moniiqwolf
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OOC: hey there! I'm fine with anyone joining this, as long as you have a character that would fit into this setting! ((And please, no one liners))
Here's some information on Quinn, if you'd like to know more about him! http://www.rprepository.com/warnings.php?c=78794&p=175934
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Bloodied feathers fluttered to the ground as a slender humanoid stretched, fangs bared in a yawn as the half-fae, half-kludde blinked sleepily under the midday sun. The remains of a swan lay under the tree he sat in, reduced to nothing more then a rib cage and a shattered skull. His pale eyes scanned the forest lazily, watching the well worn road for a minute or two, but seeing nothing amiss, he simply rolled onto his stomach and draped his limbs across the tree branch, leopard-like. Sharp nails tapped against the wood as he softly hummed to himself, the young shifter letting his guard down and simply relaxing after his meal.
Sadly for Quinn, there had been no trespassers in his territory for a while, despite his proximity to the well-frequented road that lay only meters away. He had had no reason to change into a long legged, violent canine, no reason for blood or death. But, the urge to change forms had been partially sated after his most recent kill. Sure, the horse, the dog and even his favored human form were perfect for killing bigger creatures, but his cat form was the best suited to taking down birds. Just the right mixture of soft pawsteps and sharp claws. The humanoid grinned at the memory, the coppery scent of blood still on his breath, the swans frightened squawks still ringing in his ears. Quinn closed his eyes and dozed, locks of long, straight hair falling across his face as he soaked up the warmth of the sun. Vain as always, he regarded himself as the top predator of the forest, and the proud supernatural was a bit too confident in his vulnerable, reckless napping spot.
Here's some information on Quinn, if you'd like to know more about him! http://www.rprepository.com/warnings.php?c=78794&p=175934
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Bloodied feathers fluttered to the ground as a slender humanoid stretched, fangs bared in a yawn as the half-fae, half-kludde blinked sleepily under the midday sun. The remains of a swan lay under the tree he sat in, reduced to nothing more then a rib cage and a shattered skull. His pale eyes scanned the forest lazily, watching the well worn road for a minute or two, but seeing nothing amiss, he simply rolled onto his stomach and draped his limbs across the tree branch, leopard-like. Sharp nails tapped against the wood as he softly hummed to himself, the young shifter letting his guard down and simply relaxing after his meal.
Sadly for Quinn, there had been no trespassers in his territory for a while, despite his proximity to the well-frequented road that lay only meters away. He had had no reason to change into a long legged, violent canine, no reason for blood or death. But, the urge to change forms had been partially sated after his most recent kill. Sure, the horse, the dog and even his favored human form were perfect for killing bigger creatures, but his cat form was the best suited to taking down birds. Just the right mixture of soft pawsteps and sharp claws. The humanoid grinned at the memory, the coppery scent of blood still on his breath, the swans frightened squawks still ringing in his ears. Quinn closed his eyes and dozed, locks of long, straight hair falling across his face as he soaked up the warmth of the sun. Vain as always, he regarded himself as the top predator of the forest, and the proud supernatural was a bit too confident in his vulnerable, reckless napping spot.
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