Posts by Asterion Novoctos

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  • I SEE YOU MOVE YOUR LIPS [private; asterion]

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    He gave a chuckle at her words, motioning vaguely to his entire form while speaking. "Enough to be walking around anyways. I cannot say it's very fun to have your entire body be bruised and have a few broken ribs." Not to mention the near hypothermia of course, as well as the numerous scratches still cross crossing his black and white fur. Asterion sat down gingerly, as though every movement were a struggle. "I must thank you as well, lass, for helping to dig my useless pelt out of that predicament." The wolf said these words with a hint of humor and a smile, though he meant every syllable.
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  • LIFE WAS ALWAYS A TEST | open exiler scoping territory

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    Something was disturbing the air.
    For the first time in a rare while Asterion was in his hippogriff body, lounging languidly on a high cliff. As was the male's custom when his eyes were closed, he allowed super senses to drift out across the territory, making sure nothing was awry. That was how the wingbeats gained the BlizzardClanner's attention. His eyes drifted upwards, expecting to see a familiar form drifting throughout the clouds. When none appeared however, the avian's natural paranoid instinct took over.
    Whatever caused the disturbance vanished soon after he noticed it, but Asterion was quite sure whatever it had been was not a friendly entity.
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  • why don't I know you? :: open, m & g

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    A meet and greet? His ears perked at the words, despite the fact they were a common occurrence within BlizzardClan's camp. The wolf was always eager to meet new or returning members he had yet to be acquainted with. Asterion heaved himself to sore paws, a grimace of discomfort sliding across his features at the movement. He'd been recently unfortunate enough to be squashed beneath an avalanche, yet still lived to tell the tale.
    Padding up to the pair, he gave the unknown creature a nod of greeting. "I'm Asterion Novoctos. It's a pleasure to meet you young sir."
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  • pfft me flirty no `` open, weekly task

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    Folding paper dragons didn't exactly sound like the most captivating of ventures to the male. But, nonetheless, the decorations were apparently needed. Because of this Asterion approached Helix at a simple pace, taking a seat a couple tail lengths away. "If you show me how, I'm more than willing to lend my assistance."
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  • WE BELONG WAY DOWN BELOW || open , official leaving

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    Asterion couldn't honestly say he had ever taken an opportunity to get to know the ex leader better, and that he regretted. She seemed to him a noble creature who had suffered much in the past, based off what the wolf had observed and what little he knew. "Farewell." the scarred canine woofed simply, limping up alongside the others. "May you find good hunting and shelter when you sleep."
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  • BAD BOY'S LOVE - open, joining

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    Coming into a hunting ground of carnivores when you yourself were a small herbivore was possibly not the best of ideas. Indeed at this very moment the wolf known as Asterion was out patrolling, one eye and ear out for any possible prey he could snag on the way home. It was then he spotted a partridge. A plump, well fed thing it was, capable of feeding a couple smaller Clanmates at least. He'd dropped into a crouch, as to not be seen, when he noticed that it was behaving awfully oddly for a bird. Standing still, rather alert, almost as though it were.....waiting? Asterion resumed his normal posture, which was admittedly a little hunched due to recently being squished beneath an avalanche and went to join his Clanmate.


    //ninja'd
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  • why don't I know you? :: open, m & g

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    He couldn't help but grin as the younger creature stumbled over his name....it was kinda adorable after all. Asterion had never been the best with kits and pups, but tended to be fiercely protective of them and very tolerating. "I hope you settle into BlizzardClan well small Oceankit."
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  • I TRULY LOVE A FIGHT [ RAID ANNOUNCEMENT ] THAT'S WON

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    The wolf tended to lean away when battle was mentioned, but had decided now was the time to prove his mettle for once. He'd be present for this raid.
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  • DON'T COME CLOSE [open - Boneclan leader]

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    A stranger on the border? And the BoneClan leader no less. The wolf's curiosity was piqued, and thus he apparoached the three creatures already present. He said no words, as Tama had already arrived, but simply settled down to listen instead. Any news that prompted a leader to visit tended to be important news.
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  • pfft me flirty no `` open, weekly task

