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Sat Oct 11, 2008, 11:44 PM
OLD ACCOUNT. Try Psychoticpoetry, pls

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Octavius Desc

Mon Jan 14, 2008, 8:40 PM
Birthname: Octavius
Alias:
*Formal: Augustus
*Informal: Oct
Age: 4
Court: N/A
Mate: N/A
Spawn: N/A
Pack: MortalCry
Rank: Alpha
Quote from the Public: "He is one hell of a leader."

Personality:
*Wise old Octavius. He is always roaming the lands trying to understand more about his surroundings. His keen insight sheds light on those who are willing to listen. His listening skills are doubled over the course of his time. Although he remains as a peace keeper, he fights well and is the ultimate leader. Fighting is unexceptable unless needed in self defense or challenged for his rank or territory.

History:
*WIP

Colorings:
*Back: Navy
*Base Fur: Flat black
*Markings: Blue
*Bangs: Blue
*Paws: Navy
**Notes of Colorings:
Blue/Navy markings give a sort of neon affect.

Posture:
Comfortable and healthy
**Notes on his posture:
He walks and crouches very cat like.

Physical Advantages:
Speed ***
Stealth ****
Strength ****
Stamina ***
J. Power **

Mental Advantages:
Intelligence *****
Quickness ***
Decievery *
Common S. *****


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FYI for those picky dumbarses... Decievery may or may not be a word. But it's a word in my world! <:

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HAHAHAHHAHAHAH

Sun Jan 13, 2008, 6:41 PM
hgdhjkhgjkhgdomfg Hellz drew me Shady - dawg with moocow hair!<3

Anyways -- I got punched in duh face <:

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Left to die...?

Sat Jan 12, 2008, 11:43 AM
"We have doomed the Wolf not for what it is, but for what we have deliberately and mistakenly perceived it to be.. the mythologized epitome of a savage, ruthless killer.. which is, in reality no more than a reflexed image of ourself."
Farely Mowat


It has been a well known fact, hidden from human eyes. But every other animal and living thing has known. We humans, will kill what we do not understand. Something that we think can outrun us on the scale of dominance. We think we are the top animals, ruler of the world. Our tech was fabled to malfunction.

During the year 2018 there was a fatal accident with all the nuclear weaponary. It destroyed most of us -- When they malfunctioned and were set off. It also destroyed our brethren, the animals that are our neighbors. It is now 2019, the closing of spring to be exact. For as long as I can see, there is sixteen people. All grouped up. One gun. Crossing into the American border was strictly forbidden. Something evil lurked there. Thought we weren't quite sure what it was.
"Hey idiot! Wake up before I shoot you're knees out!" Nat shouted at everyone. "Ray grab a spear or gun and -- Do what you do best."

"You're not the leader Nat. Don't tell me what to do." I protested. Grabbing my gun I aimed it at him. "I could kill you now... and everything would be better."

"Ray Fraser! You put the weapon down now! Because you aren't the leader either. I am." Kim said, snatching the gun. "You aren't going to kill anyone. You are going to be a good boy and find some animal -- Kill it." She finally added. Frowning I grabbed the gun back.

"You swore to protect us you son of a bi --!" Someone stated.

"Shut up. I don't feel like it anymore." Was my reply. I looked back, seeing only dismay on those who cared about me. Not Kim -- She looked angry. "I am the only one with a gun, the only one with any REAL keen insight of the world."

"Why you little shit! How could you say that? How could you? I am smart! I am!" Kim growled, face seemingly red. Ha! Smart? Unlikely. "You -- Leave! Go cross the border to America! Go out there and DIE."

A slight gasp of fourteen other people. Nat looked between both of us. Looking at each face and walked to my side. "If Ray goes -- I guess I'm going with him." That was what decided everyone else's choice. Poor raging Kim wasn't the leader. "Lets go hunting Ray." Nat began to walk.

It was only hours later I saw the same wirey plant for the hundreth time. "Uhhh Nat -- Doesn't that plant look like the same one we passed hours ago to you?" Anna questioned quietly. "I mean c'mon!"

"Shh! There is something ahead!" Nat whispered hoarsely, snatching my gun and aiming. It was then that I noticed something. Staring at it for a short while -- Looking back to Nat, minding my own business. My neck snapped back to the crumbled flag pole on the ground. Stars -- Blue... White... Red...!

"Nat! No! No! The -- We crossed the border! Everyone has to go now!" I began to panic. To late. A shot was fired and Nat was running off towards where a body had dropped. "Everyone... Start heading back. Now!" The fourteen other people squinted. "Oh sh -- Nat! Behind you! Turn around! Fuck you bastard! TURN AROUND!"

"What?! ------- Why?" Nat whirled around, face to face with some ugly monster. We weren't sure what it was, but it's back had long spikey spines. It was hunched over on four legs. It had seemingly suffered hair loss, and patches of red and pale yellow marked it. Dirt, dust, and maybe nuclear plasma crested the ugly animal. Blood curdling scream filled the air. Cries for help, pleas to live.

"Run!"

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Tada! It's not editted or anything yet! <:

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Shadeshift

Tue Dec 18, 2007, 7:53 AM
For those who believe Shadeshift is like Rayton, then you better think about that a few more times. Don't be stupid! He is PROUD to be Sunrush's kid....! He also gains intelligence, unlike his sister Ophe (:

And in other news.... stfu

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