silver dollar, golden flame / private

[Character Graveyard.]

COLD NOSTALGIA

[div style="width: 518px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: auto; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-size: 12px; color: #b1bed3; line-height: 110%"]Quiet. It was quiet. Too quiet. The female had been wandering around the tundra, shivering. She hated the cold, but this was her home now. In her past-life, the she-wolf had been happy. She had friends, she had a family. Thanos took all of that away from her. Now, Natasha was alone. The loneliness was unbearable to stand but somehow she dealt with it.

Bright, yellow eyes could be seen from far-off as the female walked through the snowy territory. Growling and cursing in her annoyance, the female kept walking in the snow until it was up to her thighs and she closed her eyes- allowing memories of the past to run through her mind.

© madi

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STARK F.

MALE — SNOWBOUNDER — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #2E4053; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]The tiger recalled of his past but it was not like Nat's but rather quite different, he had been born an animal but acted quite human-like for his own liking. He had been born a simple puppy meant for a purebred bloodline and his purpose had been to be a show dog. His younger self hadn't liked the idea of it and had ran away from his mansion to live out in the wilderness though it proved to be rough on him especially since he had been a five months old. Eventually when he was near a year old, he had run from the city itself and went into the woods which was even tougher but he had made do with whatever he could learn or eat. He found it all funny now since he was living an easier life and wasn't busy leading a whole clan by himself, the melanistic tiger had been walking through the snow without much trouble only to spot Natasha in the snow did the beast trudge over with a twitch of his whiskers "Having fun, hon?" He said with an amused rumble and a tilt of his cranium, she was Blackwidow though she had went by Natasha as well. He couldn't wipe that coy grin from his maw and would offer a paw "Need a lift?" She was quite pretty for a she-wolf then again he hadn't seen any wolves of late well aside from Jacob but he was no she-wolf, he was still handsome in his own aspect.

If she said yes then he would aim to lift her out of the snow gently with large paws and if successful, he would blink his warm brown pools at her.

#psychosocial.

[Character Graveyard.]

COLD NOSTALGIA

[div style="width: 518px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: auto; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-size: 12px; color: #b1bed3; line-height: 110%"]Natasha wasn't born a killer. She had been born to a lovely yet simple couple. But, their lives had been taken from a devastating fire in their home. Than she had been taken. By a group of people who had raised her to be a killer. A cold, remorseless assassin, whose hands had been stained by the blood of her targets for a long time. She had killed countless.

The female wouldn't consider herself to be pretty but she didn't call herself ugly either. She had only been called beautiful by a man in her past life but she had left him behind. Not on purpose, of course.

Upon hearing the large tiger's paw-steps through the snow, the she-wolf would turn around and face him, taking note of the coy grin on his maw. "If you call walking through the snow fun, then yes." She would say before he extended his paw to her. She accepted and she laughed as he lifted her into the air.

© madi

[COSMIIX]

STARK F.

MALE — SNOWBOUNDER — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #2E4053; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Stark didn't have much of a tragic story himself but he could recall moments that could be considered rather cruel, he still remembered being crushed by a building and then when someone had killed him only then to skin him of his own hide. It was odd but, Stark hadn't been one to judge especially since he had been of a warbound clan at the time so he knew of sick things like that so it wasn't all that bothering to him. Death was what had bothered himself, how everything felt empty and dark. The memory made him shiver and be grateful for breathing where he stood and not dead and six feet underground. He had once told himself if he was given a life then he might as well live to its full potential. Hm, romance was still new and familiar to him all the same. He liked someone but he didn't see them as often as he would like. He wasn't one to complain all that much either so, he made do with what he had and would try to force these feelings down. Bottle them up and throw them to the side until he needed them at the time.

The melanistic tiger would flick an ear with a lighter grin hearing her response "Good answer," He mused only to place her down after her small bout of laughter, it made a chuckle of his own escape him and he would blink at her deciding to reintroduce himself if she didn't recall meeting him "Stark Ferro, a pleasure."

#psychosocial.

[Character Graveyard.]

