Posts by Asterion Novoctos

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Angry barks and accusing eyes flashed inside the canine's mind as he made slow progress towards a place he wasn't sure existed. Words accusing him of betrayal and weakness echoed through ears that had heard nothing but his own footsteps for hours. The limp interrupting his gait seemed to become more pronounced as the memory of teeth and claws ripping and tearing into his flesh resurfaced. His eyes seemed to see nothing but the ground directly before him, body and mind both too exhausted to comprehend the changing scenery surrounding the wolf.
So he walked.
And walked.
And walked.
Until at last the overpowering scent of many strangers pulled the reject out of his state of pain and obliviousness. Looking around with eyes almost too weary to focus, he hoped this was the place that would accept him. Collapsing to the ground with a relieved sigh, Asterion gave his fate up to the gods whether or not one of these strangers would find him before his wounds sent the long-legged canine spiraling into unconsciousness.
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//broken back left leg, deep bite on right shoulder, deep cut on neck (not life threatening) many smaller cuts along sides and back, suffering from overall blood loss. they're a few hours old, so enough the shallower ones have stopped bleeding but the two more severe injuries haven't

Raising his head briefly as the stranger appeared, Asterion took a moment to be grateful the scarred side of his face was hidden. Many were repulsed by the hideous reminder of the wolf's not so pleasant pup hood. He made a half hearted effort to stand up, not sure whether the one standing beside him meant to help or to harm. Even opening his eyes seemed a massive effort, but the canine manage to fix the female with an unblinking gaze and croak out only four words: [i]"Who are you?"
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Two more voices soon accompanied the first, gathering around him as they peered at his wounds. Generally several unknown creatures gathered around an injured stranger was a recipe for bad things. Because of this the wolf tried focusing on the moving shapes, unable to do so for more than a second or so before another wave of exhaustion rolled over. Asterion bared his teeth slightly in a tired attempt at a snarl, nearly delirious from everything. "Who.....are you?" He asked again, having received no answer the first time.

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//WOW HELLO SORREL FANCY MEETING YOU HERE. THATS KIND OF FANTASTIC I CHOSE YET ANOTHER CLAN TO JOIN THAT YOURE IN

BlizzardClan......so he was safe. For now, anyway. Letting his head fall back against the ground, the wolf closed his eyes, deciding to listen instead of watch. These creatures seemed friendly enough and hopefully one or two of them had the healing skills that had been so rare back in the injured canine's old home. Too exhausted to speak, he sent out a quiet telepathic message in the direction of those that had gathered around him. [i]My name is Asterion Novoctos. I've come here seeking to join your Clan....if you'll accept me. The long legged wolf saw no reason why they would want to accept a half dead stranger, so all there was left to do was hope these creatures were more merciful than those he had known in the past.

//mobile
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//broken back left leg, deep bite on right shoulder, deep cut on neck (not life threatening) many smaller cuts along sides and back, suffering from overall blood loss. they're a few hours old, so enough the shallower ones have stopped bleeding but the two more severe injuries haven't

The canine visibly relaxed at Kingdompaw's words, at last assured he wasnt in danger of these animals injuring him further. Dull pain radiated from the break in one of his back legs, yet another reminder of the place from which he had escaped. Asterion lay quietly as a another presence approached, commanding those around him to move back.

