Seithramxx

[~Saith~]

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SEITHRAM
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FOOTSTEPS ON THE HORIZON
FULL OF ANGER ; FULL OF HOPE
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CALLING :
Seithram

NICKNAMES :
Saith is fine by me.

AGE :
Four; grown into myself, If I may say so

SPECIES :
3/4 Timber wolf, 1/8 Coyote, 1/8 Dire. The story isn't a pretty one.

SEX :
Male

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THEIR STEPS ARE OH SO PERFECT
MADE WITH LOVE ; MADE WITH HATE
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MY EYES :
Blue. A thousand different shades of it.

MY COLORS :
Almost a solid charcoal black, rather odd for no extraordinary markings.

MY DIMENSIONS :
Rather average height, around three feet at the shoulder, though normally his head is above that. About a hundred and 20, fluctuating daily with meals, water consumption, muscle growth and blood loss.

MAKE A JUDGMENT :
Saith is somewhat on the lean side, but muscles are well defined. He has a broad chest, powerful lungs, and large paws. Claws are a lighter shade, though technically clear. Ears are widely set and accurate. Scars adorn the solid color pelt and are worn as trophies. Most are in vulnerable areas, but the more recent ones are across his muzzle and face as his fighting style changed. Will generally have a reserved appearance. His winter coat is long and thick, but the summer coat is short and prickly as deer hide.

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PATH OF DESTRUCTION, FEEL IT BURN
WE NEED A SAVIOR ; LIVE, LOVE, LEARN
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I AM WHO I AM :
Saith is a demon of few words, most of the time. he loves to analyze things, though often his mind will work out all sides of something subconsciously. He is highly intelligent in some ways, but incredibly naive in others. For example, wordplay often throws him for a loop. The male tends to take things literally, rarely seeing the implications of speech. Saith is generally friendly, unwilling to create enemies even if he sometimes behaves as if he were superior. He thinks himself a charming gentleman, but has never once considered settling with a female. Most packs have rules that lesser wolves cannot breed, and he is willing enough to obey laws.
His arrogance knows no bounds at times, for no one has repressed him so sharply that he could not recover. He was a loner for quite some time, a couple years in fact. Each pack he passed positively feuded with him, granting many of the fine scars he wore. He has finally come to find a place accepting of him, where his arrogance can be tolerated. Of course, a natural respect for authority managed to remain in his skull, but even that must be earned in his eyes. Because of this, he can take a first impression wrong and start off as a bit of a jerk.
And this friendly side? It only exists most of the time. Like water can change from calm to thrashing in a moment's notice, so can the demon. Normal placidity can give way to spiteful hatred under the right circumstances or prompting. A vile temper has gotten him into trouble more than once as well. Perhaps it is a chemical imbalance, but on some days, those near him either struggle to put up with his foul inconsolable mood, or leave him be. A bit of a stubborn streak is retained in arguments, for once his mind locks into what his truths are, he is virtually unchangeable.
As there is a light and a dark, he is two things built in together, and which he is at the moment, you can determine by a simple greeting. Chances are you'll get a cheerful return, but you might be in that rare occasion where you're likely to lose a limb. You've been warned. The demon is loosed.

MY INTERESTS :

• Water
  
• Socializing
  
• Creatures besides wolves
  
• Running
  

MY DISLIKES :

• The unexplainable
  
• Intolerance
  
• Flame
  
• Unnecessary bloodshed
  

WHO I FOLLOW :
Leith- The God of Tranquility, Typhoons, Rain, Water

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I'LL TELL YOU JUST A LITTLE MORE
AS YOU DIG DEEPER INTO MY SOUL
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FATHER :
Kane- 3/4 Timber wolf. 1/4 Dire wolf. Not particularly famous. Dark pelt, burly. More brawn than brain.

MOTHER :
Aeris- 3/4 Timber wolf. 1/4 Coyote. Sleek, a runner. Intelligent, a mixture of black and fawn.

SIBLINGS :
Two sisters, Dawn and Lhea, still part of his original pack.