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    Relying on his natural skills as an artist and deft paws, the wolf leaned over to peer closely at said book. He'd never been taught to read, so the words meant nothing to him, but he could glean enough from the pictures to be useful. Carefully folding each piece according to the instructions, Asterion managed to finish one after much frustrated muttering and ripped paper edges. It was a bit lopsided to be fair, and rather squished looking, but it was undeniably a dragon. He held it up with a touch of pride for the others to view, despite the fact it was less than flawless.
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  • I SEE YOU MOVE YOUR LIPS [private; asterion]

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    "You make a valid point m'lady. Every Clanmate should be there for each other in times of trouble." he said evenly, giving the female a nod. After speaking, Asterion shifted his weight slightly and then laid down slowly, as it encouraged less pain from his wounds. "But enough about that. How are you doing in BlizzardClan? Enjoying your new position?"
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  • RIDES WITH [ RESCUE ANNOUNCEMENT ] STRANGERS

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    Clover had been captured? When had this occurred?
    The wolf practically rocketed out of his den at Tama's words, arriving in the gathering place within seconds thanks to enhanced speed. Clover had been one of the first to acknowledge Asterion's existence and show him kindness after he'd joined BlizzardClan, which meant someone capturing her was precisely [i]not     okay. More than a little annoyed, the canine shapeshifted to his hippogriff form, as the wolf body was still rather damaged from a certain avalanche accident. "I'll be taking part in this, Tama." he said simply.
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  • THIS IS WAR } open, bootcamp

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    It was a tad frustrating his lupine body was still rather damaged from the whole avalanche incident, as it meant he was forced to train within his hippogriff body. It wasn't a totally horrible thing, he supposed, as this form did need more exercise and activity. Thus, Asterion padded up in his much larger and feathered form, looking over the course with an appraising gaze. [i]Interesting.
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  • children of the wild ones {open, joining}

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    He'd eaten reindeer before. It was quite delicious.
    But best not mention that now.
    The wolf had overheard the short exchange between Artemis and the stranger, prompting him to apparoach despite the limp quite clearly marring his gait. "Seeing as you're joining, and we have an auto acceptance policy, I'd like to be the first to officially welcome you to BlizzardClan, fine sir." Asterion barked good naturedly, giving a nod to his Clanmate shortly after. "In case you're wondering, my name is Asterion Novoctos. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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  • [ AVALANCHE MOON ] -- open + finally relaxed

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    The advantage of allowing one's super senses to range across the territory was that it was quite easy to find a Clanmate with which to converse with. In this case, it appeared Helix and Arthur were on the radar. The canine made his way gradually in their direction, as it was an island over from his current position. Using speed enhanced by powers, Asterion managed to arrive at their location in record time, while hardly being out of breath.
    He nodded politely to the two before taking a seat nearby, eyes unconsciously shifting to match the color of the lake. "Greetings to both you fine sirs. Delicious night is it not?"
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  • WE DANCED LIKE AUTUMN LEAVES // open, ball

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    He'd visited Westeros before, though only briefly, for the purpose of delivering gifts. Because of this when the invitation was extended to BlizzardClan and word given of a masquerade ball, the wolf had jumped at the chance. Asterion unfortunately still had bandages on some sections of his body, and moved a tad stiffly, due to a certain incident with being crushed beneath an avalanche. Nonetheless, the lupine was present, mask and all.
    In this situation it happened to be quite convenient he was a painter, as putting together a mask had been as easy as catching on over weight squirrel. The BlizzardClanner had summonded the mask shape itself, but decorated it with his own paws and talent. It was mostly white, but covered with black speckles and edged with a deep, purple blue, complimenting his eyes that were the same shade quite well. His mask was, in fact, the exact opposite of his own fur patterning, spots and all.
    Asterion padded up the growing group of creatures, heading in Lucina's direction, as he knew no one else and wasn't the most social of creatures. "Ever attended one of these before, lass?"
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  • THIS IS WAR } open, bootcamp

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    Thanks to the fact half of him happened to be a horse, it was only is forepaws that needed training. His wings were strong, having been honed to perfection from hours in the air, but the muscles required for distance running were a tad.....under developed. So this is what Asterion decided to focus his attention on first. His gait was unusual due to the two different types of feet, but the hippogriff still managed to cover surprising distance.
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