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Character:<br /><br />Name: Dakar<br /><br />Species: He isn't sure; he had his memory erased. <br /><br />Personality: It is extremely hard to gain his trust, confident, feisty; always ready for a fight but he isn't a fight starter. He has his own brand of humor.<br /><br />Abilities: He can turn into a dog; looks like a normal dog but he is much much stronger. He can make his eyes glow red, but he doesn't know what it means yet.<br /><br />Appearance: His natural form is built like a dog but he is about 360lbs at his lightest, about the size of a medium sized horse.<br /> He has horns placed behind his ears that point towards the back of his body and curl at the end. They are thick for ramming and have a ringed look like a ram. A horn about 5 inches long on the end of his nose. <br /> His face actually looks friendly; but his horns and size are what make him intimidating.<br /><br /> And he has wings(he can fly), they are red with pieces missing. Rather demon like.<br /><br /><br />
History: He doesn't know; he had is memory erased and woke up in the middle of nowhere. He hasn't seen himself; and has no idea what he is.
Here is a picture for a body and color reference.(hes basically a demon version of my dog; who you can see more pictures of on my main account)
This is his dog form.
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(( Here is just a little bit of info about Quarantine C: Also, I aplogize for my grammar, is not the best at all. :C))<br /><br />Name: Quarantine<br /><br />Species: Hellhound<br /><br />Height/Weight: The same height/weight as a average draft horse such as a Clydesdale<br /><br />Personality: When you think of hellhounds you usually think of crazy blood thirsty monsters who do nothing but start chaos. Quarantine, though having a few 'devilish' habits such as making a mess of his dinner and enjoying the taste of blood, is by no means a monster. He is rather smart and quick tongued with tad bit of a lazy streak. He loves conversation and spending time simply exploring. He can, if you push him the wrong way however, have a bit of a temper and like any other hellhound, he can be very dangerous, even life threatening. He doesn't take it all to his head and gloat about how big or strong he is. He despises anyone who is like that. <br /><br />History: He would tell you its nothing special but in fact its very heartbreaking and emotional. Something such as this will only be spoken to others who gain his up-most trust.<br /><br />Appearance: I dont know if this link will work but-<br /><br /><a href=http://s126.photobucket.com/albums/p86/whitefang4412/?action=view¤t=quarantine-1.jpg rel=nofollow>CLICK</a>
The blistering winds that twisted and snapped at the hellhound's fur did nothing of the sort. This mighty beast was quite used to the bone chilling weather and rather enjoyed it. His spiked like mane whipped in the blizzards breeze while he sat and turned his massive skull, depicting in which direction he should go.
He had no place particular to head to but with his stomach roaring just and loud as he, it was certain that his hunger was in need of taming. In the white blanket of snow, seeing his huge and black coated frame was easy to notice. Even the blindest creature in the most horrid storm could see him miles away. Did this frighten old Quarantine? Oh heavens no.
For there was no creature in his neck of the woods that would dare challenge him and all that did never lived to tell the tale. This did not mean a hellhound such as him was 'crazy' and 'blood thirsty'. Quite the contrary! Look at him now, mind deep in thought. His stomach awoken him from is mid day dreams by giving him a painful kick of starvation.
Chuckling slightly, Quarantine headed north. It took him only moments to spot a golden figure shivering in the cold. Tilting his large head, his long legs began to slowly carry him towards the mysterious creature.
Killer stretched his long powerful neck over the cliff and looked down.<br /> He finally heard a reply.<br /><br />“Hello?†The voice was confident, and strong; <br /><br />Killer squinted; this snow was blinding and he was not used to it. He lived in a land that was always sunny. <br /><br />“I’m apologize if I’ve entered your territory, but I wondered if there was anywhere I could rest?†He was barley able to make out a yellow figure against the mountain's surface.<br /><br /> "This territory does not belong to me; you are free to join me on this ledge. It may not be much but our body heat will help somewhat." He wasn't expecting this new stranger to accept his offer. At this point Killer wasn't worried about any threats; and if it was a real threat he would of been attacked by now.<br /> <br /> Suddenly he remembered; he heard the faint sound of footsteps shortly after he spoke. They were off in the distance, but he decided to leave whatever owned those feet alone.<br /><br /><br />(Out of Character: I love your descriptions! I am writing a book; so I've been trying to pick up on little things that would improve it.)<br />
A firm voice caught Rhea's attention, her head snapping up and blinking hard against the snow blowing into her vision. She had tried to position herself out of the majority of the blizzard's wrath, but there was only so much one could do...<br /><br />Clacking her beak together a couple more times, she ventured closer still upon hearing what she assumed to be the canine's reply. Her small, round ears perking forward, she called out in a slightly raspy voice.<br />"This is the territory of many, but unless you are bird or feline, it's none of my concern."<br /><br />Perching, finally, on a crag of rock, under the slight shelter of a leaning pine, she seemed to be as satisfied with her chances there as any. Rhea was wary, but you know what they say about curiosity and cats...and crows are worse by tenfold.
