02-13-2021, 06:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-13-2021, 06:02 PM by MIRIAM VOLTAIRE.)
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MIRIAM VOLTAIRE [ mirror - ee - um ] - [ vole - tear ]
A metallic clatter sounds from a makeshift paw of blades as he steps from his uncle's boat, splintered wood showers the snowy earth and the stinging wind ruffles the old white cloth flag that flaps loudly above. The aged white Jaguar by the name of Opanyi Voltaire, (Uncle Opie) leans lazily against the railing of his old boat watching the dog as he stares into the unfamiliar territory. The thick iced boreal forest loomed ahead, the smells of many creatures but all of relative scent. This must be it, The coalition of the Condemned. Mortisha Voltaire, his adoptive mother had cited their story among others, but his interest was peaked predominantly upon their mentioning. “ I think it’s stupid to leave your home, protected and trained you for many moons we did…Mortisha may approve but the way I see it… this is my boat, so- no turnin’ back now, dog. I wish you luck ” the old cat disturbs Miriam’s thoughts with a mocking tone. Silvery hues turn to the Jaguar, hooded with dull interest now as he curls his lips backward. “ House Voltaire is crumbled by their own greed anyhow, it’s time this bastard wrote his own story ” his tongue flicked with eloquence, even as his heart throbbed with the prospect of never seeing his adoptive mother again. “bastard you are, a mutt raised among jaguars- comic relief as I see it” the old coot snorts with disinterest as he gets to setting sail again. “ hope I chipped enough wood to sink you, ye’ old shit ” Miriam grumbled under his breath before limping forth, turning his skull to re-adjust his belongings as they tucked into his belts.
The frost combed his fur and fog perfumed from his silvery nostrils in short gusts. Miriam loved the cold, he liked the feeling of his metals as they rested in his skin, adored the way it made him feel more aware. He was vaguely aware that he needed to somehow alert the group as to initiate a proper attempt to join. With that he did what he despised, utilized his canine attributes. He cocks his decorated skull backward and howls gently into the wind. The song of a wolf greeting the misty skies.
// excited to finally rp here!
[you are amazing][table][tr][td]The frost combed his fur and fog perfumed from his silvery nostrils in short gusts. Miriam loved the cold, he liked the feeling of his metals as they rested in his skin, adored the way it made him feel more aware. He was vaguely aware that he needed to somehow alert the group as to initiate a proper attempt to join. With that he did what he despised, utilized his canine attributes. He cocks his decorated skull backward and howls gently into the wind. The song of a wolf greeting the misty skies.
// excited to finally rp here!
BIOGRAPHY/TAGS ⋆ ART REFERENCE ⋆ VOICE/ACCENT ⋆ HISTORY/WICCAN RELIGION
[color=#856363] ( Dog|Mutt ) ▹ amputee ▹ Machiavellian
⋆ acrobatic ⋆ mentally hard/physically medium (varies) ⋆ gambling addict ⋆ witchcraft ⋆ gold addict
[/td][td][color=#856363] ( Dog|Mutt ) ▹ amputee ▹ Machiavellian
⋆ acrobatic ⋆ mentally hard/physically medium (varies) ⋆ gambling addict ⋆ witchcraft ⋆ gold addict
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