Private 1x1 rp with Poxi and Zephyr !
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Private 1x1 rp with Poxi and Zephyr !
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Posted 2021-11-01 08:30:47
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 Poxi 🌻 #1188 |
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Posted 2021-11-01 08:33:17
⛧⸸°•. ☬ .•°⸸⛧  ↬ᴺᵃᵐᵉ: Lumin ↬ᴺⁱᶜᵏⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ: Lu ↬ᴳᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ: Female ↬ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡⁱᵗʸ: Straight ↬ᴾʳᵒⁿᵒᵘⁿˢ: She/Her ↬ᴬᵍᵉ: 1 year and 8 months ↬ᴼᶜᶜᵘᵖᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ: Lone wold / Herbalist ↬ᴮʳᵉᵉᵈ: Timber Wolf / Slightly smaller than the average female wolf. ↬ˢᶜᵉⁿᵗ: sweetish / her scent seems to smell oddly like sweet basil ↬ᴬᶜᶜᵉˢˢᵒʳⁱᵉˢ: None as of right now! ↬ⱽᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᶜˡᵃⁱᵐ: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-22Ph1ofcI⛧⸸°•. ☬ .•°⸸⛧ ↬ᴾᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡⁱᵗʸ: Lumin is a very soft spoken wolf! She keeps to herself and would much rather be out hunting for herbs or making medicine than to be sitting around and talking with others. When it comes down to healing and helping others she becomes a whole other wolf. She becomes confident in her skill and is able to quickly come up with an aide to help the creature who needs help. Lumin tends to have an to be more shy and wary of larger wolves than herself. She becomes rather quiet when treating them and would rather to quickly treat them so they can leave faster. Once you get to know her though, she is a very genuine and sweet wolf. She loves to see others succeed and pursue their dreams. She will always support everyone and would hope that others would do the same for her. ↬ᴬᵖᵖᵉʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ: Lumin has a few scars on her body that happened shortly after she left her birth pack the scarred stars. A scar over her right eye, a scar on her nose, and one on her upper left leg. These happened when she was looking for some herbs to create medicine for fleas. She got caught up in the scents of herbs that she didn't realize she came close to a lone wolf den. The wolf was pretty mean and didn't take it well to see Lumin so close to their home. They quickly jumped at her and told her that was a warning and to not to come close again. After this encounter would be the time she started to have a fear of larger wolves. ⛧⸸°•. ☬ .•°⸸⛧ ↬ᴮᵃᶜᵏˢᵗᵒʳʸ: Lumin was born in the pack Scarred Stars. The Scarred Stars was a pack that prayed to the stars and the moon, and were forever grateful to for the moons blessing every full moon. Lumin's mother, Lunna was the pack herbalist as well as the pack 'seer'. Her mother was very talented in the art of medicine. She was respected and loved by everyone. Every Full moon her mother would take Lumin to the highest peak on the mountain so they could speak to their ancestors. Lumin grew up very close to her mother. Thats where her love for medicne comes from. She learned at a very young age which herbs were which. Which to stay away from and which you should always have plenty of! Lumin quickly earned the trust and respect of everyone in the pack. They all knew that she would have their back if ever they needed it. Shortly after Lumin turned a year old, an adult, she decided that she would leave the Scared Stars to adventure out and seek new ways to treat medicne. She didn't want to be known as Lunnas Apprentice. She wanted to make her own name for self. Durning the time she was preparing to leave was one of the first times that she had a full conversation with her father, Polaris. Lumin always admired her father from afar. But never had the courage to go up to him. He always spoke funny and as a pup it was always hard to understand, but on her final day, Polaris spoke to her about himself. How he to left his pack to seek his own name and become someone he knew he was. He was proud of who he become and what he has now. Lumin was surprised with this information but was oddly proud knowing that her father did what she was doing now. She promised him that wherever she goes, somehow he will hear word of how great she has become and hopefully one day have a lovely pack to lead like he does. ↬ᴾᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ: Lunna is her mother, and Polaris is her father. ↬ᴹᵃˡᵉ ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍ⁽ˢ⁾: Lumin was the only pup that survived from her litter. ↬ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍ⁽ˢ⁾ She had a younger sister but she passed shortly after birth from an unknown disease. ↬ᴼᶠᶠˢᵖʳⁱⁿᵍ: None yet! ↬ᴼᵗʰᵉʳ: Lumin doesn't really have any wolf friends. She does though have a Barn owl friend named Yeti and a red fox friend named Dokota! ⛧⸸°•. ☬ .•°⸸⛧ |
Poxi 🌻 #1188 |
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Posted 2021-11-01 08:33:47
Art When I make art ;v; |
Poxi 🌻 #1188 |
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Posted 2021-11-01 08:40:29
⛧⸸°•. ☬ .•°⸸⛧ ↬ᴺᵃᵐᵉ: Zephyr (my lead) ↬ᴺⁱᶜᵏⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ: Zeph but prefers you to call him by his name if you aren't close. ↬ᴳᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ: Male ↬ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡⁱᵗʸ: Straight ↬ᴾʳᵒⁿᵒᵘⁿˢ: He/him ↬ᴬᵍᵉ: 1 year and 11 months ↬ᴼᶜᶜᵘᵖᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ: Alpha to Star5 ↬ᴮʳᵉᵉᵈ: x ↬ˢᶜᵉⁿᵗ: He carries a heavy scent of bourbon, or even something spicy ↬ᴬᶜᶜᵉˢˢᵒʳⁱᵉˢ: x ↬ⱽᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᶜˡᵃⁱᵐ: E-girls Are Ruining My Life - Corpse ⛧⸸°•. ☬ .