MATE :
None.

OFFSPRING :
None.

PETS :
None, though tends to converse with raptors- birds of prey.

IN MY PAST :
Seithram was born to the alpha pair of a small pack, with only the alpha male's elder sister occupying the lands. There were five of them total, and Seithram was one of the two males. He grew to be as intelligent as his mother, surpassing his sisters quickly. he learned feelings, and expressions that most males wouldn't discover for years, if ever.
All went pretty smoothly, his first hunt, growing a winter coat, surviving his first year. his whole litter made it through that mild winter, perhaps because of its size. He was not belittled or cast out for any reason, and with kindness he was nourished.
After the second winter passed, he began to grow arrogant. No new litter had been born that year, for his mother had gone away to explore and never returned. No lone females approached the pack, and Saith began to have thoughts of ruling. Kane didn't appreciate the various attempts to overthrow him, and so, barely one and a half, the drake was exiled. He wandered, a vagabond for quite a while. The haughty nature never left, and his delight and pride was resilient to a fault. he discovered that females of other packs would chase after him, if given the chance, but their packs always turned them away from him. He recieved many harsh words and wounds, but persisted. Finally, tactic changed, and he settled somewhat humbly within Leith's followers.

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I'M PULLING THE STRINGS
'CAUSE I'M BEHIND IT ALL
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OOC ALIAS :
Yasu, Enkou are aliases.

AGE :
18

EXPERIENCE :
I've been Roleplaying for ... approaching three years now, I think it is.

OTHER CHARACTERS :
I haven't given thought to any others, and I've been far too many to remember elsewhere.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE : From a while ago, with my dearest Enkou. He was full-blooded warrior and 100% earned royalty, and this is one of his softer moments.

Emerald blades had overgrown themselves and were now bowing to the path that cut through their midst; a suitable arrangement for the fiery monarch that tread without the slightest trepidation along that packed sod. Tashili was as good as a seasonal home to this brujo, and never would he feel unwelcome. However, it wasn't bloodlines that drew him thither this time. Smirk curled the emperor's cheek, crooked as always, the trademark smirk. This path led to the central den of Kyuubi's pack; perhaps she'd spite him for his quest. However, taking a pack member into his own domain didn't necessarily mean that particular individual couldn't be of both packs. Nares tapped the earth, detecting faint traces of the mahogany alphaess indigenous. A gentle slope lead to the top of a slight ridge, overlooking a nearby meadow. With powerful purpose the czar ascended the ridge, presiding over these lands with inborn rulership. Keen golden occs traced every nook and cranny before it was decided to proceed with something that had been unaccomplished in years. Audits lay back against skull, which tipped to the heavens in a very swift motion as shutter sealed voids. A low, proud, savagely handsome call resonated from the king's throat, a howl, the first in so long that none alive would recognize it except perhaps Peroxide or his siblings. However, there would be no mistaking that clarion dialect, the summons dictated upon the landscape. The gifted sound waves settled into the terrain, each particle seeming to vibrate with reserved energy, even when echoes died away. Snout slowly lowered, then snapped to attention, listening for a reply and watching the lands below with expectant mind. The caesar had called for none other than the wood-hued betaess, that vixen that had eluded his charm oh so many years ago when the rogue had first come upon this little pack nestled away in the border of society. Forza... Mind called, as if to a child that had gone to hide in a game of hide&seek. Taunting, singsong, perfectly contained within only his mind. Matching grin toyed upon charcoal muzzle, though laced with soft, fine silver hairs. Nine seasons had been too kind to the monarch, and here, this was the height of his power, just before tissues began wearing, while knowledge could still be executed with utmost agility. Now he was to be most feared, most despised, yet this mission had nothing to do with destruction or refusal- he hoped. It was unlike the chief to ever be unsteady in mind or body, yet here it was apparent to a good friend that what resembled nervousness pressed his irises into tight spheres. Still, he scanned, the echoes of the first howl released in near five years still rebounding in the nature of the landscape around, though no longer in pure sound.

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