Biography
They are said to be of a different caliber...
to have gunpowder running in their veins...
the trail never goes cold as they give chase...
till at last they've slain their prey.
Pray for your children that they are never caught.
Beg the hunters to slow their trod.
He was watching. Of course he was watching. With eyes as keen as an eagles, with his pale nostrils cocked and flared, he watched. They hadn't seen him. They wouldn't if he had any say. His posture was smooth and low, perfectly poised and still to disappear into his surroundings. Situated along his spine a quiver full of nearly primitive arrows, along with the dangerous spines sat some fierce looking rods dangerous obsidian spines decorating their sides. His lower limbs were covered in intricately sewn and creased leather, old spatters of blood dried thick along the edge of one cuff. Around his neck a shimmer bullet, a human trophy and good luck charm.
Restless are the warriors.
Restless is the prey.
Caliber turned his fine head, his great sapphire eyes burning deep into the dark recesses of the wood behind him. He lowered his head, releasing the knife from where he had slid it into the cuff of his front left foreleg. He heard something, heard something coming. They'd better be wary, and prove they are a friend, should they not no doubt that shimmering silvery blade would prick their flesh and drive deep. Dangerous was the hunter in all his keen glory. He was driven to pursue, born to hunt and kill. Wary his prey should be, for few could escape his clutches when he was on the scent.
Blood will be shed.
Blood will pour red.
As a song bird alighted on the branch in front of his crystalline eyes a particularly strange smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Before the bird could notice, before it could even cry, it was pinned through the eye by the blade which now stuck quivering in the trunk of a tree. As an ally he was priceless. As a friend, he was the best. As a enemy, he'd be the sort to end the feud with one stroke. Woe to the creature he set his mind against.
They won't last long.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
-Quiet
-Generally severe
-Hard on everyone, including himself
-Persistent
-Patient
-Unusually smart
-Not easily ruffled
-Cruel in the hunt
"Caliber is a sassy smart mouthed man isn't he?" -Ninja Death
and in reply I shall say this... Yes. Yes he is.
Preferences
"Tell your eye to focus. Tell your heart to slow. Listen. Do you hear the call of the hunt ringing in your ears?"
Special Skills
The Good: He's 4th generation, he has clean lines, +11 total vitals, he is gorgeous with 35 rarity.
The Bad: He only has 5 talents. ;-;
The Ugly: Nothing. >.> Except for his daddy and his granpappys.
He's awesome with a knife, and probably good with a bow. Oh, need I mention he excels in the arts of the hunt? Oh, I need to? Hmm. Strange. Well then, he's an awesome hunter.
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Winter Month: 3 
Day Weather: 
Fog
