leviathan; a wip

[absolution]

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{ name } leviathan
{ species } red fox
{ gender } reynard
{ age } one year and three months
{ loyalty } rustique, hunter
{ orientation } bisexual
{ power } none
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{ height } seventeen inches
{ weight } eighteen pounds
{ build } Levi is rather on the lanky side for his breed. however he has a robustness about him, with his compacted bones. despite his awkward tallness, due because of his extra length in limbs, he remains well supported. his graceful structure was built for a athlete. Lean muscles are well-hidden under his pelt. overall he has a agile frame with speed and endurance in every arch and angle, a true predator.
{ coat } his pelt conists of three main hues, black, white, gray. the base is a dull coal black, with silvery gray tints along his spine and face. His large ears and muzzle aren't touched with the silver, instead they stay the same unremarkable dark ebony. a plume with the color of the night for a tail, it has a pure white tip. the clean tint also appears on his chest and the fur on his right hingfoot. the length of his coat is shorter than one would appect, but it has a density to the fibers.
{ eyes } a warm, gentle brown. flecks of caramel and gold intwine themselves on the edges of his iris. the shades become darker, twisting into a chocolate hue, they grow increasenly into a black near his pupil. they are usually opened fully and contain a intelligent starkness with a fierce intensity. they capture whatever light and take the bold color even farther into a wildness.
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{ likes } hunting, the Rustique, living, cold weather, new experiances
{ dislikes } roution, disrepect, mushrooms, rainy days, feeling guilty
{ strengths } hunting, tracking, patient, honest
{ weaknesses } holds grudges, overprotective, merciful,
{ hopes } to known for his skill at hunting, to be the best he can become
{ fears } having an obsession with something, being left behind
{ habits } often overworks himself, takes too much time with descions
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{ parents } Reth, father and June, mother. Both are deceased
{ siblings } Lever, twin brother, deceased
{ lovers } none at the moment
{ kits } n/a
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{ name } absolution or solli, i'll even go by reason.
{ experience } intermidiate.. ish. around the length of two years
{ characters } none so far.
{ codeword } bunnies <3
{ roleplay example } a post off a dog rpg site.
it was raining. pouring buckets of millions of droplets, damping the fake field, the thunderstorm darkening the sky wtih its wrath. lighting flew across the sky, white sparks dazzling against the greyscape. the liquid didn't cease, reletless. the baseball diamond's pale lines were long gone, leaving just the dusty mound and stubborn weeds that popped up, clinging to life. the place of lethal silence, despite the constant thumping of water pounding on the earth, it gave a unwelcome feel. to think that this place was once filled with people, the crowd roaring at the teams below, eating their popcorn and slurping at their drinks, is almost impossible. nor could the english shepherd mutt picture such a site. he, the male, sat just beyond the reach of the wet, his ocean deep blue eyes patiently gazed at his surroundings. the brute was sitting underneath a nearly shreaded tarp, which gripped the metal bars that held it tendentily, it was a surprise that the whole thing didn't collpase on the mix. october was his name, and unusually, it seemed to suit him. however the place he took shelter beneath, didn't. odders gave the impression of being feral, wanting the wide open spaces that arched limitless, but here he was, waiting silently as the cold sprinkled down. his thoughts were many, his mind buzzing with activity, he wanted his ocean back. he wanted the feel the water slipping between his paws, the blueness lapping in deadly carasses, promising safety and danger at the same time. he wanted to race by the water, his paws exploding water in big splashes as he hit the waves, the sand being flung back by his speed. happiness flowed through him as he visioned the indigo ocean. once again he wondered what right mind he was in when he came here, how a city such as this had him wrapped around its cold finger. he recalled when he caught his first gleapse of the town, almost like it was yesterday. odders had been hunting, using his power of being unseen to his advangage. his presence unknown to everyone, expacianly the turkey only a few lengths away from him. he was in a thick forest, evergreen's needles dusted the ground, with the object of interest chuckling quietly before a overly sized tree. eyes of the deepest shade of blue, of course unseen, watched in dark stillness. the animal was trapped, however, it remained clueless from the danger. suddenly, with swiftness of lighting, obony had burst through his disguise, snapping the bird's neck with his killing blow of sharp canines. but a glint blinded him, and he leaped away, masking himself from being visible. however the threat was a small one, only the reflection of light of a large building. of course odders interest sparked slightly, and taking his prey he went to find out the source. but that was a week ago, and october was still searching for a his cause of being here. the rain thundered on, the storm seemed that it was going to stick around for a while. a sigh escaped his pressed lips, but he once more he set his optics of pure blue instensity on the outside of his new found shelter. the wind whisked around him, dancing only lightly. a frown formed in his features, as his stomach grumbled a warning. he lifted his crown to glare at the sky, it should be almost noon, for what he could tell, for the clouds blocked his view. puddles formed nearby, flooding the expansion with clearness, washing the grime and dirt. like a rock, he was still, grounded, rooted into the earth like a tree. and even as his agile frame sat in a pile of ruins, he looked like a lethal killing machine. his stillness disquieting. he couldn't remember what he was waiting for. but for now he was content with his place. perhaps the place would give him a welcoming gift.
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