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"Damn it was a bad idea to fight that bear” thought Blanche. However he didn’t have much choice, it was a particularly bad winter that year with prey few and far between. He had to resort to fighting that bear for a chance to survive. Studying his wounds, Blanche knew he had to find shelter soon and tend to his wounds. Collapsing in the snow was the last thing he wanted to do. The landscape around him was only a blanket of snow, scattered trees, and the skeletal remains of a large animal in the distance. The sun was due to set soon. Shit.He wasn’t in the best shape to spend a night unprotected. Picking up the pace, Blanche silently cursed at himself for his idiotic mistake. If he had stayed with his pack, he wouldn’t have gotten into this mess. At last, Blanche saw something resembling an igloo in the distance. For him the view was fuzzy and out of focus. Ah, his wounds were catching up to him. The blood dripped from his belly as he collapsed on the ground. The dire wolf’s vision slowly began to fade as the last thing he saw was the igloo.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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The piercing pain of Blanche’s cuts woke him up. Dazed and confused, he put his paw over his belly to find cobwebs sealing his wounds shut. While his fur was matted with blood the immediate danger of blood loss was over. Suddenly hours of pain and fatigue finally hit him and he collapsed on the floor too weak to do anything but see the immediate vicinity around him. It was a rather small and quaint igloo with a small fire crackling in the middle of the room, beyond it he could see the figure of a cat covered in what seemed like mushrooms, its full figure obscured by the fire. Weakly he called out to the mushroom cat,
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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Staring at the bowl of herbs in front of him he pondered on whether to trust it or not. After all he’s been through he has learned to be more cautious of others. However she did save him and based on that fact, he scarfed it down tasting a bit of sweetness and saltiness to it. After he was done he looked up at the strange cats face, he saw two pink glaring eyes, tortoiseshell and white blend fur, and the most notable feature: mushrooms sprouting from her body. As the herbs passed through his body, he began to feel some of his energy return to him, although still weak and hungry he managed to lift himself off the floor. Staring directly at the cat in front of him he pondered if he had the strength to overpower her and eat her. “No” he thought to himself after all the cat has done for him betraying her would be a dishonorable thing to do, after all he knew what it felt to be betrayed.
Blanche growled in a deep voice,
“why exactly did you help me?”
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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Blanche growled in indignation,
“it’s none of your business,
I also hope you cleaned up or masked the scent of the blood trail I left. Don’t
want any predators looking for some injured prey, don’t you? In my current
state I can’t do much and I’m sure you’re not a fighter.”
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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“The cat was right; the best course of action would be for
him to go to sleep” Blanche thought. However, his stomach had other plans, growling
like the bear he fought earlier. Looking around the room Blanche spotted the
rabbit the cat prepared, using what feeble strength he had left he hoisted himself
up and walked over to the table pushing the cat away and took a sizeable chunk
out of the rabbit. Satisfied with the small morsel he walked over to a small
pile of blankets and laid down preparing to go to sleep. “Thank you for the
meal” Blanche managed to muttered before falling into a deep slumber.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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“Damn it’s cold” Blanche said as he woke up shivering. Observing
his surroundings, he saw the strange mushroom covered cat laying on but a scrappy
blanket and he felt a tiny pang of guilt, “maybe I should’ve left her a few
more blankets” he thought. “But what done was done”, standing up he felt a
sharp pain in his underside, touching the wound he felt the familiar stickiness
of cobwebs and the rough texture of scabs. “Shit guess it didn’t fully heal
enough for me to walk around much”, looking out the window Blanche only saw
snow. “Guess this isn’t too bad” Blanche thought “definitely beats dying out in
the snow out there and ending up as a scavenger’s lunch”. Blanche sighed, with his
wounds still fresh he was still unable to do much but lay down.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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“You awake…” asked the strange cat. “What does it look like,
of course I’m awake” growled Blanche. “However, as you can see, I currently can’t
move due to my still healing wounds so can you be a dear and get me some food?
