* erebus peitho

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[atrb=background,http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa412/INTRUDERgallery/erebusbackground1.png] FULL NAME. Erebus Peitho. NICKNAMES. ... AGE. Six years. BREED. Belgian Malinois. GENDER. Female. PACK OR LONER? Loner. IF PACK, WHICH PACK? None at the moment. ALIAS. * Panda Bear. AGE. Sixteen. TIMEZONE. Eastern Standard. READ THE RULES. doggone. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE. Erebus Peitho had long since worked on her patience level, having to deal with Aertos' cynical sarcasm and awkward silences had taught her a lot about dealing with a variant number of individuals. So it was a simple matter of curiosity that made her turn further back to Siberia, strange grey eyes sparking her interest as her wide golden ears turned backward, wariness halving itself in her mind. The wolf seemed almost.. horrified. Or, rather, disgusted. And obviously it was not something that Erebus had said, or even anything she had seen. No, this wolf was obviously stuck in some kind of memory, her eyes staring blankly ahead and her tail falling loosely behind her. It was almost like seeing someone suddenly fall unconscious, without the falling part. Simply.. standing unconsciously, their expression blank and staring, their entire demeanor causing weariness. Erebus shifted her weight warily, gaze flickering all around them for a moment, noting the smallest of details (like, say, the bluejay that was glaring at her from fifty feet away, its feet planted firmly in the nest it had wedged in a windowsill) as she wondered what Siberia was thinking. Erebus herself was battling touching the fea, to see if she was alright, and to wake her from her daydream. Then again, if the memory was so terrible as to be scaring the female, maybe it was best to keep distance. Lord knows if Erebus was snapped at it would be a battle to the death, no matter intentionality or not. The Malinois pondered for a moment longer before releasing a soft, authoritative bark that shook deep in her chest. Erebus felt a slight inkling toward smugness as she remembered that wolves were not capable of barking. Siberia did not react, and Erebus let out a hum of displeasure as she debated for a split second before turning the way she had been headed, and began to walk along. She swished her tail, a happy sort of skip in her trotting stride, her small paws pattering cutely against the pavement. She huffed unsympathetically, tongue lolling across her teeth as she panted slightly from the heat. The sun really was beginning to beat down across her shoulders.. She wondered if the Keep was this hot this time of day. Maybe Aertos had found a good tree to use as shade whenever summe- Oh. Erebus paused, glancing back at the sharp exclamation from the wolf. So, she was indeed coming. Interesting. Her trot was fluid and effortless, her claws clipping the cement quietly but audibly with each step. Her paw-pads made not a pound as Siberia's thicker ones did, but rather pattered ever so delicately against the black surface. Her small toes and compact feet were dainty, almost fragile looking as she stepped with determination and instinctive draw. Her legs were long and lean with muscle, adding on to the dainty and very feminine look. Her chest was deep and her stomach concave, her shoulders lean and her haunches muscular. Her tail was long and her head was small, her nose elegantly pointed. Her stride was poised, regal in the way she held her tail and head high, in the strong set of her shoulders. Her every movement was sensual and somehow seductive, she somehow managed to be fluid even in stillness. That was simply how she was built. That was Erebus Peitho. Of course, these thoughts only came to mind because Erebus was highly aware of Siberia's scrutiny. Erebus could not help the small smirk that marred her black lips. Siberia's train of thought seemed oddly.. off. She talked a lot, yes, this was obvious. And she was very spontaneous when it came to what exactly was going to come out of her mouth. It was random, no thought before speaking, simply whatever came to mind. Erebus wondered just where this wolf had learned the habit, who she had picked it up from. She could not see a male being so careless with his words, and a mother would have tried to teach her spawn better. Unless she knew not better herself. Oh, such a pity these generations were facing. Erebus simply let out an unintelligible assent, honestly not knowing how to respond to Siberia's words. Her name was normal enough to her. She wondered vaguely how Siberia would react to Chryses Aertos' name. The thought brought another faint smile to her lips. Oh, and she was smiling so often today! Maybe it was amusement, or the strange trill of adrenaline in her blood at the very thought of being away from the Angel's Keep so soon to the claim. Either way, she was somewhat glad she had found Siberia's company today, even with her being a wolf. She knew Aertos would come around eventually, and cringed almost physically at the knowledge of how he would react. But she could understand his absolute hatred. Wolves had torn him apart more than once, twice by his own hide, once by that of his own family. His