Post by Skoll on Jul 9, 2011 13:45:08 GMT -5
SKÖLL.
When you came in the air went out.
And all those shadows there filled up with doubt.
I don't know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.
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NAME; Sköll
GENDER; male
pronunciation; Sh- ch - all
nickname; None.
meaning; Cheer.
origin; Nordic
AGE; 4.5
SPECIES; Unknown.
PACK PREFERENCE; Crosul.
RANK; Subordinate.
FUR COLOR; White
EYE COLOR; Golden orange
BODY BUILD; Lean, small yet muscular
UNUSUAL MARKINGS; There are a few.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;
Sköll is the unlucky male in his families blood line, while most are largly built he takes after his mother and twin in size. Standing at a proud height of 26inchs, just a little taller then his sister, next to his father he is nothing but a midget. His muscal mass is built more then his sister's but its his speed that is still very much the strong point to him. Like his twin; he is lean, agile and built to stalk and kill quickly rather then a head on attack. Born with a special set of dew claws he is able to scale trees quickly. His jaw strength is stronger then one would think when they first meet him, but will soon learn the hard way size isn't everything.
Like his family, Sköll is a white wolf at heart but has many different markings. His black mane, runs from the tip of his nose to tail. Along his mane, stripes fan out on different parts of his body. His ears have two stripes one set black, one red. Also found there are skulls just like his sister. His eye markings are odd at that, with a cross on each side. Red stripes almost sum up his markings, and black dots on his legs finish it off. Orange eyes stare into souls of his next victim.
PERSONALITY!;
Sköll is very a very quiet male, closed off and alert most of the time. It's odd to see someone with his blood line like this, but it seems his father picked the wrong bitch. He has a few odd habits that you can pick out if you watch him carefully. Most classify him as crazy and most of the time he is.
While he does enjoying the feeling of one dying in his jowls, he can have a more civil side to him as long as his mood is calling for it. Although his bloody life style doesn't often lead him to a great amount of friends, Sköll would prefer to be alone or at least in the company of a respectable thing. Don't expect much words out of his mouth. Sköll isn't one to share.
AFFILIATION; Crazy
SEXUAL ORIENTATION; Straight
LIKES!;
- Death; What is it with that red stuff that gets him going? Seems everyone enjoys pain now a days.
- His father; Idle much? Sköll looks up to his father highly.
- Males; The smell of them always seem to drive him more mad.
DISLIKES!;
- Sun; He doesn't like sun in his eyes. It burns.
- Water; As much as he likes staying clean. Sköll never learned to swim.
- His sister; For leaving him when he needed her. And leaving again when he showed up a little after his father did.
HISTORY!;
`MOTHER: Cross
`FATHER: Khain
`SIBLINGS: Kashmore
FAMILY TREE
`MATE: None
`OFFSPRING: None
THEME SONG(S)!;
- "Bad Things", BY Jace Everett.
RP EXAMPLE;
When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, he heard the voice of the fourth beast say, “Come and see.” And he looked, and beholds a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
There was no humanity left in the eyes of the beast. It stepped quietly, deathly yellow eyes glaring ahead. Not even a thought crossed his mind as a rabbit jumped out in front of him, only to run away as fast as it’s little legs could go. No he was on a mission. There had been a scent he happened to come across, one he just had to check out. So walking a well-planted path of shadows, his muscles tensing each time he stepped. Like a ghost in a mist cemetery, he drifted forwards. Birds screamed and flew away, warning all in his path to run.
His black tipped ears twitched before his sleek body moved to the side and jumped to a low tree branch. Skoll had no reason to be here. He was just. There. At the right time it seemed, to find a lone wolf. Getting ready to sleep in the run. Slowly he climbed the tree, a talent he had given himself with lots of practice. Now moving from one large tree branch to the other he became nothing more then a shadow. One, no soul would see.
Soon he spotted his pray. Lying; with no care in the world. Being hunted by the very same thing that had once been apart of their world. He smirked body shaking with adrenalin, as he stared down. He was so ready to bath in the blood, listen to the scream. Oh god. He was getting himself going just thinking about it. He could feel it in his gut, in his hips.
Silvia dripped from his muzzle while his pupils became almost invisible. It was as though he was infected by rabies. Without any warning he leapt from the tree as if he was a big cat, landing on top of a rogue male who just happened to be in the wrong place at that moment. The gray male screamed in surprise the lunged at his attacker only to find his intestines being ripped out from his side. “The Hell!!” He bellowed out in pain.
Disappearing back into the trees, the white male watched at blood pooled around the panicking male. His yellow eyes glanced from the other canine to the tree that he had picked. Finding the perfect spot, Skoll once again jumped to the ground. “Did you know…. That there is actually a bird who will take it’s prey.” He muttered as his head tilted to the side. Slowly he moved closer to the slowly dieing gray male, who was determined to get away.
“It will actually take it’s prey and stack it to a tree branch…” He let a laugh escape from his muzzle as he slammed his foot onto his victim’s open side. “Where it will wait till its dead before eating it! Come and see!”
Grabbing hold of the males foot he began to drag the male towards the tree. The rogue screamed for help at the top of his lungs before being dragged up the tree and shoved onto Skoll chosen branch. “Isn’t that just gross!?” He snapped as he watched the now dead canine’s blood run down the tree. “Unlike my father. I won’t eat you… No… I’ll leave you to the crows”
Leaping from the tree he licked the blood from his muzzle, laughing as he did so.
WHERE DID YOU HEAR OF OUR SITE FROM;
[/b]Rachy dragged me <3[/b]
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