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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 428px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 7pt]they were not sure what had exactly caused the de dieu's to release it, why the pack seemed so intent on allowing it out into the world, however, it wouldn't ask useless questions and would simply accept the fact that it no longer needed to be hidden in the deepest parts of the nest. they were free to wander once again and she was going to take advantage of the time he had before alpha tried to push him back into that cave, before the betas dragged it snarling and ripping into the cage which had been it's prison for a little over two years. it respected it's packs decision to lock it away but that did not mean it had to like it - it could not control her frenzies and she hadn't meant to so horribly lose their composure, it had simply happened and there was nothing ezhno could have done to take it back; it also felt no desire to repent for their crimes. there was a line that the creature drew when it came to prey and pack, prey was to be eaten and pack protected and if you did not fall into the category of pack... well, then it didn't feel bad for ripping you limb from limb and consuming your flesh - it was the way nature intended to work and ezh wasn't one to ignore it's biological and instinctual desires. it didn't need to feel anything else, advanced thinkers were simply like it but on some better level if you could say that - maybe she was more accepting of it's deepest desires and did not feel the need to hide behind masks of those "civilized" beings or whatever they wished to call themselves. they were a predator and they accepted that fact without question.


    which may have been part of the reason it had followed this lone stag for as long as it had, he wanted it, they needed it, it wanted to rip it apart limb from limb and consume the warm flesh that was stored behind the fur. it could feel it's mouth watering at the thought, the stag was young - the flesh uncontaminated and tough with youth, perfect, the flesh would be smooth when he sunk his fangs into it and tore pieces off of the large deer. snapping it's eyes up quickly the large cougar paused as the deer began to slow, huffing as if it were out of breath - it most likely was, they'd been playing this game of cat and mouse for hours now. they let a small smile twist onto their face as they pushed themselves against the ground, her eyes narrowing in on the deer as it continued to struggle onto the large plain. then, with the grace only accessible by an animal of prey, ezhno began to creep closer towards it's prey; pushing harder against the ground as they locked in on the weak thing. there was a pause, the world around the two seemed to freeze as ezhno moved ever closer to the unsuspecting deer whom had most likely thought it had won the chase, outran the predator, how wrong it had been. fast than one could ever consider natural, the cougar pushed forward, launching itself into the air and landing on the deer with a loud thump. it's claws gripping onto the hind quarter of the beast and digging them into the muscle - severing the tendons that allowed the deer's hind legs to properly move. it was precise, clean, it had done this before and disabling and killing the deer would be nothing more than a quick and easy task at this point. it blinked as the stag began screaming and sobbing as the cougar staring at it closly as it moved towards it's flailing front legs; ezhno stared for another second, taking in the scene as their glowing eyes seemed to narrow slightly. then, like it had intended, they snapped their jaws around the deer's throat - digging in and cutting the air from the small thing.


    when it pulled away it's lips were stained red, however, this kill had been clean and not a lot of blood had been shed - it was experienced, calculated, the result of a beast that been crafted to kill; a creature that did not falter when it came to the hunt. it had been born to be the apex predator, designed to kill, a deadly combination of a skinwalker and a wendigo - an unholy product that should have been slaughtered the moment it came from the womb. there was no denying that whatever kind of hybrid that ezhno was... it was not one of kindness or anything of the such, they were a monster. a primal, feral, deceptive, pack dwelling monster who knew only three things: eat, sleep, breed. it did not care to think outside of that, felt no need, thoughts that dwelled outside of that were unimportant, extra, and simply unneeded when the cougar thought about it. other ideas were the productive of realization, they brought you nothing but pain and suffering and inside it's mind... well it did not need to worry about that process, the could not feel depression, could not miss individuals, didn't care enough to become lost in wondering where they stood in this world. they did not see their simple mind as a bad thing, not when they could so easily avoid the thoughts that crippled the intelligent - it wasn't a curse nor was it a gift because, to it, it was simply something they had accepted as part of it's existence.