Blade swivelled his head back along the length of the cliff, was that the sound of a bird he had just heard? Or the distant sound of a dislodged rock under someone’s paw? Unconsciously he took a step back and let out a small whine as uncertainty entered his mind. Perhaps it hadn’t been so smart to announce himself like that, he didn’t know <i>what</i> lived in a place like this after all. Ok… so he didn’t want to get eaten by some creature for sleeping in the wrong cave, but he didn’t want to attract their attention unnecessarily either… <br /><br />Briefly he considered running, although he knew there was no where to run to, and that if there truly was something foreboding out there, it would easily out pace his exhausted body within its own territory. No, he had made his choice, and now he had to face whatever it brought. A voice from above made him look up again, breaking his train of thought. The strong un-menacing voice sounded almost comforting in the frozen land, but it was no time to let his guard down. The storm seemed to beginning to die down a bit now, or perhaps had just changed direction, the cliff edge now blocking some of its effects. Either way, the visibility was starting to improve, and the dark shapes looming out of the white, were beginning to gain more definition, though still not enough to see by. He tilted his head, trying to see past the snow, to see who has just called out, and thought he saw some vague shape moving somewhere above him. He had no choice but to reply.<br /><br />“Hello?†He replied, his voice was strong and confident, and didn’t betray any of his doubts.<br />“I’m apologise if I’ve entered your territory, but I wondered if there was anywhere I could rest?â€<br /><br />It seemed like the best thing to say, if this was the territory holder, then perhaps he wouldn’t mind so much if Blade made it clear that he was just passing though.
Shortly after landing Killer heard a noise, at first it was unknown to him. Then he remembered a similar sound when he flew over a village, a dog had barked at him. What would one be doing in the mountains?<br /> Carefully, he turned his muscular body around on the tiny ledge and peered over. <br /> "Hello?" he spoke in a non-challenging but strong voice.
The somewhat familiar sound of a canine's bark snapped Rhea awake in an instant. Despite the sound itself being well-known to her, she could not place its owner, and that meant it was time for investigation. Standing and shaking out her shaggy coat, the large creature's huge paws made little sound as she paced quickly and quietly to the front of the cavern she'd taken shelter in for the night. Little more than a niche in the side of the cliff, really, but it was more than ample for her needs.<br /><br />Pausing at the mouth of her temporary abode, she clacked her beak a couple of times, small ears swiveling here and there. The gryphon was an odd sight: a mixture of elegant power and comical curiosity. Her rear half was spotted and mottled like the snow leopards who also inhabited this area, but the front...was not quite as mystically impressive. The inquisitive head of a crow turned this way and that, tilting almost exaggeratedly to the side as she searched the near-white conditions for any sign of the possible intruder. She had forelimbs and talons to complete the odd, mottled mix, but lacked the wings most other gryphons sported. She was made for climbing and ground-hunting, not flying.<br /><br /><i>Nothing for it but to go and see, then</i>, she mused with a quiet rasp under her breath. Squinting her green-gray eyes against the harsh wind, she hopped down, from precarious perch to icy precipice, in search of...well, whomever it was she was in search of.
Blade hugged the side of the cliff face as he looked for a crack or inlay that would prove him shelter, when a huge gust from the landing dragon forced a large layer of snow off the ledge above him. It landed on top of him with a soft thump and almost completely covered him, but it wasn’t too hard to free himself from it. Blade shook his coat as he pulled himself out and sneezed as some of the snow went up his nose. He would have thought nothing more of it, but was that just a whiff of a sent on the air? He sniffed the snow more carefully for a clue then lifted his head in the direction of where it had come. The falling snow still made it too hard to see anything but the dim looming outline of the cliff and he considered whether it would wise to announce his presence to a potential unseen foe. In the end the cold in body decided for him, and he curiously barked out to the cliff before listening for an answer.
Killer had been flying for what felt like several days; he's tired and he hasn't eaten. His eye's surveyed the ground for a spot to land. He spotted a ledge; he tucked in his wings and rocketed down. He opened his wings just in time to land softly on the hard stone. His wings were hot, his muscles had been working strongly; longer than they are used to. But he had to get away from that horrible place.