BJORN

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BJORN

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[/b] Bjorn.
nicknames: None.
age: Five.
breed: Belgian Shepherd.
gender: Male.
pack or loner?: Pack.
if pack, which pack?: Evaristus.

alias: JOKER.
age: Sixteen.
timezone: Mountain/Arizona.
read the rules: doggone.
roleplay sample:
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The sun was just beginning to set.

Which meant it was between five and six for the damsel and this was the time when she could leave. Mingle among the new wolves of the territory. Along with Itho, Devika reigned a familiar face among the treacherous mountainside. In fact, the healeress loved meeting new people, even if they were more than hostile in their mannerisms. Her body stretched out; rump being thrust into the air the air as forelimbs stretched out in front of her, toes digging into the manuable dirt as head turned to glance upon the three bundles of complete joy that lingered in her den. Of course around Tor she had to be adequately hardened, but that didn't lessen the compassion for her offspring. Where she had to wear a facade of anger and madness out there, she could relish in the happiness of family inside her own quarters.

But she had to hunt.

Stretching through the hide that covered her den entry way, Devika took a moment to stop and absorb the last rays of sunshine. it enveloped her bodice, wrapping her in its warmth as a sigh escaped her jowls. Today was a good day, and even if she was sore with every movement that came through her bodice, she needed nutrients so she could feed her pups. So bounding off the small ledge, that was placed before her home Devika began winding her way down the mountainside. Her head down, snaking so she could keep her balance and to make sure she didn't go plummeting down to base where she would lie crumpled and dead. Where at one point in her life she would have been terrified to walk down the steppes of her home land, nothing phased her, she had truly been hardened from her years in tor.

But as she neared the borders.

She registered voices. One familiar - or somewhat - and one not. A cologne entered her nostrils first, pungent and musky like the way it should be, and not like itho's but someone much different. It was Bat, a new member to the tor tribe and a hard working one. Someone else she had to hunt for, but she wasn't complaining all that much. Her being a mother had toughened her a bit, she felt more protective, fiercer in a manner. Though the other one was feminine, and unknown completely to her. Devika changed direction, her paws crossing over one another as she gracefully meandered into sight of the two. Auburn coat shined, green eyes scanning the two as an nearly malicious smile crossed her dainty features."Well hello there, Bat, a newcomer I see." An eyebrow ticked up, just another white rouge female with an attitude problem. Her bushy tail wavered at her hocks as she scanned Treason up and down with a platonic look. "Well, welcome to Tor."

Welcome to hell, bitch.

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[/b] Inevitably quiet is one manner onto which you can describe the boy. He's not one for words, his speech only coming when absolutely needed and not a second before. But behind the subtle muteness of the lad is an intellectual mind and calculating nature. He's intelligent, some would even venture to say he could be brilliant. His sagacity acquired merely by observation and a keen ability to withhold information. Friendly enough in an encounter, his kindness rarely extends beyond courteous greetings and forced meetings. Bubbling underneath the otherwise calm surface is a volatile temper accompanied with the sharp tongue of a serpent.
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