Post by Mictlan/Basilisk on Feb 10, 2019 22:54:31 GMT
Character name: Mictlan
How you found the server: Feral Community \o/
Estimated activity level: Generally 7-9, I'm around pretty much all day on Discord but IG activity can be pretty spotty!
Availability: Basilisk#4390
Rp sample:
The sun rested high in the sky; the glow particularly warm and yet it did little to battle against the icy temperatures brought upon the land by Winter. Snow glistened upon the ground, glaringly bright and horribly uncomfortable on the eyes- Summer would come soon, the lad reasoned, tail lashing as he glared down at the particles. Thick fur lined his frame, pleasantly warm and yet his dislike for winter would never quite be lost; less the biting cold which held his hate and more the lack of prey- food. Hunger had been clawing viciously at his stomach the past few hours and he'd seen neither hair nor hide of anything to satisfy him; not even that of a scrawny hare.
No, summer would not come quick enough.
Mictlan frowned, long limbs pushing him up onto thick pads, cold orbs scanning over the landscape with a practised ease; though young he'd been travelling for half his life- literally. The sun would not set for another few hours, he had almost the full day to hunt but the lad felt far too tired to do so- legs aching from both cold and overuse, energy levels low from lack of food and overall feeling as though he could sleep for the next few weeks. But food. Food was needed for continued survival. Perhaps he could simply steal a morsel or two from a nearby pack? Yes, yes. Fun. Perhaps scare a few brats while he's at it. He'd chuckle- the lad would seek out a pack and await the cover of night before doing anything. Winter meant wolves often let down their guard, seeking warmth and rest instead of being alert as one should be. Perfect for Mictlan.
How you found the server: Feral Community \o/
Estimated activity level: Generally 7-9, I'm around pretty much all day on Discord but IG activity can be pretty spotty!
Availability: Basilisk#4390
Rp sample:
The sun rested high in the sky; the glow particularly warm and yet it did little to battle against the icy temperatures brought upon the land by Winter. Snow glistened upon the ground, glaringly bright and horribly uncomfortable on the eyes- Summer would come soon, the lad reasoned, tail lashing as he glared down at the particles. Thick fur lined his frame, pleasantly warm and yet his dislike for winter would never quite be lost; less the biting cold which held his hate and more the lack of prey- food. Hunger had been clawing viciously at his stomach the past few hours and he'd seen neither hair nor hide of anything to satisfy him; not even that of a scrawny hare.
No, summer would not come quick enough.
Mictlan frowned, long limbs pushing him up onto thick pads, cold orbs scanning over the landscape with a practised ease; though young he'd been travelling for half his life- literally. The sun would not set for another few hours, he had almost the full day to hunt but the lad felt far too tired to do so- legs aching from both cold and overuse, energy levels low from lack of food and overall feeling as though he could sleep for the next few weeks. But food. Food was needed for continued survival. Perhaps he could simply steal a morsel or two from a nearby pack? Yes, yes. Fun. Perhaps scare a few brats while he's at it. He'd chuckle- the lad would seek out a pack and await the cover of night before doing anything. Winter meant wolves often let down their guard, seeking warmth and rest instead of being alert as one should be. Perfect for Mictlan.
