Posts by ? Beowolf

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⋆⋆⋆ He had been worrying over her health since the day he had discovered she had been taken from him. But then again, he had been worrying over lots of things- and it was taking it's toll on the Adviser. His eyes were tired, his paws slow, but the moment he saw his adoptive daughter did the ebony cloaked make trot over with worry clear in his dul eyes.

"Noodle?" He croaked, surprised to see her. Had he been even more tired, he would have collapsed into the earth. "Are you ok?"

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⋆⋆⋆ Hey! School and work have been really busy lately, and will be for a bit more- so please forgive me for any inactivity! I'll try to be back up shortly!![/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ He had been a bit... off the last few days, simply due to him recovering from his anxiety attack and from a sickness that seemed to only get worse and worse as time went on. Yet he was still optimistic, if not overtly tired, and not knowing as much as he would have liked... but regardless, when he heard Riot in Lilystar's den, he approached with mild interest. In all honesty, he wasn't even surprised that there seemed to be tensions between everyone despite the fact that he hadn't really seen any of it himself, but it was... believable nonetheless. It almost made him tired of his own job in all honesty.

"I'm down for doing whatever, really." he mused, sitting down with a dull thud as he looked at the general before him with tired sun-kissed eyes, wondering what there was to do for them to not be so... on edge with one another. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Oh shoot, he was rather late to one of these things again- but in all honesty, it wasn't like he cared all too much right now either. He was tired, facing an on coming illness- and in all honesty the Adviser would have preferred sleep right about now but he knew when to do his job, and felt oddly guilty for having been a bit... lacking, so to speak. Regardless, he approached, catching the tail ends of a conversation on what he would then assume to be about allies with... Bloodclan, was it?

"Ally stuff? Shouldn't Jailbreak be talking about this, too?" he mumbled, confused when he hadn't seen the other Adviser, but he had missed the other creature by mere moments. No matter, he was sure that Jailbreak would be caught up in good time ( or find out she had been here regardless, as it were ). "Regardless- Bloodclan, aye? We haven't interacted with them much, have we?" mused the ebony wolf, sitting down next to Rhy who he dully noted seemed a bit... aggravated. Man, what had he missed before arriving here? "We seem to have a lot of allies we don't really interact with, actually- the more the merrier they say, but maybe check over them too. Back on track to Bloodclan- they're large, powerful, maybe a bit erratic? S'been a while since I've seen one. Maybe check 'em out and see where the morals still stand, stuff like that, eh?" he said stifling a yawn as he spoke of his own opinion, sure that Lilystar would at the very least take in everybody's words for consideration. Blinking his eyes a few times, the wolf sat, head tilted to the side. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Despite the late response, Beowolf had still been present, sitting silently in the back and listening. He found the meeting held some remarks of concern at the back of his head, but couldn't place a reason as to why it did- perhaps the usual, but it offered no comfort to the male that he was perhaps doubting his Leader at a time like this. Still though, he had no real reason to carry such a doubt... she had treated him fine, the others fine- but that was no reason to excuse certain things. Regardless, he'd support her until she gave him a reason not too, and dully the male blinked his sun-kissed eyes, his lips drawn into a straight line. Ah, whatever, perhaps it was just because he was over-tired that these sort of things went over his mind. Regardless, he felt dull surprise his name hadn't been called for a probation either- he found himself lacking, and desperately wanted to make up for it. Seemed like he didn't have too, now- but Beau was determined to still get back to a more comfortable level within himself.

