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WILD THING :: open, climbing + sunrise
« on: February 07, 2018, 01:53:57 PM »
A gasp followed by several pitiful, childlike shrieks were heard beyond the canine's resting place, and his eyelids flickered open to reveal, indeed, a child, a kitten, with its jaws parted. Jesus. The wolf rose to his paws and hesitantly made his way over to the young domestic feline. "What's wrong, kid?" Upon closer inspection, he could notice the distinct heterochromia in the kit's eyes—dark blue and lime green—as well as her dark red, not salmon pink, tongue. Either a mutated creature or just some strange genetics, he wasn't sure.

Instead of responding to his inquiry, the kitten froze, only to loudly screech as loud as her lungs permitted, backing away from the much larger canine. He could only assume this was because of his outlandish appearance. Yeah, ooh, I'm a cyborg. I'll crack your skull open and eat your brains for breakfast. This reaction was not uncommon among younger animals, he noted, but he was fairly patient with children. He was unfazed by her outburst, and he attempted to maintain his composure with the child. "Easy, kiddo, I won't hurt ya," he remarked softly, raising a forepaw. "What's the problem?"

The kitten paused and shook her brown pelt before speaking. "I was playing with this shiny, pretty thing and then I threw it and it disappeared! I think it's hiding up there." She pointed at the rocky ledge just above the camp with her muzzle, and Zjarr followed her gaze.

Seriously? All that noise over a stupid shiny plaything? He was losing sleep over that? "Well, why don'tcha see if there's somethin' else to play with? I'm sure there's plenty other pretty, shiny things in the camp you can find." Young kids like these had the attention span of squirrels, and he figured that she'd be entertained by an acorn and would lose interest in whatever toy she had earlier.

"No, mister! You don't understand! It was my shiny thing, mine!" the young feline screamed hysterically, and she looked just about ready to break down to tears. "Please, mister. Please help me find my shiny thing! I don't want it to run away from me..."

"Shh...alright, alright, fine! Just...tone it down a bit, will ya?" Zjarr barked with a loud huff. "I'll find it, just keep it down." Whatever kept this kid quiet. The russet canine stepped towards the side of the ledge and examined it carefully, looking for any cracks that he could use to make his way onto it. His hues landed on a collection of stones and openings that lead up to the ledge, and he padded towards it.

Carefully he secured his forepaws onto the stone, his natural hind legs pushing him upward and clinging onto the cracks below. Cautiously he made his way upward, his hind legs occasionally slipping and forcing him to scramble on the unsecured rocks for a solid grip. It wasn't a high climb nor quite challenging, but a steep one. That, and climbing was not his strong suit. Finally he gave himself a great heave and shoved himself onto the ledge, then rising to his paws once more.

A glimmer of light was reflected from amid the rock, and Zjarr tore the object out to reveal something like a ring. How it was thrown that high up and lodged into the stones by a kitten, he had no clue. The canine grabbed hold of the accessory and leaned over the ledge, expecting to see the young feline waiting for him to come back. Instead, he saw her on the other side of the camp, playing with...a ball of moss. Goddamn it! You've got to be kiddin' me. Bitter at wasting his time, he tossed the ring off the ledge and groaned softly before he looked upward at the horizon.

What he saw was...beautiful, to say the least. The sky was painted with brilliant reds and oranges and yellows, even some purple-like shades. The moon began to fade away, and he could witness the eastern glow that signaled the waking of the sun. Since he had been dropped into this world, he had never watched a sunrise. And now he got a chance to, and it was truly spectacular. Alas, he was beyond exhausted from his previous days of scouting and hunting, and he found himself laying down and resting his massive cranium upon his metallic paws, which didn't feel all too cold to the touch anymore.
Spoiler: tags :: updated 01/21 • show
basics.
✯ Zjarr Ignibus // formerly known as Flamewhisker or Heatwave
✯ male // masculine
✯ age frozen, adult // mentally 65 months // spiritually unknown
✯ no rank // ex-leader of the late ThunderClan
✯ no titles // gay redneck™
✯ played since 2012
✯ formerly in the FeralFront universe
✯ recovering memories of past, slow to recognize old friends from past life
✯ demon, stole physical form from a mortal // doesn't act upon demonic lust
✯ former alcoholic, rehabilitated
✯ can speak German and Latin
✯ often fights with a sword (affectionately calls Ignibus Blade)

