Posts by .ARON

^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{Your fucking momma ain't gonna save you here, kid, Smirked the lion as he appeared next, ghostly blue eyes watching like an expecting vulture, ready for his pickings. His fangs gleamed in the light, rasping his tongue over his teeth and lips. It was as if the lion flipped a switch when he smelled blood, that sweet, sweet scent mixed with the weak cries... it made him weak in a metaphorical sense. His bobbed tail flicked, big black paws planted firmly as he blocked the remaining exit, an actual behemoth compared to the small domestic kitten, his jaw tense as he watched so intently the torture. Was it wrong? Definitely. But all it took was imagining it was a certain creature's child... and it was fixed. His claws scraped the ground beneath him, a low grumble in his throat as he directed his voice to the dire wolf without looking away, Need any tools? I'm sure i can fetch Basil or... find a scorpion around here... Really make him suffer and scream.}

^{— WHAT'S MORE WRONG - THAT I TOO WISH TO BE GREAT OR MY MOTHER WISHED SHE'D HAD A SON?}

^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{The big cat smirked and laughed, You're talking to what used to be the element of parties. Challenge accepted. He smirked before stalking off, already plans in mind. He just had to buy some stuff now.}

^{— WHAT'S MORE WRONG - THAT I TOO WISH TO BE GREAT OR MY MOTHER WISHED SHE'D HAD A SON?}

^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{Rude to specify that there was a pet snake bite but even worse that someone used their snake to do such a thing, Came the faux pitying voice of the lion as he crept out, his own black mamba pet sitting upon his head in perfect balance. His cold eyes stared down this leader as he came to sit near Penny. The new Exiler had been planning the party he was to host, leather belt strapped to his waist with sacks of gold and some of his less favorite of books and ready to go make his trip to the Trade Center when this wolf's voice had pierced his thoughts. Very, very rude. He snorted, Worse thing for me to say, but I think we all kinda smell the same except Penny, Ro'i, and Nyria-who constantly smells of burnt flesh and hair. Hell, for all you know I could of done it. Any specific power damage? Like... venom or even shadow, ice, fire? You gave us a fucking broad specification. Afterall, I have powers and a pet snake. Only thing is I don't remember being the one to maul someone before I joined. He had rambled but, well, specifics were important. He was a shark, ready to dive in first for the feeding frenzy that this wolf had brought with eager eyes and tense muscles but he was a smart shark who wanted to make sure there were specifics before he fucked himself over.}

^{— WHAT'S MORE WRONG - THAT I TOO WISH TO BE GREAT OR MY MOTHER WISHED SHE'D HAD A SON?}

^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{I don't know you but your deeds sicken even me. An experiment? Is that what you see your patients, those who trust in you to protect, save, and care for their lives? The lion spoke next. That word echoed so heavily with him, brought his claws to gouge the ground beneath him as his lip curled and angry black shadowy tendrils moved like smoke upon the spot he stood. These were his family, those he was put in charge of to care for, protect, and help, for fuck's sake? Did nobody else find that sickening? Beating you sorry ass would probably bring some "scientific" bullshit idea to your brain or cause vendetta's against the ones you're apologizing before and causing bias against whether or not you'll save their fucking lives, He said in response to Balthazar's response to Roseus. He was pissed. Pissed beyond reasonable doubt and the saber's lip curled in anger as he flicked his tail. These were lives. People who fucking raised this spoiled little shit and trained him to become what he was just for him to fucking kill them and experiment on them? That. That wasn't okay. For fuck's sake, he could of just read a book.}

^{— WHAT'S MORE WRONG - THAT I TOO WISH TO BE GREAT OR MY MOTHER WISHED SHE'D HAD A SON?}

^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{He perked his black ears, stopping as he heard a voice. A pretty, sweet... naive voice. The lion opened his ghostly eyes, the round pupils dilating then retracting as they finally landed on a black feline. His voice was a slightly annoyed growl, gutteral and gravelly with a deep pride set into them, closing his eyes again, Fine just- I've had my time wasted and this really was not the day for it. He sighed, going quiet again before opening his eyes again, looking at the small cat before him and he laid down, massive black paws-almost as big as the cat's head-pushed forward until they were inches away from her own, looking at her. But, better asked question, who am I in the honor of being in the presence of? He asked, a smirk twitching upon the saber's jaws as he looked her up and down. She was pretty, smooth, beautiful black fur, dazzling eyes, and a voice that only made him want to hear more.}