"Congrats," he called out idly, lost in thought as he tried to think of many a thing. The meeting was a lot to take in regardless, and he had to process it for himself. Nodding his head, the ebony wolf got to his paws to stretch, blinking his eyes and nodding in Lilystar's direction. He'd deal with other things later, now was a time of celebration for those promoted, and to prepare for a party that was apparently on it's way as it were. [/justify]

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[fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth=0px; height: NUMBERpx; width: 425px;][justify]ooc. I felt as if I had him too similar to who he was before as Angel, I fear, so here's a small little thing. If you didn't read the whole thing, here's the essentials of what you need to know:
Beowolf has not slept in days, only catching small amounts. He has started to hallucinate.
Beowolf has not been eating properly- his ribs are starting to become visible.
There is a high chance he will probably pick up smoking now.
He has had ( is having ) a mental breakdown.
To 'stop' the whistling, he has dug his claws into his good ear, it is bleeding and hurt.
He is currently to be found near the cliff, cigarette thrown over, laughing/crying in desperate need of sleep.
He may or may not be coherent.
There is a slight personality change to help me with muse, and to get him more... Beau, I guess

⋆⋆⋆ The moon hung low in the sky as night crept over the world. Stars that were once dim or invisible finding their light in the sky, a sky that was slowly turning inky black. The sounds of the night were starting to vanish, and while most creatures would have gone off to bed, there was one who was slinking through the shadowy night. Its silence was of a comfort when a rattling cough passed through, cutting easily into the silent darkness that started to cover over the land. Paws that were worn down from a long trek, from being active for far too long having come to a stop at the edge of a cliff. The creature being Beowolf as he looked over with irritable eyes, ears that were alert, his fur matted and his ribs just starting to be visible underneath his skin. The young male hadn't slept, not in a long time- the whistling came back when he slept, he was too nervous to eat and whatever he had eaten had the tendency to... not stay down, so to speak. He was tired, visibly shaking as he stood near the edge. Not with the thought process of jumping- no, he was not willing enough to take his own life, but to certainly contemplate his current lifestyle. He had been working himself to the visible bone, he had been fine mere days ago, he had been eating, happy, young-

He had simply been Beowolf, a young pup of Windclan with a purpose and perhaps a future. Now he was only 8 months old, lived through a war, had gained PTSD and had a weight upon his shoulders that he wasn't all too certain on how to get rid of. He shook, he needed an outlet- he could hear the whistling. It wasn't there, he knew that, but it made his heart rate accelerate nonetheless as he took a step back from the cliff. His paws bumped against something behind him, an old, rain worn down packet. Looking behind him, he stopped, an aggressive growl plastered to his face until he realized it was nothing but a small cardboard box... worn down from the days it had been out here. Yet... there was something inside of it still, a small, round tube that still seemed usable. He stuck his nose close to the box, sniffing, retreating with a gag. It smelled horrid- one of those cigarette things that the humans must have had with them when they occupied their home. It relieved stress, didn't it? That was why the humans used it, placed it between their lips or something. It was disgusting- he didn't need such a drug, there were plenty of other things he could have turned too.

There were healthier things he could turn too.

But Beowolf wasn't thinking straight, he heard the whistling again, dull, faint, from his one good ear, and violently he clapped a paw to it, cowering down on the earth near the small worn down box. He had to think of happy things, to hear Alaska's voice in his head- bubbly, filled with love just for him. He had to think of the smell of rosemary, of thyme- of the others. No, he was not to let them down. A laugh escaped past his lips, followed by another cough. Gods above, what's happening to you, Beowolf? the inky black male questioned himself, feeling more nervous bouts of laughter escape past thin lips, followed by another rattling cough. Tears welled in his eyes, and he was grateful he had the cover of the night as hysterical laughter bubbled out of him, tears still following suit. He stopped suddenly, getting to his paws, teetering near the edge of the cliff to take a look. No, no not to fall, to fall would be bad... but to look. Hadn't he done that already? He wasn't sure. The ghost of him stood next to him, and Beowolf idly turned to look at himself, faded, tired, wondering as he watched the opaque version of him step over the ledge and tumble down. The ebony wolf screamed, jumping back, ending up near the box. Ah yes, the stress reliever, perhaps it couldn't be that bad?

"Don't do it, ah, but do! No one cares. You love her, don't you? Calm down." he said, starting to speak aloud now as he pawed the cigarette out of the box. He had no lighter, he could not set it aflame to get the desired effect, but he could chew on it's tip and gag at the taste it left on his tongue, howl at how it burned when he swallowed some. Carefully, he continued to chew, spitting some out whenever he finished. "What am I doing?" he asked himself, feeling mortified at realizing what he had done in the first place. But despite the terrible taste he wanted more, and horrified the ebony male threw the remainders off of the edge of the cliff where he had watched the ghostly version of him tumble over mere moments ago. He looked around, violently, rubbing at tired eyes. Was that Alaska over there? He felt his heart skip a beat, out of guilt for her seeing him like this, out of wanting her so badly. Padding over, weary, Beowolf went in for the hug she was offering, to fall through nothing and end up on the ground.

There was the whistling again, and once more hysterical sobs racked through him, his cough only worsening. Why wont it stop? he wondered, pawing at his ear, not minding the slightest when he tore through it for but a moment. Feeling blood drip down his cheek. it wasn't his blood, it couldn't have been. No, no no no. He laid there, tired, hungry, coughing, unsure of what was going on with his life at this very moment. Had the stars forsaken him? Had God? This was all a possibility, perhaps he had put his faith in too many things, perhaps the war had taken away why childish nature he had left. He was irritable now, sure, he was... plenty of things now. Was unfaithful to become another?

Getting to his paws he went back to the cliff, to look over its edge. He felt like crying, his eyes were swollen. Stumbling back he coughed, landing near the old box, and Beau pushed it away. There, he stayed until morning, phasing in and out of a nightmarish sleep as he coughed and shallowly breathing, his sun-kissed eyes glazed over as many a thoughts ran through his head. Tired revelations if you would, and steadily he simply stayed, unaware if anyone was to approach. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Yeah OK he had definitely missed something here. Slightly taken aback by the tone of voice that their Leader used, he merely blinked, nodding his head. He'd... have to get caught up later, and almost afraid of speaking up again the wolf merely nodded his head with furrowed brows, feeling concerned. Was everything alright? He felt as if he had asked a mere question but... it looked like it was the wrong one to have asked first thing when walking in.

"Noted?" was all he had left to say, really. He'd have to ask someone what happened here later, for now it was just... Lilystar's say, really. "Be safe then." he added, sounding rather tired from his lack of sleep. Ah whatever, as long as stuff got done, he supposed, before getting to his paws once more and nodding his head to everyone. Looked like being late meant that there wasn't much left to say on the matter, and on tired paws the wolf turned to leave. Looked like that despite whatever had happened before he arrived had made the decision already- no more point in being here really as the wolf left the scene.[/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ A blur moved past him at incredible speeds to the point where Beowolf began to wonder if it had simply been another hallucination before remembering that Noodle had the ability to travel at indescribable speeds. Blinking tired sun-kissed eyes for a moment, the gruff male had decided to go and check things out for himself, his head hanging low when he approached his eyes flicked over everyone present. As it were, it looked like his adopted daughter had gained a new body as it were- and briefly he thought of her as the worlds fastest cheetah now.

"Someone's a speedy lil' scamp, aye?" he said with his hoarse voice, turning to the side to cough before looking back at her with a small little smile. The Adviser seemed almost too tired to function at the moment, and despite being temperamental, he found himself still capable of showing care for those he... well, cared for to speak of. "Tell me, Noodle- still diggin' ruts inta the earth?" he asked her, somewhat teasing as it were. She had done it before, when she was playful and... before she had been captured, but... maybe she still had the humour in her to do it still? Maybe.[/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Lavakit. No, was it not Lavapaw now? He had not been present for he apprenticeship. He had not been there for many things in his life. He felt abandoned... and yet, had he not been the abandoner at the same time? He had known the ginger apprentice since she had been born and since then she had been a part of his life, like many of the other Windclanners that were thrown about. It felt odd to hear her speak up then, and slowly the Adviser shifted his eyes over to her, his brows knitted together, his eyes far too tired to comprehend much. Was that three versions of her, standing before him? Or was it one? Either way his vision was shaky, and he looked away, ashamed of himself and whatever on earth he had become.