Preferably meat?”. With that demand Blanche closed his eyes and went back to
sleep. In his sleep Blanche dreamed of his old life back when he used to be
part of an actual pack, a family. Back when he used to go out and hunt with his
old friends and of course his old mate Elise. However, he knew even in his
sleep that those days are over.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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“Starve” said the cat in indignation. With this phrase
Blanche rose from his short but deep slumber. “Did that tiny little cat really
just tell me to starve?” Blanche thought. Disregarding his pain, he managed to
get on his feet and walk over to the tiny cat “I don’t have time for this,”
Blanche thought, “if she’s not going to get food I have to or else both of us
are going to be screwed.”. “Fine, I’ll go get my own” Blanche said. Hobbling
towards the entrance of the igloo Blanche felt sharp pains in his underside
with every step he took. But Blanche knew that this was the only option to
ensure his own survival, so with his barely healed wounds he trudged outside into
the thick white wasteland hoping to find anything that he can eat.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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“What the hell?” thought Blanche. Roots and grass began to
sprung up at his feet restricting his movement. Using his only free paw Blanche
managed to swipe away the grass and roots and bolt out of the igloo before more
could envelop his legs. “What the fuck was that?” Blanche thought, “It had to
have been that cat there’s no other explanation”. Blanche pondered on going
back in and calling the cat out but he knew better, he wasted enough energy swiping
away and running out of the igloo. Taking a few steps forward he felt waves of
pain finally hit him, having being cooped up from the adrenaline rush of
running before. “Fuck”, Blanche thought, he tried taking a couple more steps
forward but the pain was too much for him to handle and with a final step he
collapsed in the cold enveloping snow around him.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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OPINIONS & CHOICES IC / "SPEECH" / BUMP THREADS AFTER 2 DAYS
GENERAL INFO / THREAD HUB / HEART CHART / PLOTTING THREAD
✩ Blanche
✩ 9 Months
✩ Wind Haven
RELATIONSHIPS / RULES OF ENGAGEMENT / ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛
✩ Single
✩ Heterosexual
APPEARANCE / REFERENCE. / STATUS / STATS [PERCENTAGE%]
✩ Muscular white dire wolf with yellow piercing eyes
✩ Scars on belly
—INJURIES/ILLNESSES: None
BEHAVIOUR / TROPEHERE / A. / B. / C. / D.
✩ Stand-offish to those he doesn't know
✩ Loyal to those he does, also to his clan
✩ Egotistical to a fault, blinded by prior
✩ Charges head first without thinking, bonehead
✩ Still has a rebellious nature, will go against the rules for his clan
—DISORDERS: text
INTERACTION / TROPEHERE / TROPEHERE
✩ medium physical difficulty / easy mental difficulty / will imitate fights
✩ has no medical knowledge / very good duelist
✩ powerplay non-aggressive actions
✩ attack in GOLD YELLOW
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When Blanche finally awoke, he was surprised to find vines
constricting him instead of a blanket of snow enveloping his body. Blanche
tried to struggle in vain to free himself but the vines were too tight for him
to even move a muscle. Goddammit, out of all the animals who could’ve helped me
it was a damn plant manipulator. With nothing else he could do he surveyed the
room around him noticing it was at the igloo where he was originally rescued. However,
he didn’t see any signs of the cat who was with him. With nothing to pass the
time and his hunger and pain catching up to him he decided it’d be wise to just
take a nap, his final thoughts wishing he had his old strength back instead
of being a bed ridden burden like he used to be in the past.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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I…Have…Food.. Blanche awoke to the sight of the cat next to
a carcass of a deer. Groaning Blanche managed to struggle to his feet his body
still sore from the tribulations he put it through. Straggling over to the deer
he was surprised on the sheer size of it. Despite it being half eaten it still
had a decent amount of still edible preserved meat on its bones. Blanche glanced
over to small cat, Damn she must be pretty strong to be able to have lifted
this even with plant magic. With nothing else holding Blanche back he he gave the cat a small grunt of appreciation and dug into
the deer meat devouring anything he could get his mouth on. Once he had his
full he looked up at the cat and asked. Thanks for all of this but there’s something that’s
been nagging me this entire time, who exactly are you?
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My name’s Blanche, and what kind of name is Matcha? Sounds
like some kind of bug if you ask me. Standing up, Blanche walked over to Matcha
and looked down at her. Observing Matcha clearly for the first time he noticed
that she had pink eyes, four ears, and most unusually of all mushrooms growing
out of her body. Must’ve been due to the plant manipulation. However, this wasn’t
the first time he encountered a plant manipulator. Back when Blanche used to roam
with his pack his mate used to be one herself, while not as potent as Matcha
she was able to use to effectively to ensnare small prey during hunts. Thinking
of Elise, Blanche reminisced of his old life again. While for most of his life
he used to be part of a pack it wasn’t always the case. Blanche as a child was
orphaned when his two parents disappeared on a hunting expedition, wandering
the tundra alone for the vast majority of his younger years he grew to resent
most of the world and grew distrustful of anyone. It wasn’t until he met Elise
one day and was introduced to a pack where he started to open up and finally
find a place in the world. As all good things though it wasn’t to last; during
one of their routinely night hunts, something or someone ambushed them. Blanche
and the pack tried their best to fend of whatever it was in the dark but how
could you really fight something that you don’t know? Forced to retreat,
Blanche ran away as fast as he can leaving behind his pack behind with only
their screams echoing in the night. Thinking about all this however left a
bitter taste in his mouth. Returning to reality he realized he’s been staring
at Matcha this entire time, and quickly looked away in embarrassment. So, you’re
plant manipulation, where’d you learn it?