entire family.. And his smallest. His lovely little Dmitry Vie. He talked of her a lot. The pain had lessened, but she could still see it. She knew him well enough to know he wanted to share his Dmitry Vie with someone no, scratch that, with Erebus herself. Only with her. And Erebus would listen. And eventually she herself had fallen in love with the imagination of Dmitry Vie, with the visual of the little sprite skipping around behind her father, nipping at his heels and yapping happily at her mother. The thought twinged Erebus' heart, making her think of her own Eros. She thought of him rarely, but hoped him the best either way. He was grown now, though. He had not died an early and horrible death. Siberia was beginning to annoy her a slight bit with her loud-mouth tendencies. After spending so much time with a silent companion, it seemed almost wrong to be around someone quite so talkative. It was an irritant, the alto voice grating hard on her eardrums as she tried in vain to focus on the task at hand. Not only was finding food in the decrepit city difficult, but with such a loud companion, it was almost impossible. Erebus spoke, if only to shut the younger female up. "My brother has recently renewed his status as King of the Angel’s Keep off in Pandora Plains. I am merely exploring. And trust me, young one, you will not be lost with me," she murmured hoping her voice would hint for Siberia to quiet down. Already Erebus had spotted the elk, but their leader, a strong battle-scarred hulk of a male, was peering at them restlessly, not daring to take his eyes off them. No, they would not be hunting elk this day. As soon as either of the predators even took a single step towards the band of males, they would turn and bolt, no hesitation in their leader’s war cry. Erebus sighed internally, shaking her head softly at Siberia’s show of interest. The Malinois noted the wolf’s hunting form, though, and felt an odd surge of pride, or an egotistical stroke of smugness. "No," she said sharply to Siberia, slightly irritated that the wolf had ruined the perfect chance for her favorite food. "See him there? The leader. He heard you a long while ago, little Siberia. They will be on their way the moment we turn out full attention on them, let alone make a move to eat one." Her short giggle was lacking true humor, and she turned herself away from the elk, eyes intent on something less appetizing, but food at least. A small group of crows – small only compared to their huge flock she had seen earlier – was picking vigorously at a small carcass, probably a raccoon or some alike vermin. Erebus paused, glancing at Siberia to be still, and the Malinois licked her lips in anticipation as she skirted a red car and lurked around its corner to glare at the birds. Bird had never been her favorite, though quail was quite appetizing, but when food was scarce.. Well, you did what you had to. Her leap was fluid and perfectly timed as the crows let out a wild shriek, taking to the skies at the mere sight of her barreling toward them. Her run had been swift and fluid, and her jump held a sort of grace as she twisted artfully in the air, teeth clamping hard on a large bird’s neck, light-weight bones breaking with a sharp crack. But she was not through. As she began to fall back toward ground, she turned quickly to another bird, dropping the already dead one, and latched onto the other. More bones broke, their hollow strength nothing compared to her supreme jaw muscles. Erebus plummeted to earth, breaking her impact with bent knees as she glanced up at the still screeching birds, a particularly large crow dangling from her jaws. She spared a chuckle deep in her throat before turning to Siberia. "Stealth, speed and superior strength," Erebus said, repeating something her father had long since taught her. She dropped the larger bird at Siberia’s paws, turning to retrieve her own bird. She then settled herself on the sidewalk, resting the bird between her two out-stretched fore-legs. She began to slowly and delicately pluck the feathers from the birds breast, spitting them into the wind and basking in the pride of her catch and the blazing warmth of the sunlight with a wolf not two feet from her. Erebus Peitho was somehow content. PERSONALITY. As far as individualism goes, she does not have it. Nothing particularly outlandish, nothing no one has thought of or heard of before. Claiming to be an ultimate fighter or the most beautiful in the world is not her style, not at all. She has enough confidence to believe herself pretty, but gives credit to her mother for that accomplishment. She knows she is fast, but figures her father's genetics is the cause. She figures she is strong compared to some, but knows many are able to overpower her easily. She knows she's not the best, but loves to believe she is not the worst. Somewhat skittish, Erebus Peitho never was the attention-getter of her siblings, never the best at making conversation. She was the one with the blunt questions and comments, not caring if they hurt feelings. "If you don't like what I have to say, don't ask for my opinion." this application was made by erin say what?! of CAUTION!. do not remove this credit.

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