P.S. I know the scrollbar is off center. I've fixed it over and over, won't stay
Song is: Walk through Hell, By: Say Anything
- Name: Raze (Chaos)
- Age: 5 years in human, Counted up in Wolf
- Gender:
Male
- Species:
Genetically Altered wolf
- Resides:Anywhere ...
- Traits: Caring, Intelligent, Cowardly at times, Silent.
- Markings: Dark purple front, black hind. Green right paw, black left. Black and White circle behind eyes. White chest and tail tip.
- Family: Sei
- Extras: Strength, smoke
- Frame: Muscular
- Height: 5'2
- Weight: 165lbs
- Currently: Wandering
A sweet, yet ghostlike smell hits your nose. It's something you love to smell, so clean and vibrant. But that extra little tinge… You wander closer, trying to find the source. Why would there be roses growing in this abandonded green house? The smell gets stronger, you're headed in the right direction. As you step through wilted vines and push aside dead branches, you find the source, at last. You freeze. The source is a cloud of purple smoke, almost like what you've imagined smog to look like. It leads to the mouth of a big, strange wolf. He's sitting with his back to you. /I knew exploring this thing was a stupid idea!/ you think, cursing yourself. The wolf's white tipped ears flick back at the noise you've made. He stands, and begins to slowly turn and come towards you. The muscles ripple under his pelt as he steps closer. Hello, there.
You feel your own muscles tense, should it lunge to attack. You heard it speak as well, which makes the situation even more unbelievable. You have no idea why you should care about it at the moment, but you take your eyes from his head to look at his fur. The front half of him is dark violet, the back seeming to melt into black. One paw green, one dark, and chest white as well at tail tip. What a sight you hear yourself say as he stops a few feet away, and shakes himself. A fresh cloud of the purple smoke streams from his nose and mouth, mixing with the oxygen already in the air. His ears flick foward, then back, then droop. You've nothing to fear from me. Humans aren't my pick when it comes to prey. He smiles slightly. Your surprised to see none of the smoke burst forth. Umm... pardon my intrusion... you say, remembering that wolves are territorial. Hmm? Intrusion? I was just wandering by here, and you stumbled upon me, is all. I've- He pauses, lets a large cloud of purple spurt from his mouth, and continues, I've no real home. The smell of roses again hits your nose. Is that smell, your... breath? He laughs, a good natured sound. Breath? Hmm... I wouldn't exactly call it that. He eyes a stone bench, covered with dead leaves. Going to it and raking them off with massive paws, he turns back to you. Come, chat for a bit. Maybe you'll prove your species not so dumb afterall! You feel somewhat insulted, but hesitate. His neon green eyes dance. If I wanted to eat you, I wouldv'e done so when you first entered this place. Looking around, you finally decide to take your chances and sit with the wolf. So, that haze, what is it then, if not breath? you ask, getting comfortable. I hope you've time for a good tale.
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The purple smoke that trails from my mouth isn't breath at all, it's actually the used up blood I need to discard. My anatomy has been tampered with, and when I was created, that was the result. Instead of a liquid running through my veins, it's the smoke. Of course, it's different colored. The usable, healthy streams are light purple, almost neon. The used is dark violet, which I emit. I haven't the slightest idea why it has the smell of roses, though. Whoever, or whatever, changed my gene structure must've had a sense of humor.
Now, say, If I were to be injured, cut, then the light purple haze would be lost instead of liquid blood. If I should die, I suppose I would shrivel instead of decay. The streams going through my muscles, organs, all that, would escape, and I would be nothing but a whitered mass of bones in maybe less then a day or two? Once I'm cut badly in a place, the stream will continue to leak. If I'm hurt mortally, my skin will deteriorate and crack, the fur will fall out, and the streams will leak out entirely. My skin will heal itself, though, like 'normal'.
Though it is bothersome to have to stop and let the extra blood out when I speak or just do anything in general, it has it's benefits. My body creates my blood faster than the normal liquid, and it can sustain my muscles and brain faster and better, always supplied with fresh blood. It cannot be recycled, though, and must be discarded when the nutrients are gone.
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I know that I wasn't naturally born. I know that something had a hand in my creation. I've heard stories from others that humans meddled with their makeup, and they were horribly disfigured or changed, so on, so forth. I'm not sure what it was that 'created' me. All I remember as a small pup was metal, and tools, all around me. Thinking about how I am now, I wouldn't be surprised if some rich human paid to have me created as a twisted pet of some sort. The worlds are vast, and there are always possibilites of anything, really.
I guess it is a blessing that I don't remember. If I were made in a lab, and kept in cold, liquid filled tanks, or in a cage, going insane with bordem, I wouldn't want those memories to begin with.
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Seikyia is really the only family I have right now. We found each other when we were both in terrible need of someone, anyone, to lean on. She is headstrong and stubborn, and has a big mouth, which often gets her into scraps or chased off. Lucky for her, she can fly now. I met her when those wings were nothing but a hinderance. But I must give her credit, she's grown a lot since that first day we met, hiding in an abandonded burrow, almost suffocating each other. She is my greatest concern, and will continue to be. I would risk my life to save hers.
Exilegy is a freak, to put it bluntly. He even has his own little world in which he can be a freak. He attacked my sister and I, and we both came close to death in his realm. Nothing but a souless monster, some higher being needs to do it's job and put him out of his misery. Should we cross paths again, I'm not sure what would happen. I've got a lot more hatred to fuel my muscles now than I did before. Hmph, mage wolves, always hiding behind their sparkling magic tricks.
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Love? Passion? Someone special?
Nice enough thoughts, I suppose. But when will I ever find anyone who will love me for who I am?
Admires
Plants, flowers
Lakes, rivers, streams
Quiet
Pacifists
Autumn
Despises
Noise
Barren places
Brawls
Heat
Sadness
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Reference Sheet
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Made for Me
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Layout, Background art, and everything you just went through except the adopteez for me and the song were created by Chelsey Leigh.
Sticky Paws will be chopped off.
Now, to have some fun. F.A.Q Time!
Answers are this color.
Questions are this color.
Will you draw something for me?
A: Hmm... If I think you've spent some time on your pets page, I have time, and it's within my abilities. (Wolf/Horse)
Give me some neopoints.
A: Give me $20
Can my pet and Raze Rp?
A: If his Rp is open. Check my profile.
Can I draw you som-
A: -YES! GIVE ME ART!
Can my pet and your pet be mates?
A: Umm, I dunno. :/
I saw someone's page with a picture off here, what should I do?
A: TELL ME! Please! I worked hard on this page, and theives are not appreciated!.
