shook at bird whistles however, and he still had violent nightmares that left him crying out in the night, and he was still deaf in one ear, and... well, the list went on, but he had started eating again, and soon the rib cage that was so visible now would only ever fade back away and become well, invisible, as it was supposed to- and oh, how Beowolf wondered what it would be like to be free of that all over again! Giving a contented sigh, he opened his eyes after his long moment of speculation, to dully note that his eye level was now a little taller, that he felt a little more... stable as it were and that there was a weight upon his back. Conflicted and confused did the wolf look down into the water, expecting to see his ears perk up and snout peering back down at him- only to see the face of a bird looking back instead. A bird with powerful claws at the front and powerful legs in the back, with wings placed upon his back-
He was a griffen.
Beowolf- the General who had the term wolf in his name was now part bird, part... whatever. He was a fucking griffen. "Holy shit." he breathed to himself, wondering briefly how to turn back, but right now the tired male didn't care as he stretched out his wings, turning in circles and standing on his hind legs as he examined himself further down by the lakeside.
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