//rushed
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The wolf hardly moved as two creatures came to address the sounds that were scattered across his body. Aside from the occasional grimace of pain, Asterion didn't have the energy to express much discomfort over the sting of herbs. From the vague outline he was able to gather, one of the BlizzardClanners was quite young, while another seemed older....perhaps a teacher and a student. Having only the slightest of knowledge about herbs and healing, all the male was able to gather was that they weren't using anything potentially poisonous or pain inflicting instead of truly healing materials. Asterion wasn't the most trusting of canines.
Taking a moment to assess overall what was wrong, it seemed the healers had applied some form of herb and bandage to almost every cut and bite mark that had been inflicted. Judging by the way his fur felt clumped and dirty, there was a decent amount of blood drying around the wounds. What a fun time he would have cleaning that off tomorrow. The leg on the other hand was another matter. On the way here the wiry wolf hadn't been sure if a muscle had simply been damaged in the fight or if it was truly broken. But based on the rather unnatural angle it was resting at on the ground, he would be walking with a limp for quite some time.
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Still unwilling to waste energy on speaking, the wolf opened his eyes enough to fix Arcade with a dark blue stare and then sent a telepathic message his way. [i]I may be injured but I do not happen to be incapable of mental speech. My name is Asterion Novoctos. The white speckled wolf did his best to sound friendly, but making friends hadn't been a terribly important skill before now. Having finished talking for the moment, his eyes shut once more and a faint growl of pain emanated from the wolf's maw as they began to bind his leg, shifting the displaced bones against each other slightly.
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In the short time since his arrival, it had already become quite clear that this new place held no likeness to the home in which the wolf had previously resided. There were laws here, art, beauty, friendship, even a government of sorts....all in all, civilized. It had been an interesting enough transition for Asterion, having originated from a place that held more barbaric and uncaring creatures than many here could probably imagine. Any with impure blood, deformities, speech impediments and the like were looked upon as the scum that gathered beneath one's paw after enduring a long trek. Everyone here was equal however, no matter their looks or ways. It was quite easy to say the young yet scarred male wolf preferred his new home over the old.
Having been mostly out of it when he had been accepted into the Clan while on the border, Asterion had decided it would be a goodish idea to hold a meet and greet. Sitting so most of the weight was off his still healing broken hind leg, the male looked around briefly before calling out. "Meet and greet over here if anyone's interested." Out of habit, he turned the badly scarred side of his face away from the majority of those near him, as looks of pity and horror were both common occurrences.
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Only a short amount of time had passed before four of his new Clanmates had gathered around the wolf. There were but two small things that gave away Asterions's unease: a slight flick of the ears as they drew nearer and a shuffle of the paws in nervousness. In the past being approached by more than one being almost always meant trouble and the canine's survival instinct to run was kicking in. Forcing himself to appear relaxed the newly joined member gave a dip of the head to each creature that apparoached, unconsciously fully exposing the three long scars that marred the right half of his face.
"My name is Asterion Novoctos, and it is a pleasure to meet all of you." The reason for leaving his old home and joining BlizzardClan was not the happiest of stories, as was evident from the many bites and scratches scattered across his speckled black pelt. "This place is....much different compared to the one of which I originate from." The wolf continued in a rumbling voice that was surprisingly deep for his willowy frame.
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The canine had felt Daichi's approach before his scent ever reached the four legged wolf's muzzle. Most of the presences in this area were peaceful and friendly, making the werewolf's emotional signature stand out even more. The hair on Asterion's shoulders stood up as the anthro creature began moving in his direction, head swiveling away from the others to lock gazes with Daichi as he apparoached. The bipedal creature was young, that was almsot immediately apparent. But it wasn't just that, there was something.....different about him. Perhaps it was the confusion of emotions coming off the werewolf in waves that was chasing Asterion to be on edge and leaning toward aggressive.
So intent was he on the newcomer that the scarred male almost missed his introduction. Quickly reorganizing his thoughts, the wolf tried to keep his tone even and without emotion as he responded. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Daichi."

//mobile and no muse oops
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Asterion had never heard of Halloween before, let alone participated in it. Holidays weren't exactly a priority when it was a struggle to not be murdered every day. Because of this is was quite safe to say the long legged wolf hadn't the slightest idea what they were all oooing and ahing over when he apparoached. The conversation seemed to be oriented around things usually associated with being frightening to some. Walking up to the group, Asterion sat while leaning his weight to the right to give his broken back leg a rest. "What are you doing?" He questioned, voice rumbling quietly amongst the compliments.