    however, despite it's tendency to not need to think or bond like other creatures it still desired the safety and power that came with being within a pack. the de dieu's were it's pack but they knew those creatures were not big enough to act as a good enough pack - the alpha was small and weak and the other betas too collected, the omega was off breeding outside of pack - ezhno needed a pack that was collective, a pack in which they could rule over... they knew she was the alpha, she'd always been the alpha and he needed to ensure those around it knew that; that they knew ezhno was the alpha of alpha's. they were the last pure blooded de dieu running about, the only one born of the blood of the wendigo ancestors and it was they who had been destined to run the pack, however, they had been locked away before they could take their birth power and they were left with nothing; too loyal to it's pack to challenge the alpha for the right to lead. slowly the creature stared at it's kill, pulling itself from it's mind as the cougar body begin to snap, to reform, to shift until the creature standing before the corpse was no longer a large cougar but that of a small, hairless dog. the large bull-skull continued to stand upon their head and the pelt of a cougar laid across their back as ezhno slowly pushed it completely from her body. it was an old pelt, one of their favorites, and the hunt that had taken place to acquire it was one that remained fresh in their mind. it had been an unfair hunt, yes, but one ezhno had been proud of - it was a good thing it did not require the bottom of the furs or this fur simply would not have worked well for it. the blinked a few times as it laid on the ground next to the corpse, pushing themselves against it in an effort to trick itself into believe it was in the safety of pack.


    then, they smelled it and their head snapped up so fast it was a surprise it had not broken it's neck. their glowing eyes looked over the expanse of open territory as they allowed the scent to fill their nose. this was another pack's territory - another group that ezhno needed to posses and control. he sniffed the air lightly, a low rumbling coming from it's chest as it turned to the deer and gripped it around it's throat and began pulling it closer towards the scent. they didn't care to check if anyone had scene their slaughtering nor did they feel the need to worry, they would not easily die if they were attacked by some crazed animal or a disobedient pack member. all they knew was that this pack was theirs now, this territory was theirs, they were the alpha now and they were bent on finding their new pack mates; they needed to know the subjects that would serve under them and offer them shelter and food. huffing, ezhno stood up - releasing it's grasp on the deer carcass as it's glowing yellow eyes looked out from the skull plastered across it's face. it let out a huff before sending out a large surge of emotion, specifically, that of longing, searching; they needed to locate their new pack.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:7pt]naegi shook as he watched ezhno, eyes widening and pupils contracting as he stared uncomfortably at the wolf's hunt. he almost considered walking away, letting someone else deal with the traveller, but with a little self-urging, he changed his mind and, slowly, made his way towards canine. as he approached he kept reminding himself that foxes and wolves didn't have the best of biological history, however he managed to shove this aside. "h-h-hell-hell-hello. n-n-na-name and b-bus-busin-business p-p-p-pl-please?" he'd ask, flicking his tail and his tongue.


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    [spoiler=tags (updated 05 / 01 / 2017)]
    [size=7pt]GENERAL:
    naegi shun panromantic asexual wind clan warrior mentally 14 months physically 14 months


    PHYSICAL:
    naegi is a rare pink champagne arctic fox. his fur is a discoloured, pinkish cream, contrasting a pale violet nose and powder blue eyes. he carries long, thin limbs and an angular jaw.
    ref 1 ref 2 ref 3
    other bodies: none
    injuries: none


    OTHER:
    loves cheese pizza stutters can’t stand blood wears reading glasses has somewhat severe insomnia vegetarian
    powers: sand elemental taste manipulation
    • attack in bold underlined white feel free to power play peaceful / nonviolent actions physically medium - hard mentally medium better offence than defence

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    /track for when i can build up a better response!


    [align=center][spoiler=tags - updated 01/02/17][justify][size=8][i]GENERAL:
    Tesla Chalybs
    Male w/ male pronouns
    22 months old | Appears older
    Unknown sexuality | Suppresses any attraction
    WindClan? | No rank
    Strong aversion to powers and robots


    [i]APPEARANCE:
    Timber Wolf
    Dusky brown fur that is almost black
    Of average height (83 cm)
    Muscled and hardy
    Eyes depend on lighting but are usually a dark blue
    A thick, prominent scar arcing down the right side of his face, from the uppermost part of his nose and over his cheek


    [I]INJURIES:
    Lacerations from a blade on shoulders and chest
    Bruised ribs
    General scrapes and bruising


    [i]PERSONALITY:
    Gruff and no-nonsense
    Not very capable chitchat wise
    Reticent with emotions, straightforward with thoughts
    Possesses a strong sense of duty
    Fiercely independent
    (All subject to any ic developments)


    [i]INTERACTION:
    Conditional difficulty
    Stubborn opponent
    Attack in bold gray
    [b]⋄
    Friendly actions can be power-played at character's possible risk

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    just going to give this a small bump c:

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    THE WORST IS YET TO COME[/fancypost]
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    Honestly, Little wanted to walk away, head back to camp and just pretend that whatever she saw didn't happen. But it did happen and it seemed Naegi had enough courage in him to even speak were as she would of stayed silent. was it bad that she was questioning why weird animals or events seemed to take place in WindClan? With a shaky sigh she approached and would come to a stop behind Naegi, cautiously watching the stranger.


    'telepathy' ' thinking'


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    [size=6pt]☪ Endeavor