Pack Mentality (OPEN)
Feb 19, 2017 21:45:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 21:45:18 GMT -5
(Basically, this is simply a roleplay based on characters meeting and possibly developing a pack here eventually when there's enough involved. c:)
((OOC: It wouldn't let me post a reply cause it was below the word limit...))
((Oh... shoot :I Lol I didn't know that Midnight Silence would move here >.< thanks for telling me Cockatiel xD Yeah I think I'll do that and move them somewhere else c:))
Leviathan:
Leviathan's entire body ached as he finally managed to get onto his four paws, muscles stretching and powerful bones snapping into their places as the enormous, navy male rose from the ground. He yawned with exhaustion, his 42 teeth clicking together as it faded away. Flicking a single ear, he listened for any sounds crossing his interest. He had fallen asleep by the border of the unclaimed Outer Reaches territory. As usual, thoughts raced through his mind... My pack has disbanded so long ago... we were not strong. We never were. It almost seemed pathetic. Spineless! Weak! His lips curled into a snarl. I wish I could have rose to alpha, I could have definitely made a pack out of those members. Perhaps... I could form my own someday? I'm sure I could gather a few strong wolves... Leviathan's thoughts then shifted to a deep, booming voice echoing in his head. It was his father. He had always remembered those important things he had told him as a pup.
"Now, Levi, remember what I told you earlier. Be nice with other wolves. We may be a bit different than others, but we don't need any unnecessary bloodshed."
Levi would say, "I understand."
"Good. Now go have fun!"
That's basically how it's always been. 'Be nice, make friends.' Although he was perceived as cruel and overly dominant, that's what Leviathan truthfully hoped for. The beast actually wanted to have a lot of friends and have a pack one day. He wanted a pack that would be revered and powerful for a long while, maybe even feared. He wanted some significance; he always seemed to just blend in... to simply fade into the background while other wolves ran around in their cliques before him. It would make him proud to have a pack, and for others to know of its greatness. He knows he's struck fear into the hearts of many. For several years, he thought of himself as a powerful alpha, but at the same time he didn't like the thought of having responsibility of leading an entire pack. Leviathan never bowed down. He was always dominant and assertive, sometimes even excessively. His favorite quote was always, "Throw me to the wolves and I will return leading the pack." Yes, he thought. Put me against another pack of wolves and I'd have them bowing in fear of my dominance.
It earned him the title of "Chief", which he actually sort of liked. Over time, he had adopted the meaning of the title. A chief, a leader, a top dog. Finding a pack was the priority of almost every leader, and that was what he sought to do.
((OOC: It wouldn't let me post a reply cause it was below the word limit...))
((Oh... shoot :I Lol I didn't know that Midnight Silence would move here >.< thanks for telling me Cockatiel xD Yeah I think I'll do that and move them somewhere else c:))
Leviathan:
Leviathan's entire body ached as he finally managed to get onto his four paws, muscles stretching and powerful bones snapping into their places as the enormous, navy male rose from the ground. He yawned with exhaustion, his 42 teeth clicking together as it faded away. Flicking a single ear, he listened for any sounds crossing his interest. He had fallen asleep by the border of the unclaimed Outer Reaches territory. As usual, thoughts raced through his mind... My pack has disbanded so long ago... we were not strong. We never were. It almost seemed pathetic. Spineless! Weak! His lips curled into a snarl. I wish I could have rose to alpha, I could have definitely made a pack out of those members. Perhaps... I could form my own someday? I'm sure I could gather a few strong wolves... Leviathan's thoughts then shifted to a deep, booming voice echoing in his head. It was his father. He had always remembered those important things he had told him as a pup.
"Now, Levi, remember what I told you earlier. Be nice with other wolves. We may be a bit different than others, but we don't need any unnecessary bloodshed."
Levi would say, "I understand."
"Good. Now go have fun!"
That's basically how it's always been. 'Be nice, make friends.' Although he was perceived as cruel and overly dominant, that's what Leviathan truthfully hoped for. The beast actually wanted to have a lot of friends and have a pack one day. He wanted a pack that would be revered and powerful for a long while, maybe even feared. He wanted some significance; he always seemed to just blend in... to simply fade into the background while other wolves ran around in their cliques before him. It would make him proud to have a pack, and for others to know of its greatness. He knows he's struck fear into the hearts of many. For several years, he thought of himself as a powerful alpha, but at the same time he didn't like the thought of having responsibility of leading an entire pack. Leviathan never bowed down. He was always dominant and assertive, sometimes even excessively. His favorite quote was always, "Throw me to the wolves and I will return leading the pack." Yes, he thought. Put me against another pack of wolves and I'd have them bowing in fear of my dominance.
It earned him the title of "Chief", which he actually sort of liked. Over time, he had adopted the meaning of the title. A chief, a leader, a top dog. Finding a pack was the priority of almost every leader, and that was what he sought to do.