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Commission Type # || Fullbody
Number of Characters In Scene || One
Character Reference(s) || reference, A white coat just like the reference and yellow eyes with a muscular build, scars on belly.
Brief personality description || standoffish, loyal, arrogant
Pose/expression/scene || reference, pose like he's ready to attack.
Other information || I'LL PAY GOOD MONEY
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Watch your tone, while I do appreciate you saving me, you’re
still talking to someone who can easily overpower and kill you. Blanche sighed in exhaustion, the past couple
of days has really taken a toll on his body and mentality. Just like the old
days. Looking outside the window he noticed the sun starting to dip behind the
horizon casting a bright red glow over the tundral landscape. Figuring it was a
good time to finally have a good and proper rest he walked back to his old
dingy blankets and laid down. You should head to sleep too; it’s been a long
day. As Blanche settled in to sleep he wondered where the hell is he going to
go from here now.
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Blanche’s slumber ended abruptly as it started. Waking up
from a cold sweat Blanche remembered the terrible nightmare of that night where
he abandoned his pack. I need to find them again. Staring out the window he
noticed the sun just starting to rise over the horizon like a blooming flower
casting its crimson glow over the tundral landscape. Stretching his legs and
letting out a small yawn, he stood up. While his wounds were still healing it
was manageable. He looked over to Matcha noticing she was still asleep in her
weird cocoon of vines and plants. Not a morning person, I guess. Walking over
to deer corpse and noticed it barely had anything left on its bones. Definitely
not enough meat to sustain us both for the coming day. Sighing he contemplated
if it was worth the risk to try and hunt for food again, but he knew he couldn’t
be dependent on someone much smaller and less capable than himself, his pride
just wouldn’t allow it despite it being damaged enough. Stretching one more
last time, he set out into the now bright golden tundra.
After what seemed like an eternity Blanche finally spotted a solitary elk. sneaking up to it he pounced using all of his energy. The elk turned around but it was already too late, Blanche sunk his claws and his mouth into the neck of it killing it as fast as he pounced on it. Damn that took a while. And as if on queue Blanche's stomach rumbled and he finally felt hungry, his appetite suppressed the last couple of hours. Grabbing the now limp Elk by its neck he dragged it all the way back to the igloo.
Arriving at the igloo he saw that Matcha was somehow still asleep in her tight cocoon of plants. Geez she's still not up yet? Tiredly he dragged the elk corpse over to the center of the room dropping it on the patchy floor. Hey you lazy cat I brought a present.
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I got it from hunting you fool, and of course it's not poisoned just look. Blanche dug his claws deep into the Elk's hide ripping it apart, grabbing a chunk of meat in the process. With the elk’s blood dripping from the meat in his claws Blanche hungrily devoured the fresh still warm morsel. Looking up at Matcha with his blood stained mouth he grinned at her. See? It’s all fine, I thought since I was feeling better I should return the favor of the meat you gave me earlier. Eating until he had his fill he stood up and wiped his mouth with his paw. You know I was always wondering this since you saved me, what are you even doing out here? It’s the middle of the winter and you look like you didn’t grow up around here.
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Blanche pondered for a bit, was she trustworthy enough to learn about his past? Blanche shook his head, he ate and slept near this cat for days by now and if she wanted to try anything she would’ve done something by now. If you really want to know, I’m out here looking for my old pack. There was some “complications” and we all ended up separated from each other. Blanche took a look outside and noticed it was almost sunset. Walking over to his blanket bed he laid down on the cold floor. By the way, it seems my injuries have somewhat fully healed and I would like to thank you for what you have done when you could’ve just let me die out there. By tomorrow morning I’ll be gone. Letting out a big yawn he settled in and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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As Blanche crested the side of the mountain he let out a sigh of relief after weeks of traveling through tundras, deserts, and jungles he finally reached the end of his journey. Looking over the valley that spread before him he saw what appeared to be a small town just at the base of the mountain composed of small cabins. That must be Wind Haven. Slowly trotting down the mountain Blanche began to think to himself. Was that soothsayer really right? Would he meet his lost pack here out of all places? Blanche shook his head, there was no use second guessing himself when he finally reached his destination. Even if his pack wasn’t there he was going to get answers one way or another.
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As Blanche approached the crowd that started to gather before him he noticed a familiar voice ring out Don't let that wolf in. He's smells and he's rude. Oh God, it can't be why here out of all places. Walking through the murmuring crowd before him he knew any chances of a good first impression were dashed hearing them calling him an asshole already. That damned mushroom rat. Walking up straight to Matcha he stared her down remembering that cold month he spent in the tundra with her. What the hell are you doing here out of all places. Looking back at the crowd gathered before him he announced. Ignore this stupid cat, all I want to know is if you have seen a pack of wolves similar to me pass by here.
