Post by solomon on Mar 24, 2018 7:52:58 GMT
Username:
morrell
Character:
Solomon Daedric
Character Age:
Three years.
Character Description: Here.
Desired Rank: Green-blood. (aspires to be Reaper or Skullkeeper.)
Activity:
8.
RP Sample:
Solomon moved silently around the edge of camp. The sun lit the ground, but the dark brute remained in the shadow of the trees. His blue eyes scanned the area as the stoic hold of his mask remained ever present. His body was always on alert, his muzzle never twitched, and his eyes were always cold. Very few got to see the brute underneath. He was as a phantom even in his own pack. He constantly moved in and out of sight, but that mask remained the same.
Solomon took pause for a moment, his muscle tightening underneath his thick coat of black. His senses were always alert, even when he was among pack. His ear flickered before his eyes looked up as ravens seemed to have been startled. They flew from the gorge and swiftly circled around and headed off in the other direction. Solomon always watched the birds. Their movements tended to give away were the soulless were. The birds could spot them instantly and those with a good sense of smell avoided the area entirely.
Icy blues soon turned and looked around the camp. Wolves were coming up and elite were entering the camp once more. Nighttime was when the soulless were more active, but some elite still took the day watch. Solomon moved once more, he knew Varen would soon be in the area. The alpha’s watched over the pack from afar, but they always seemed to come back at the same time.
As Solomon moved around on the outskirts, he took notice to who was in camp and who was not. Many of the wolves here were still from Morgan’s reign. Solomon kept a close eye on those wolves as they did him. Solomon might be a good leader, but he was also a good killer. They knew of his past and some feared him.
Icy eyes met with cold brown for just a moment. Prison was walking back into camp. The brute was huge and always smelled of death. His paws were bloody, which Solomon took note of. He had encountered some soulless last night. He smirked at him with that look that sent shivers down other wolves’ pelts. It did not affect Solomon. Solomon stopped and raised his head slightly as he stared back. Prison soon look away and shook out his pelt. Prison was not a friendly wolf, but even he knew not to challenge Solomon.
“Alpha…”
“Prison.” Solomon’s voice was smooth, but it held no emotion.
“You better send the fire starter to go clean up.” He stated as he kept moving. He jerked back as Solomon stepped in front of him. He hadn’t expected it. “Quiet as ever.” He smirked as him as he leaned toward him. Solomon did not back down. That is what Prison wanted, he wanted him to give him a reason to kill him. “What is it, Alpha?” He whispered. Solomon’s ear twitched. He was trying to push him. His tone always changed when he said Alpha.
“Go wash up. You will not bring that blood here.”
“Excuse me?” He growled out.
“We do not wear the blood of our victims, unless you want another outbreak.” Solomon stated as he stared at him.
“As if I care.”
“You won’t live if that happens.” Solomon stated as if it was fact. He knew it was a threat. He pressed closer to him before he suddenly moved off.
“Yes, Solomon.” He stated. Solomon stood there just as the crows settled back down onto their perches.
morrell
Character:
Solomon Daedric
Character Age:
Three years.
Character Description: Here.
Desired Rank: Green-blood. (aspires to be Reaper or Skullkeeper.)
Activity:
8.
RP Sample:
Solomon moved silently around the edge of camp. The sun lit the ground, but the dark brute remained in the shadow of the trees. His blue eyes scanned the area as the stoic hold of his mask remained ever present. His body was always on alert, his muzzle never twitched, and his eyes were always cold. Very few got to see the brute underneath. He was as a phantom even in his own pack. He constantly moved in and out of sight, but that mask remained the same.
Solomon took pause for a moment, his muscle tightening underneath his thick coat of black. His senses were always alert, even when he was among pack. His ear flickered before his eyes looked up as ravens seemed to have been startled. They flew from the gorge and swiftly circled around and headed off in the other direction. Solomon always watched the birds. Their movements tended to give away were the soulless were. The birds could spot them instantly and those with a good sense of smell avoided the area entirely.
Icy blues soon turned and looked around the camp. Wolves were coming up and elite were entering the camp once more. Nighttime was when the soulless were more active, but some elite still took the day watch. Solomon moved once more, he knew Varen would soon be in the area. The alpha’s watched over the pack from afar, but they always seemed to come back at the same time.
As Solomon moved around on the outskirts, he took notice to who was in camp and who was not. Many of the wolves here were still from Morgan’s reign. Solomon kept a close eye on those wolves as they did him. Solomon might be a good leader, but he was also a good killer. They knew of his past and some feared him.
Icy eyes met with cold brown for just a moment. Prison was walking back into camp. The brute was huge and always smelled of death. His paws were bloody, which Solomon took note of. He had encountered some soulless last night. He smirked at him with that look that sent shivers down other wolves’ pelts. It did not affect Solomon. Solomon stopped and raised his head slightly as he stared back. Prison soon look away and shook out his pelt. Prison was not a friendly wolf, but even he knew not to challenge Solomon.
“Alpha…”
“Prison.” Solomon’s voice was smooth, but it held no emotion.
“You better send the fire starter to go clean up.” He stated as he kept moving. He jerked back as Solomon stepped in front of him. He hadn’t expected it. “Quiet as ever.” He smirked as him as he leaned toward him. Solomon did not back down. That is what Prison wanted, he wanted him to give him a reason to kill him. “What is it, Alpha?” He whispered. Solomon’s ear twitched. He was trying to push him. His tone always changed when he said Alpha.
“Go wash up. You will not bring that blood here.”
“Excuse me?” He growled out.
“We do not wear the blood of our victims, unless you want another outbreak.” Solomon stated as he stared at him.
“As if I care.”
“You won’t live if that happens.” Solomon stated as if it was fact. He knew it was a threat. He pressed closer to him before he suddenly moved off.
“Yes, Solomon.” He stated. Solomon stood there just as the crows settled back down onto their perches.