^{— WHAT'S MORE WRONG - THAT I TOO WISH TO BE GREAT OR MY MOTHER WISHED SHE'D HAD A SON?}

NAME: Aron Starwynne

— name meaning: named after his grandfather, Aronyous Starwynne

TITLES:

SEX/GENDER: Male (♂), masculine — He/Him pronouns

SEXUALITY: Homosexual

AGE/RATIO: 16 moons / ages at my discretion

DATE OF BIRTH:

DATE OF CREATION:

DATE OF DEATH: To be determined — status: alive

NUMBER OF LIVES: 1/1

— reasons for lives lost:

ALLIANCE/RANK: rivulet isles - islander

— past ranks: heir to Starwynne family, shunned, rogue

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BREED: Hellhound x Dire Wolf mix

SHORT DESCRIPTION: A pretty, tall, lanky adrogynous canine with black fur, white face, and mint green eyes and cat-like tail.

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LONG DESCRIPTION:

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MBTI TYPE: ???? / 'Title'

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HOGWARTS HOUSE:

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LONG DESCRIPTION:

PARENTS: Lucas Wyres x Emily Starwynne (NPC's)

SIBLINGS: Lucantine Wyres (Half-Brother)

OFFSPRING:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single — ½ of

CRUSHING ON: Lucantine

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MENTORING:

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PHYSICAL HEALTH: 100%

— injuries None.

— illnesses: None.

MENTAL HEALTH: 60%

— mental disorders: BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER, ANTISOCIAL PERSONALITY DISORDER, PSYCHOSIS

— other issues: Hedonistic

INTERACTION: Cannot maim, kill, or capture / Can powerplay nonviolent actions.

STATISTICS: Physically easy / Mentally very difficult | ATTACK IN underlined.

— strength: ★★☆☆☆☆

— stamina: ★★★★☆☆

— agility: ★★★★★☆

— hunting: ★★★★☆☆

— swimming: ★★★★☆☆

— climbing: ★★★☆☆☆

— medicine: ★☆☆☆☆☆

— intelligence: ★★★★★☆

— charisma: ★★★★☆☆

— perception: ★★★★☆☆

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^{singing my life with his words —}

^{Water. Unlike his dear, beloved brother, Aron loved water. It could be gentle and calm one second and the next, thrashing fools beneath its grasp, ripping them with its powerful undercurrent to its inky depths, holding them in its dark, watery graves to never see the sun again. It was respectable. Beloved even. Something one should fear yet everyone made their homes near, had children by, died by. The black feminine canine was resting upon the beach, long, serpent tongue draped from his mouth in a blep, angled, seductive mint green eyes focused intently upon the water with enough intensity to question stability of the pretty mix-breed's mind. His back was to the border, humming a minor tune, cat-like tail flicking at his side, long, tufted ears perked forward. He looked innocent enough save for the eerie stare he had and emotionless yet childish facial features.}

^{— KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG}

^{singing my life with his words —}

^{His slender face turned at voices, shocking him out of his still trance of thought, hopefulness in those innocent feminine mint eyes as they sparkled against his white face. He expected a russet and brown or black hound with horns, bigger than himself and stronger than the crossbreed himself, the muzzle of his kin heartbeats away from Aron's own gnashing jaws, feeling his cheek muscles spasm in excitement to inject the hemotoxic venom straight into the succulent flesh of Luke. But, it wasnt the monstrous hound known for ripping defenseless creatures apart but two strangers staring in confusion upon this long, feminine creature on their border. Understandable if you were sane, to question the presence of a stranger creature in their lands. But he was annoyed, annoyed that this was not his brother, his soul-mate, a means to an end that is both loneliness and suffering. Nonetheless, Aron's features were from hopeful to disappointed to curious in a matter of moments, straightening his posture as he twisted all the way to face those before him, not standing as his rump twisted in the sand to align with himself and he tilted his head, looking sweet, innocent, and curious. Rivulet Isles? That's a mouthful. Why don't you say like Rivulet or RI? Easy peasy, see? I'm Aron Starwynne! I'm looking to join, make myself... His arms pressed together, chest floof pushed forward to make him fluffier and sweeter, forked tongue flicked out cutely, Useful to your clan. A humble servant. I'm useful for giving to probable alliances, for relieving stress, for being a good listener, plus, I can deal with any unfavorables if you have any! He wagged his long tail, smiling too wide, double fangs showing under his upper lip, forked tongue between sharp front teeth. If swimming is required, I can swim! Im a good swimmer. I can also hunt though I have venom so I don't know if thats okay? But! Im also a good boy who can do other things!}

^{— KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG}