Biography
night had fallen too quickly, and he emerges from the glade like a specter. his body drawn in whimsy shades of light and day; where the shale meets the sand. beyond the ghostly pallor of the veil that sits in the uncertain edges of the iridescent, is a spit of a beach; the sound of crashing waves calling to his soul. he can't escape the ocean, even when he tries.
tides moving back and forth. a lullaby made as they would crash against the shore, pulling back out to sea then repeating the order over and over again. the sands would glimmer as if tiny diamonds could be found across the surface. a figure would make it's self known to the area as he would pace towards the shoreline. a smile creeping onto his face as the coolness of the water ran through the space between his paws. refreshing yet chilling. the ashen coat would be slightly stained from the salty air, but still remaining a silver toned, demonic eyes watched the area around him. his own personal water to drown in.
and he shivers; quaking with the violent sensation of the familiarity. he may very well leave his sentinel stance for another day when the sky is colder and the shore isn't such a bane to his heart. but in a way, he has grown numb to it all now that he's been out here for most of the day. what was the harm in a few more hours? wrapped neatly around his side, his tail hugs his hip as though trying to draw some sort of certainty from his body. to no avail. after standing here for so long he shuffles his paws from time to time to rid them of their stiffness.
so he'd wandered away. found himself parts of himself. and here he was again.
his face is turned into the wind. with its roar, and the sound of the ocean, the world is a dark place. the tide will be coming in. the water is at his knees. another gale screams in his ears, makes the his eyes run with tears. he sees only half of what he loves, the other side is an unknowable sight of mottled browns, blues, and blacks; a watery grave. nothing can ruin what the ocean is to his heart; hate and love and spite. Kierans tongue snakes along his lips, drags the pearls of sea spray from around hid dark muzzle and nose. he tastes the salt and shiver. he is insane with the raging sea. the waters of summer have brought the surge of warmer winds. the waves wrap around hid legs, beg to sweep hum into the open arms of the black tide. he could give himself to them. he could plunge into the fray and disappear. i am the sea. as the wake drags his weight forward, and he steps with it. slammed by another rush of water and the pull of its mystery. but there is danger in this as well. rips, currents, animals, all tossed around in the oblivion. seaweed has found it's way around his legs.
Kieran finds himself in an odd mood; lusting after the chaos of the murdering ocean. like a prisoner led to slaughter, he roams forward - the promise of a siren in hid ears. as the tide begins to roll in, his mind absorbs the salty air, the stick of its spray in his fur. and he imagines drowning in it the way his heart has drowned in the ghost of love.
stars hovered above head, stamped within a background of blackness, glittering against the consuming colors, as the moon rested comfortably within the mixture. he supposed then, somethings never truly changed, the same colorless orb, had passed by him countless times on his travels, and here it continued it's same cycle. just as his black heart, still desired the finer things in life, possessions that were extorted and bastardized all in the same sentence. a fiendish man, with a bottomless pit for a soul. Fiery eyes, would turn their attention to his company, brashly intercepting her stare with his own, an array of odd markings seemed to swirl against her eyes, a mask of sort, holding within them vivid golden-green eyes. now, he'd never seen the likes of that before. if it wasn't the riches of the land that kept him here, it would certainly be the women. i'm hardly ever sated. his firm lips threatened to pull a most unsettling smile against his chiseled jaws.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
War, bloodshed, death, loss and glory--it is what has been sewn into the Iron-souled warriors fabric of being. It fuels him. War has ravaged his dreams, day and night. He craves the thought of battle; the idea that so much blood could be spilled and so much death could occur. The adrenaline rush. The heat of battle. It was pure ecstasy to him. His belligerent nature is fueled by sudden outbursts of anger and aggression. Flowing through his veins, is the very need to suddenly attack, to be rude, to fight back and never back away from any challenge that might present itself to him. There is a natural air of confidence that reeks of self pride. His posture, without inspiration or coaxing, assumes dominance. He is a creature that desires control over everything and everyone. His perverse nature and natural affluence in self-destructive behaviour would imply a lack of values and morals. Choas relieves the restless demons and somewhere in this dark exsistance he finds humor. He is not without a white-hot temper and is easily angered. His persona is saturated with an over inflated ego. He is openly proud of himself and his accomplishments. He completely lacks humility. He does not seek the validation of others and confidently spearheads his own ambitions without consult. He knows no boundaries with others and has no respect for anyone, save a select few whom has gained his trust. He is observing, cold, and calculating. He uses his intelligence to stand apart from others. He often uses others's weaknesses against them. He can be social, given he is around the preferred crowd, but at other times he is distant, lost to himself and in his own thoughts. He aims to better himself in every way. He tries to be constructive, always making improvements and never satisfied with the results.
Preferences
He is blessed with the mixture of raw strength and speed, excelling in both. His body is streamlined and aerodynamic with a deep chest that would allow for greater intake of oxygen to propel his well developed limbs. Buldging with sinewy muscle that is laced just beneath his flesh; toned to the point of a body builder, not a spare ounce of fat. This grants him a more leonine combination of grace, agility, and athleticism. He holds himself regally with prim posture and an upward facing maw. The neck long and elegant. The head, held high and proud. A high, broad forehead that slopes into a long muzzle accentuated by high cheekbones and delicate features that are sharp and rugged. A broad, black-lipped muzzle curves into a twisted grin marring the three scares that lie across it. Which only adds to his exterior character, making him seem more mortal. Eyes the color of fire; crimson, orange, and yellow flare within the iris meeting near the pupils in a swirling of smoke. Yet, for all thier burning intensity they are as cold as ice. A cruel, vicious intent can be seen with thier depths. He is a handsome and utterly lethal creation, both demonic and angelic at once.
Special Skills
For sale: 40 Apples or 28,000 mush. Pm me to change it to mush. I need him gone.
Breedings:
One Apple or 500mush
1 Jasmine equals 1 Breeding
Reservations are 250 mush a slot.
RESERVATION LIST:
Spring:
1) OPEN
2) OPEN
3) OPEN
Summer:
1) OPEN
2) OPEN
3) OPEN
Fall:
1) OPEN
2) OPEN
3) OPEN
Winter:
1) OPEN
2) OPEN
3) OPEN
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Winter 
Night Weather: 
Clear Moon: 