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He approached quietly behind the others, interested in a thing such as "gift giving". Asterion's past hadn't exactly given many opportunities for happiness or generosity, so the idea of willingly giving away a possession to another was a bit bewildering. But, fitting in was essential. "I'll join in. Asterion Novoctos."
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For once the scarred male wasn't the only one confused by the seemingly endless holidays and traditions that accompanied living within a Clan. Lying nearby, Asterion had managed to overhear the explanations for this whole "Christmas" ordeal quite plainly. It seemed to involve a lot of bright, obnoxious, shiny things and overly peppy music. The wolf supposed he might as well grow accustomed to it, as this was his home now.
Padding over to the others with hardly a sound, he sat amongst them. "Could someone aid me in creating one of these decorations? I'm not sure I understand." Asterion woofed, deep voice rumbling in his chest.
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Asterion snorted at the female's description. It wasn't that he meant to be rude, but having been raised in a bit of a rougher neighborhood did tend to affect one's manners. Where the long legged canine came from, there were no holidays or celebrations. And gods? Just another story to frighten the pups into staying with the packs. Never before had he even heard mention of a god merciful enough to simply allow himself to be killed. It was a curious and intriguing tale, to be sure.
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What an interesting combination. A gift basket and news of a takeover. How refreshing.
Padding up amongst his Clanmates, he dipped his head in greeting to them. The wolf was still becoming accustomed to the life of a social creature and thus never ceased to be intrigued by the gifts that periodically arrived on their borders from allies.
Being the naturally reserved creature he was, Asterion chose not to speak as it seemed Tama already had the situation easily under control.
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He looked down in bewilderment at the unnaturally sparkly materials set before his paws. What in the spirit's name is this?" The male asked curiously, dipping a paw experimentally in one container and having it come out coated in the orange variety of the substance. Twitching his paw in a rather undignified manner for a few moments, he was able to dislodge most of it before it became entangled in his black fur. Gaze moving back to the more natural colored decorations, he deftly weaved together a few springy branches, lacing a ring of ivy amongst them until it resembled a wreath. Asterion's eyes lit up when they landed upon a certain variety of flower, one he had not seen since his fleeing from home. Delicately scooping up the small plant he placed it in between two strings of ivy.
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"You speak to me?" the canine questioned, rumbling voice quiet. Deciding there could be no other creature to which the female was asking, Asterion answered. "I hold no beliefs in gods or men long dead. My first home did not teach us to worship any except those that we followed." The wolf gave a brief but dark chuckle. "The longest lived of those leaders quickly learned to rule with fear, or not rule at all. Though if you must have an answer I suppose you could say I believe in spirits. Fallen warriors and queens whom have earned their place amongst the stars and patterns in the skies."
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He gazed at the decoration for a few long moments, face showing the slightest hint of emotion within those seconds. "Mine represents peace." Asterion said finally, eyes locking onto the female who had provided the materials before drifting back to the simple creation before him. "It is something I have long strived for."
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Studying his decoration for a few moments longer to assure it was indeed perfect, Asterion then gazed up at the tree itself, wanting to find a place for it. Seeing as it was winter the flower was quite obviously not alive, but it's form had been properly dried and thus still worthy of adorning his wreath. Spotting a section a few feet above his head, Asterion went onto his back legs and carefully placed his decoration on the selected branch, being sure not to injure the frail flowers and twigs.

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The only anthro Asterion had ever met had been a rather....unlikable fellow. In short, he was cruel, mindless and took the term "black hearted" to an entirely new level. Because of this the canine approached with tension in his movements, not outwardly aggressive but neither was his behavior friendly. Perhaps it was rude to judge a book by its cover but the male wasn't exactly known for his trusting nature.
Asterion dipped his head briefly to the newcomer in greeting. "BlizzardClan has an auto acceptance policy so welcome to your new home."
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