Total - 01
Valsharen - 00
Khluryar - 00
Faern - 00
Sargtlin - 00
Neccasalmor - 00
Hithern - 00
Zanjur - 01
Kyorli - 00
Darlshei - 00
Valsharen - 00
Khluryar - 00
Faern - 00
Sargtlin - 00
Neccasalmor - 00
Hithern - 00
Zanjur - 01
Kyorli - 00
Darlshei - 00
Zanjur
Radioactive To the World Zanjur Mzil
Italic #6dad11
A nauseous look about him, it’s very hard to tell just by appearances how old this messenger is. He’s true to his rank’s size, a small, frail looking wolf with a noticeable lack of muscle definition. His pelt is a sooty gray, with a thin and jagged white line around his muzzle as his marking. Green-tinged gray soaks his underside and right ear. His right eye is bright, obnoxious green, while his left is a more normal amber color. Parts of his pelt on the right side has been stripped of his fur, in patches. The skin left barren to the world has a severe green cast to it, and glows eerily. In fact, his whole right side has this sickly green glow to him, though it's more pronounced on the bald spots. On his bad days, he’ll leave a green ick behind with every pawstep; and on these bad days his bonded will find it hard to stick around him, for just his aura gives off a sickly energy that causes most people to get headaches.
This Zanjur has lived a long life. He could tell stories for days, of the different Imperials he has operated under. He would be a great story teller, if not for his sour and angry lens he has over the world. He has been witness to many a betrayal, travesty, and straight vile behavior. He used to be so optimistic towards the world; truly, he believed in the good of wolves and people, that he would eventually find a pack not reduced to trickery and backstabbing. But after having his hopes dashed and his predictions proved wrong, he has given up on them. Disappointed with the world, he comes off now as the gruff, grumpy old man. He finds himself in the service of a humanoid now, though he’s sure this won’t be much better than his packs from before. Though this disillusioned messenger might be old, don’t mistake his acidic nature for weakness. He’s still just as fierce as before, if maybe just not as inspired.
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Italic #6dad11
A nauseous look about him, it’s very hard to tell just by appearances how old this messenger is. He’s true to his rank’s size, a small, frail looking wolf with a noticeable lack of muscle definition. His pelt is a sooty gray, with a thin and jagged white line around his muzzle as his marking. Green-tinged gray soaks his underside and right ear. His right eye is bright, obnoxious green, while his left is a more normal amber color. Parts of his pelt on the right side has been stripped of his fur, in patches. The skin left barren to the world has a severe green cast to it, and glows eerily. In fact, his whole right side has this sickly green glow to him, though it's more pronounced on the bald spots. On his bad days, he’ll leave a green ick behind with every pawstep; and on these bad days his bonded will find it hard to stick around him, for just his aura gives off a sickly energy that causes most people to get headaches.
This Zanjur has lived a long life. He could tell stories for days, of the different Imperials he has operated under. He would be a great story teller, if not for his sour and angry lens he has over the world. He has been witness to many a betrayal, travesty, and straight vile behavior. He used to be so optimistic towards the world; truly, he believed in the good of wolves and people, that he would eventually find a pack not reduced to trickery and backstabbing. But after having his hopes dashed and his predictions proved wrong, he has given up on them. Disappointed with the world, he comes off now as the gruff, grumpy old man. He finds himself in the service of a humanoid now, though he’s sure this won’t be much better than his packs from before. Though this disillusioned messenger might be old, don’t mistake his acidic nature for weakness. He’s still just as fierce as before, if maybe just not as inspired.
The Harvest Festival - Gats/Admin