"I've let myself go." he mumbled, partially in response to the female and partially in response to his own emotions. He was unsure of where he was ever going, felt robbed of many a thing, the last he wanted was to admit defeat in a way he never wanted. To speak a truth to himself was something different, and the truth he had come to realize was a disgusting one all the same. As dull sunlight filtered over him, as his pelt felt the early morning dawn, the male could only shake his head, trying to bury himself underneath his own paws. There was dried blood from his ear, a new notch located near the tip, the base- he was a bloody mess, and as the ebony cloaked male coughed it rattled in his chest coming from used lungs. "I've let myself go, and it's humiliating." he mumbled again, tightly closing his eyes as he only curled further into himself, silently praying to the stars that they'd either kill him swiftly or at least grant him sleep- only they knew he needed the rest, and tiredly Beowolf had come to the conclusion that they either didn't care, or perhaps he had believed in false prophets his whole life. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ A lack of wifi made it hard to check as often as he used to, and with a temp search in toe did Beowolf at last appear on the scene, haggard and perhaps more than a little standoff-ish. He hadn't been in the mood for socialization as much anymore, but he still knew when he was needed. At least, he liked to think he did. Approaching with a humble nod of his he's he sat down near the back if the group, idly listenin to the conversations at play. What had he missed? He wasn't sure- goodness, he had to learn to listen more with his good ear at this rate. Blinking his sun-kissed eyes a few times, he tried to offer them all a small smile.

"What's this about small talk, eh?" He asked, turning to the side to cough momentarily before he looked back with mild interest. [/justify]

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BEOWOLF
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[fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth=0px; height: NUMBERpx; width: 450px;][justify]For a little while there, he had vanished into the unknown. As if his inky black pelt had become invisible to the naked eye to slink off into the wilderness, it was as if the ancient Shadowclan part within him had stirred to have swept him away. Life would have been easier if that were the case as the haggard appearing Adviser stumbled towards the Windclan border, his eyes dim but wild, nearly feral as he staggered forward. No, for it was not the wilderness that had called to him, nor was it the need to vanish for days on end with the need to feel destruction underneath his paws- but it was the simply manner of Beowolf having gotten lost after hitting his head, and being rather unaware of his own surroundings. He had done the dumb thing, he had chosen to wander instead of staying still crying as if for his mother to wait for someone to find him. His paws felt wanderlust, and he had taken them up on their offer.

Dazed and confused he had left the lands, left the Clans in general, with nothing but his wits about him and feverish eyes. He had gotten sickly. And where he missed the mountains he spent days under tree roots, hiding in hills, and hardly eating as he hacked away at his lungs, his throat dry and cracked and the metallic taste of blood lingering in his mouth. He wanted to get rid of their tang, and in a feverish state he thought of the cigarette pack he had found on the mountain top during a catastrophic mental break down. During his lost hours, lost days, he had found a pack, and during his disappearing days he had grown accustomed to the searing burn in his lungs and the taste of smoke haunting his lips. His ribs protruded from underneath his skin when he had gotten directions on the way back home, paws hardly making it up the craggy cliffs and grassy slopes when the smell of home hit his lips. A cigarette hanging limply from his lips Beowolf spat it off to the side and smothered it into the stone, his tired eyes bright with fever and with excitement at finding the place he lived in once more, bony frame dragging him the remainder of the way as the sickly wolf coughed and hacked, and already he felt the need to place another packet of smokes between his teeth. The smell clung to him like glue when he collapsed onto the border, not having the strength to continue on, and he laughed at himself for the foolish actions he had taken. He had to smarten up if he wanted to step onto a road of recovery, perhaps see one of the therapists... perhaps that bomb had messed him up more in the head than he had realized.

Perhaps he didn't even care.