•°⸸⛧ ↬ᴾᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡⁱᵗʸ: Abrasive and ill-tempered on the surface, Zephyr can be icy cold to those he doesn't know. He is a stoic canine for the most part, but argumentative if you've slighted him somehow. His angry spats are usually short-lasting. His gruff exterior is only masking the softer parts of his personality. He is fiercely protective of those he holds dear to his heart and can get quite aggressive if he feels as though his companions are in danger. He can be kind at times, and begrudgingly has a soft spot for the weak. Opinionated, Zephyr doesn't take well to being spoken over. His biggest pet peeve is being ignored and he will go to great lengths to be heard. His soft spot for the young, old, and timid has gotten him into quite a few spats in the past. Though he isn't one to go rushing into battle, he would gladly do so for another dog. His cold nature is mostly a façade and can easily be melted away with a little effort, but don't expect some sort of sweet personality to arise. Caring but unable to show it, for the most part, Zephyrs' friends and family will have to settle with his odd way of showing affection. Bluffing is one of his strong suits. He would much rather threaten than actually get into a physical altercation. These threats usually have no meaning behind them and once you've realized that, it's easy to shrug them off. Behind all of that show, he is relatively calm. Once he's gotten used to you, this mellow temperament is quick to reveal itself. Though it's a nice change of pace from his growls, it can prove to be just as troublesome. Where he shines the brightest is his resilience and ability to adapt. Having come from a shaky background, he is used to the constant shift in his surroundings. Despite his outspoken nature, he would rather bite his tongue than complain about his own wellbeing. He can take quite a beating without so much as a whimper and he hates to admit defeat. ↬ᴬᵖᵖᵉʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ: A tall dark brute with a fairly muscular body. A dark losna coat is pelted in selene marks, he has dark black unders that add onto the pelt. He struggles with poachers for his coat and many of his pack member's coats but he, and his hunters manage to fight them off. He has pin-straight ears with some fur rising from the tips, not too long but not too short, more of the just-right type of thing. He strays on the heavier-than-average side of his weight all year round, though most of this weight is made of muscle. It's common to see Zephyr with an annoyed or angry expression on his face ⛧⸸°•. ☬ .•°⸸⛧ ↬ᴮᵃᶜᵏˢᵗᵒʳʸ: Zephyr was one of four pups, only male too if that tells you anything. He was a free spirit in his youth, his pup hood filled with much mischief and adventures. He would lead his other siblings into danger quite often and ended up being scolded by his parents just as often. It was clear at a young age that he was going to be trouble, and trouble he was. His adolescence was filled with uncertainty. He butted heads with the older members of the group, finding himself being reprimanded by his father on a daily basis. His excursions into the woods grew more and more often, resulting in him coming home bloody and bruised. All of this behavior bottlenecked into one particular outburst where he attacked another lambda, and his father was forced to outcast him from the Lemolo Pack. Zephyrs' exile didn't last long. His mother vetoed the decision and came looking for him, he refused to come back but his mother wouldn't leave him. His relationship with his father was tarnished, as well as his relationship with the pack. But the loss of his mother caused him to revert even more into himself. Having lost the faith of his father and siblings, she was the only remaining family he felt supported him. Even colder now, he cares little about his former home and where they are going since he is now making his way to the higher-up world. ↬ᴾᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ:His mother is deceased, but his father is unknown. ↬ᴹᵃˡᵉ ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍ⁽ˢ⁾: x ↬ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍ⁽ˢ⁾: Most likely being used under their father's power. ↬ᴼᶠᶠˢᵖʳⁱⁿᵍ: A couple of litters here and there ↬ᴼᵗʰᵉʳ: x |
 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 #48951 |
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Posted 2021-11-01 09:03:33
The small female wolf stayed out for a few hours, in search for chaparral. She did come across some cedar trees, pawing at the bark and collecting the pieces that fell. She always collected more than what she needed. It helped keep her hoard always full for when she did need it. She kept collecting herbs till her bag was full, and decided it was best to head back to her den to sort them out and make some medicines. She started to walk back in the direction of her den, sniffing as she went, keeping an eye out for any more herbs she might of missed. She was being a bit oblivious to her surroundings since she was so familiar with these woods, so she kept sniffing for herbs and thinking about what to make for medicine next. (( First reply!! Sorry I'm a little rusty! I shall warm up to it the more we continue hopefully!)) |
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Posted 2021-11-01 10:03:18
He now walked on the dark and dried moss that bordered the river. Small waves in the water shifted left and right as fish swam around the rocks which were of course not visual on top of the water. He huffed before lowering his head and began to lap up water. He tended to shift his eyes up a bit swearing he could hear something but ignored it, soon closing his hues and finishing his long drink. |
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 #48951 |
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Posted 2021-11-01 11:28:06
The wind shifted, before she froze and looked in the direction of the river. Her noise twitched, ears pointed a head. Before she quickly realized that a wolf scent was strong in the wind. She quickly crouched, and moved herself into a bush. She wasn't sure if she should book it back to the den or to stay hidden in the bushes. It took her a few minutes. She listened carefully, she couldn't hear the other wolf so she assumed they weren't on her side of the river. So she slowly crawled out of the bush, and got up slowly. She looked over to where the scent was coming from. She waited a moment before she broke off into a run back to her den. Hopping her scent would be going away from the other wolf, or they wouldn't catch it. |
Poxi 🌻 #1188 |
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Posted 2021-11-01 11:42:16
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 #48951 |
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Posted 2021-11-01 12:01:38
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Poxi 🌻 #1188 |