appearance.
✯ cyborg wolf [ref]
✯ russet pelt with cream hind legs, underbelly and chest
✯ brown right eye (natural), red left eye (artificial)
✯ prosthetic front legs; left side of face; back/spine — attempt to slow any effects of radiation
✯ may occasionally wear a military cap
✯ nicked left ear
✯ American accent, drawled

relationships.
✯ no best friend
✯ no apprentice
✯ [G1] NPC x NPC
✯ biromantic // bisexual
✯ single // no crush
✯ 1 child—0 blood, 1 adopted (many children on FF)
   butterflykisses i.

interaction.
storage // plot
✯ physically hard // mentally difficult // possession
✯ attack in #f24b00
— SOUL RADIATION IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
LOVE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIRE FIGHT
zjarr ignibus / wnr / cyborg gray wolf / ex-thunderclan leader

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Re: WILD THING :: open, climbing + sunrise
« Reply #1 on: February 09, 2018, 07:59:20 PM »
  Unlike with Zjarr, climbing had become one of the few skills that she could actually perform semi-decently. After living on a mountain for almost eight months, she had learned to pick out ledges and footholds with just a brief glance- and even though she could no longer manipulate gravity, she could still rely on just the limbs she had. (Much as she internally complained about having hooves instead of claws, hooves were much better for gripping stone.) The ability had served her well thus far, and would likely continue to do so at least until it came time to leave Whiteridge behind.

  Hearing a small crunch of snow behind her, Seija turned and glanced at the ground. There, buried in the snow, was a ring- the real question was how it had gotten there, as it couldn’t have just fallen out of the sky. Lifting her head, she looked up at the ledge above, then walked over to the rocks and carefully climbed up the slope, taking care to test each foothold before putting her weight on it.

  At the top, pulling herself onto the ledge, the mutated canine eyed the rock’s other occupant. This was Zjarr, if she recalled correctly- one of those going with Task Force 141, and one who had wished her luck in her newfound mission. He seemed a decent individual, if not one she knew much about. ”Found a ring under the cliff,” she remarked lowly, drawing a few feet closer, but still maintaining her distance. ”You missing one?” She hadn’t seen him with a ring at any point, but it could still be a prized possession of his, just one that he didn’t carry around- much like she didn’t carry the record books around.

  /not even sure with this post
Spoiler: tags (6/10/18) • show

• Seija Kijin
 • previously went by Phonymillenial (FF!Exiles) and Sunshinevision (FF!Cartel) for the purposes of spying
• currently the leader-ish figure of the Order of Eternal Legacies
 • former Kaiser of LithiumClan
• female
• Xeryus Caliber-Mayella x NPC
• thirty-four months old physically, thirty-seven months old mentally, several hundred years old spiritually
• Utonagan dog with green eyes- left side is mostly covered in white sheep's wool, has ram's horns on the sides of her head, and has hooves instead of paws
 • right side has grown back some black fur, but second-degree burn scars are still visible in some areas (specifically on the facial area, the neck, the shoulder, and the front leg)
 • formerly a bicolor domestic feline with green eyes and two small horns
• powers:
 • telepathy (proficient in, hasn't mastered)
 • "gravity manipulation" (air manipulation) (proficient in, hasn't mastered)
 • weapon conjuration (proficient in, hasn't mastered)
• current physical health: 90%
 • somewhat malnourished, but otherwise in a normal physical state
• current mental health: 75%
 • has found a reason to live, specifically through furthering the Order's goals of protecting weaker groups
 • suffering from bipolar I disorder, currently in a normal state
• overall physical difficulty: 8/10
• overall mental difficulty: 8/10
• currently in the possession of three notebooks, written by herself, that detail LithiumClan's history and members
• single
 • not looking, has too many bad experiences
• migrated from the Feralfront universe
• somewhat inspired by (and named after) the stage 5 boss from Touhou 14: Double Dealing Character
• @Seija K. to attack/if otherwise needed
 • non-offensive actions can be powerplayed (though be warned that she may or may not respond well)
• PM this account to plot



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Offline zjarr.