"Anybody out there? Anyone at all?" he croaked in a near sing song voice, breaking into another fervent coughing fit. The cigarettes were not one of his most smartest decisions as his fur was matte with fever sweat, his eyes wild and tired and his bony frame craving food. But they had been the distraction he had needed in his lost times, had become a faithful friend- now he needed nurturing, and someone to find him fast at the border as he tried to force himself to stay awake. Conscious, but sickly, he waited for anyone to have arrived at all whether or not they heard his own calls as feeble as they were. With his terrible hearing, he wouldn't have heard anyone come to approach him anyways as it were.
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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]In his sickly mind, he hadn't been gone all that long, but fever dreams made time odd as he had slept for a few days there since his return. He had noticed since then, that he had missed quite a few new faces around the Clan... but all the same, it was perhaps good to get reacquainted with a few of the older faces as well. He knew of their names, he knew of their faces- but when was the last he had even interacted with his mentor, Discord? Had she even cared for his training as it were? He had taken it upon himself to continue where she had left off on his own, but it wasn't quite the same. It brought back memories of Gloire- and as pleasant as they were, they weren't the ones Beowolf wanted to know of at the moment. He had gotten his past and present confused enough already a few times now since his skin started to boil under short black fur, as his ribs pressed against skin- he craved a cigarette between his lips, but abstained, merely licking them as he looked about. Was he even in the sort of condition to be holding a meet and greet? Probably not, did he care? Not at all.

"To those of ya I haven't met before, or those of ya who wanna- I'm holdin' a meet an' greet!" he called out, followed by a small bought of coughing as he turned to the side, grunting afterwards, and feeling slightly ashamed of how far he let himself go before he turned back towards the crowd. He felt apathetic, uncaring, with only one true light in his life at the moment- and even then he felt distant from the earth as it were. Perhaps getting back into the routine of doing mundane things would help, as the wolf felt that they would, as he nodded his head and looking around to see what sort of folks would appear, if anyone at all.
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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]Carnivals- oh how Beau loved these sort of things. He could easily sneak about, doing little tricks and anybody would only ever think it was a part of the act. He could be boisterous, he could be melancholic, he could be anything but himself- a clown, if you would, and no one would know the difference. Except perhaps for the girl with the emerald eyes and the honey hair that glittered like gold in the sunlight and made his heart melt- but that was merely for the fact he didn't act anything but himself around her. Regardless did the tall 17 year old spit out his cigarette, smothering it into the earth and having the decency to pop a mint into his mouth before he paraded over towards more of the other teenagers and kids and adults even that were present. Tan skin slightly sweaty under the heat, he ran a hand through his short, curly black hair before stopping in front of everyone, spreading his arms wide out to his side and offering them all a devilish grin before creasing his brows together in contemplation. Swiftly he brought a fist to his mouth, coughed, and raised his brows and widened his eyes as if in exasperation, smile never leaving his face.

"Well then- ain't that a lovely little entrance from the friendly neighbourhood street kid?" he asked aloud with a loud laugh, sweeping over to take one of the florescent balloons and tossing the vendor a fiver-er for the brightly coloured thing.
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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]While he lay there with the stink of cigarettes clinging to his fur like the sickness that clung to his body, Beowolf had the time to think of what a disgrace he must have appeared to be to everyone else. Sickly, thin, a lost cause- had anybody ever thought of his return? Who knew, perhaps he was simply being over-dramatic, which was another total cause all on its own... and yet, when Windclanners started arriving, one by one, he struggled to his paws instead of having his chin on the earth. He wanted to show he was still strong... despite the fact he hadn't an ounce of strength in him at this given time.

"Lask," he wheezed, looking at her with his bright ill eyes. At first he hadn't noticed her hobble, her lack of a leg- she seemed as beautiful as the day he had first met her ( and this beauty would never fade, did the wolf think ) and...my my, was there multiples of her? He needed water. He needed a smoke. "Alaska, I'm back honey, and... and ooh, oh my," he croaked, squinting, focusing on the main Alaska in front of him instead of the shaky carbon copies. Here he noticed her stump of a leg, and frowned, squinting, as if he couldn't tell if it wasn't there or not. Next was Cricketpaw, who stole his attention, and with that same speculative squint he looked over to her. "No no, I'm fine. Really." he barked all too sarcastically, but perhaps it was harsh, he felt justified in his words nonetheless before falling back down on his ass. It didn't feel right being a snappy ass, but here he was anyways.

