Post by Cujo on Jul 26, 2008 18:24:37 GMT -5
&&shake the disease
Cujo
Cuj, Grumpmeister (called by Chemics only)
Male
around five years old
Belongs to no pack at the moment.
He's a leader, not a follower. When he joins a pack, he'll probably have some rank.
He would never admit that he has some feeling for his consort, Lilith, but he'd never say he doesn't care for her, either.
Like a typical wolf, Cujo's coat is not a solid color. The ruff, upper body, shoulders, and head are a blend of brown, black, and gray. The predominant color is brown. His underside is a blend of smokes and whites. His eyes are a muddy brown. Cujo is larger than the typical wolf, reaching a height of almost two feet and around ninety-five pounds. This reflects the partial dog bits of his father (his father's sire was, like Buck, a shepherd-Bernard cross; the enhanced size is also noticeable in Cujo's brother). His muzzle is slightly shorter than his brother's. His face also has the broader characteristics of a hybrid.
I'll draw him sometime.
Sum of everything: Cujo is a perfectionist. He will not tolerate weakness in others or himself. Now, he does not believe that the ability to care is "weak." He believes that not caring is a pathetic excuse for not getting hurt. However, he does not express his emotions, giving him an almost cruel stoicism. Cujo is also elitist, and this is obvious in his manners towards newcomers and strangers. He prefers to do everything himself because he belives that nothing will be done the way he wants it done if he doesn't do it. In spite of it all, Cujo can be protective and almost /heroic/ in the face of danger. I would not recommend pissing him off, though. His temper is explosive, especially when he has a headache.
I would rather not mention history.
&&i dub thee unforgiven
A bit of phlegm fell from the lip of the skinny wolf padding before the other. The laughing grin painted onto the creature's maw was broken only by the darting of a pink tongue to wet a leathery nose. "Thinks he's so big, doesn't he?" Schizophrenia knew very well that he was trespassing, but he no longer cared for the ways of pack life. Considering that he had been chased from every pack he had bothered to join up with, you could safely say that Schizo was sick and tired of empty formalities. Then again, the paranoid schizophrenia nagging at his mind could also be a good reason. Let's not forget that everyone was out to get the strange being with a name that was apt not only to his mentality but to his striped-and-spotted appearance.
"And you think you're an exception to those that have entered my lands without permission?" snarled Cujo, the fur on his neck standing on end. Lips pulled back from teeth and ears flattened, Cujo seemed even more intimidating than normal. A normal wolf would have turned tail and ran already. With tail raised high and legs geared as if to pounce, this Alpha, a wolf in his prime, was not to be tried unless a wish for death was clearly expressed.
Schizophrenia, however, was no typical wolf. "And you think wrong of me?" he cackled, more drool sliding from his jaw. "You think I'm a threat? Me?"
It was not clear who charged first. Either way, Cujo charged and Schizo leaped. The two wolves clashed in a flurry of snarled and snaps. While Cujo was able to bring Schizo to the ground with the weight upon him, Schizo would not be denied a counterattack. The smaller wolf snagged Cujo's ear in his mouth and tugged. The pull was enough to make Cujo draw back. Already bitter over his disadvantage (Cujo's ability to judge the battle often over-shadowed his will to simply /act/ while Schizo's complete lack of wolven judgment gave him the ability to snap without thinking of consequences), Cujo decided that it would be best to strike the other's snout to prevent any further resistance from the schizophrenic.
It worked, in spite of the odds. A whine rose from Schizo and it wasn't long before Schizo was running away with Cujo at his heels, roaring like a demon. The pursuit did not cease until Schizo was not longer within sight.
With a proud lift of his head, Cujo returned towards his main prowl. After all, keeping out strangers was simply another daily task for the Alpha male.
&&a girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Lucius. Manic. Lucy. Cujo. Schizo. Taro. Lulu. Lou. Metal. Doesn't matter to me.
Labels are for soup cans.
Invited by Regen after talking about wolves and Rammstein.