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Re: WILD THING :: open, climbing + sunrise
« Reply #2 on: February 10, 2018, 07:53:38 AM »
"Found a ring under the cliff. You missing one?" The looming russet wolf's ears twitched at the statement, and he replied, "Keep it if you'd like. Don't mind how ya make use of it." He didn't really care about the ring—he wasn't one to overly accessorize. The only prized possessions he owned were his military cap and his sword, a precious Ignibus family heirloom. It was just the fact that he wasted his time trying to retrieve it for some absentminded, bratty child that lingered in his mind. No, he didn't dislike children at all; if he did, he wouldn't have had his own. Some were more obedient and logical, others were plain annoying and spoiled rotten. That was just how kids were, and that wasn't exactly something he could change if he wasn't their parent or guardian. Only deal with.

Zjarr lifted his head from his prosthetic forepaws and turned himself completely to reveal the mutated form of Seija, a survivor he had seen around quite a lot. Actively escorting newcomers and introducing them to their makeshift camp upon Whiteridge Range. A prospecting leader as many were, but one with a goal that spoke to him. Yet another creature with that aura of familiarity, though he knew for a fact that he didn't directly interact with her at any point, in any past, prior to the mountain group. But she felt so like him, from his world. That was close enough. He was more than grateful to have acquaintances around him amidst a sea of reserved strangers. Truly, aside from Seija, most of the time the only other people he saw making an effort to interact with other survivors were perhaps Pixel and Quietus. Those two were also looking to found their own factions as well. The cyborg canine's goal here was not to depart from the group as a dominant; his primary tasks were survival beyond the camp, duty to Taskforce 141 and the safety of his family. And once those three personal achievements were met, only then would he decide whether or not he craved the taste of power once more, to rule a group as he ruled over the late ThunderClan.

"Faring well, I assume?" Rather than stay staring awkwardly, he figured that saying something would suffice. Alas, he was not a fan of small talk, especially a simple "how are you" when there was literally radiation contaminating the soil just beyond their temporary home. How could you fare in these testing times? He couldn't imagine anyone who liked their situation—but surely there were some who did.
Spoiler: tags :: updated 01/21 • show
basics.
✯ Zjarr Ignibus // "Heatwave"
✯ male // masculine
✯ age frozen, adult // mentally 65 months // spiritually unknown
✯ no rank // ex-leader of the late ThunderClan
✯ no titles // gay redneck™
✯ played since 2012
✯ formerly in the FeralFront universe
✯ recovering memories of past, slow to recognize old friends from past life
✯ demon, stole physical form from a mortal // doesn't act upon demonic lust
✯ former alcoholic, rehabilitated
✯ can speak German and Latin
✯ often fights with a sword (affectionately calls Ignibus Blade)

appearance.
✯ cyborg wolf [ref]
✯ russet pelt with cream hind legs, underbelly and chest
✯ brown right eye (natural), red left eye (artificial)
✯ prosthetic front legs; left side of face; back/spine — attempt to slow any effects of radiation
✯ may occasionally wear a military cap
✯ nicked left ear
✯ American accent, drawled

relationships.
✯ no best friend
✯ no apprentice
✯ [G1] NPC x NPC
✯ biromantic // bisexual
✯ single // no crush
✯ 1 child—0 blood, 1 adopted (many children on FF)
   butterflykisses i.

interaction.
storage // plot
✯ physically hard // mentally difficult // possession
✯ attack in #f24b00
— SOUL RADIATION IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
LOVE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIRE FIGHT
zjarr ignibus / wnr / cyborg gray wolf / ex-thunderclan leader