Oh, now was that Jailbreak? Looked like it- he asked what happened. What had happened again? Ah yes. "I got lost is the simple answer." he told the other Adviser, and Therapist at that. "...The bombs drove me away." he said turning away, quiet, almost ashamed as if to admit that fact. He knew the bombs weren't there, he knew for a very well stated fact it was all in his head- and yet he had ran away in a moment of turmoil and had wound up lost and sick to try and stumble on his way back.
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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]While not new per say, he didn't recognize a few of the faces while knowing others. Perhaps the spotlight of his life was stolen onto Alaska for a moment, and even though he didn't care about her appearance ( she was still gorgeous to him, missing a leg or not ) he found himself unable to look her in the eye, either. He was a bloody mess as it were, and in his head, he thought of himself unworthy for her. Not in his current state, at least, as he turned away to cough somewhat and inwardly flinching when she kissed him. He loved the kiss- cherished it, hadn't felt her touch or smelled her scent in weeks- and yet, he didn't want her to get sick, to catch the illness in his blood.

"I could never forget you, my love, but stay away... I don't want you to get sick..." he rasped, looking at his paws before back up at the others. Briefly he wondered what they all thought of him, as the mess he were at the moment- he'd have to get his smoking habit under control, that was a start... but it was hard. "and... I believe I know you, Velvet- I remember you. But you three," the wolf said, looking up with his sun-kissed eyes, waving a black paw in the direction of Bonnie, Cricket and Rhys, "you're all new. Nice to meet ya." he said afterwards, curtly nodding his head in their direction.
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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}
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I'm a... bit all over the place with Beau rn, which may be obvious, or not, I'm not sure- but it's a bit of a rut, I guess? And I could use some help with his characterization. So, I'm trying to make sure he isn't a carbon copy of what Angelbeats had been, and having done so he's going through what is a planned sort of change ( ie; the smoker sort of unstable guy he is right now ) but I need some help on the next stage I sort of have in mind, or if anyone has any ideas?

So, when he eventually snaps out his rut, I was thinking of having him more... I guess rough on the outside, humble on the inside? I picture a sort of militaristic sort of feel to him, or perhaps a different route where he just becomes more soft spoken or that "cool dad" you see sometimes, either which way he'll lose an eye ( the only parallel he'll have to his past ) and I was wondering if anyone had any sort of ideas when it'd be a good time to initiate phase 2 of the change, or ways to go about it, or any other suggestions?

Anything at all is appreciated TBH, and I thank anyone who does have any ;;
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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]I KEEP VANISHING AND I DON'T MEAN TOO AND I'M SO SORRY OTL
Anyways, to help kick my muse into gear, I figured I'd best make a new plotting thread so I can interact with folks again, and I plan on literally kicking my ass to pick up activity again ah a...

ANYWAYS- Beowolf is good for any sort of plot except for Romance ( one sided crushes are OK tho )! Y'all know the drill <3
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^{[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]Psssst they should have a new thread since I'm terrible and accidentally let the old one die c':
( also I should be back and able to have Beau as Lask's prom date aha ;; )
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^{[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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^{[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]When Beowolf thought of seeing Riot again after so long of not having seen her, he hadn't expected her to have a cigarette between her teeth. In fact, seeing her with the drug there between her lips made the Griffen crave one of his own- but alas he didn't have that conjuring ability, only shapeshifting which he recently discovered himself. As such, the previous wolf bet that Riot hadn't bet on Beowolf approaching as a Griffen, wings tucked neatly to his side, those bright sun-kissed eyes seeming all the brighter on a bird like head. Half tempted to ask for a smoke himself, the creature turned its head to his side instead, to cough, before nodding at everyone else present, a lopsided smile on his beak.

"Who'da though Riot would have picked up a dangerous habit, eh?" teased the griffen, mischief in his eyes. "Or well, smoked once." he added as an afterthought, voice gravelly and sickly sounding from the recent flu he had overcome.
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