COLD NOSTALGIA

[div style="width: 518px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: auto; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-size: 12px; color: #b1bed3; line-height: 110%"]Natasha wouldn't call her backstory very tragic. Instead, she preferred to view it as torture. Her only memories of her parents when she had seen the hungry flames devour both of them. It was a painful reminder of what she didn't have when growing up and yet, thousands of others had parents as they matured. The closest thing she ever had to a parent, was her teacher. A savage and ruthless man. He had abused her, beaten her. She couldn't have what she wanted the most because of him- biological children.

Blinking her unusual bright-yellow eyes at Stark, she would reintroduce herself to him as well. "Natasha Romanoff, the pleasure is all mine."

© madi

[COSMIIX]

STARK F.

MALE — SNOWBOUNDER — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #2E4053; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]He wouldn't know how to react or feel if his own family had been devoured by hungry flames but he was grateful that they weren't and they were living somewhere that they were all safe and basically fed on silver platters (quite literally too). As for kids, Stark had his own but he hadn't had the best experience with them especially since well, he never had a father in his own life so he basically tried winging it for a while before finding out that wasn't the best resolution. It was much too late and he was already hated by one of his kids, almost how he felt about his own father. It was ironic really. Since that had occurred he really hadn't been thinking of having anymore kids for a while especially since some of the people here, he would treat as his own kids or at least attempt to. All in all, he was one of those awkward parents that tried figuring out what was wrong with his own kid and well, he felt more at peace being able to have adopted kids and it was nice since that gave an orphaned child an opportunity of getting a father or mother. Sure, he would have loved to have biological kids once more but that was for when he had settled down and had gotten himself engaged or whatnot, which would take a while since commitment was something that still made him uncomfortable. Love was weird but engagement and marriage was a dream come true to anyone all but Stark who was afraid of messing any of it up even by the slightest.

"Natasha Romanoff. Such a lovely name." There was a pause before he said with a soft chuckle "Can I call ya Nat by any chance or is that off the table? I don't wanna call you something you don't want to be addressed as." He took a moment to think before he would add with a soft snort "Feel free to call me whatever just don't add mister, makes me feel older than what I already am." He couldn't help but meet her gaze, brown pools meeting with yellow pools. An unusual bright yellow. He liked it even if yellow might not be the most pleasant color to see in the snow but then again, he couldn't really speak for himself. He had coffee colored pools and well, tigers of his species usually had them blue. Stark was different to say the least especially with that mane that seemed to hug his throat and blanket his back.

#psychosocial.

[Character Graveyard.]

COLD NOSTALGIA

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"I don't mind if you call me that." She said before quickly drifting into thought. Nat didn't really care much for her yellow-eyes, but she did know that they made her stand out in a large crowd- as everyone else mainly have brown, blue or green eyes. Common colors. At least that's what she thought the more common eye colors were. And seeing a maned tiger wasn't something you saw everyday. But she couldn't help but think that the mane looked good on Stark's pelt.

© madi

[COSMIIX]

STARK F.

MALE — SNOWBOUNDER — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #2E4053; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Well, Stark wasn't the most idealistic parent there was so he would be just as surprised as Natasha. Cheating or being left, he supposed that Stark could relate on both of those since it would be quite understandable as to how someone would be afraid of that type of thing. He didn't blame her, he was more worried about being left behind rather than being cheated on since he was sure if someone had done that to him then he would definitely dump that assholes ass in a heartbeat. Sure, it would leave a sting and hurt for a while but he wouldn't exactly die from it then again it depended on how much time it had taken to build that type of mutual relationship with someone. The tiger definitely had a common color but he didn't seem all moved by it since well, he wasn't one to complain and he liked how they resembled the color of bitter coffee without milk or a dark chocolate that always happened to be bitter but despite that, Stark was quite the warm person once you got to properly know him. The mane was nice and it definitely kept him warm when it almost seemed to be too cold in Snowbound, his eyes would flicker over to Natasha before nodding at the confirmation only to offer her a drink at his place "Would you like a drink? At my place, of course, its much too cold out here and well, Jack Frost doesn't seem to be all that kind at the moment," A smile tugging at his lips as he teased "Especially with you nearly drowning in the snow."

#psychosocial.