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"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
Jabberwocky Wonder.
Male.
Two and a half years.
Male.
Two and a half years.
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
Stained a steeled, silvery-grey hue, much like that of ashes that rain down after a raging fire. Peppered among the basecoat are darker greys and the occasional dusting of soot.
"The jabberwock with eyes of flame..." Says it all. A dark red rings the pupil, extending outwards to bleed into a light orange, then a dusky yellow, and finally, dying shades of white about the rims. they often seem to have a pulse, flicker like a kindled flame.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
A large frame supports the lupine's embodiment, consisted of a massive bone structure built for an equal dosage of brute strength and incredible speed. A highly angular face and well-constructed skull sit atop an even neck, which grip a deep-carved chest. moving down are four long, slender legs, clad with toughened sinews and supported by thunderous paws. Back up again; a lengthy spine holds a sculpted bodice and haunch-set, with a visible ribcage and steep flanks. And at the end of the road lays an incredibly fluffy tail, made soley for the purpose of warming his nose in the wintertime. He is roughly the size of a decently-composed male.
A hefty, grey line cuts from the he-wolf's right lip and up to nearly kiss his temple, giving him a crooked smile.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
Short-fused. Bad tempered. A lover of fire. Aggressive. Autocratic. Prefers to remain silent. A dirty worker. Chaotic paramour. Crazy. Stubborn. Risque. Protective. Soldier. Imposing. Reckless. Pyronic. He remains quietly insane. Doesn't talk much about his condition, Which often inflicts dementia and absurd hallucinations upon his vision. Bring it up, or even try to speak about it, and you will meet his imminent fury. The only wolf he seems to lighten up to, or play with is Boom. He will often laugh at the other two when they tell off the little youngling, or try and convince her to ignore their advice, slack off for an hour or two and go exploring/playing with him (Cause she made me make him nice to her D<)
His heart is for him only, so don't think you would even get close to the crazy male.
Callooh. His son, the one good thing he brought into the world.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
Recorded Message; the missing comfort
Tyrant's Causeway; where was the guiding hand ?
Having no record of his birth parents, he wandered into the pack by the name of Spoiled Glory. But this pack disbanded rather quickly, and he then went on to stumble across Lurking Temptations, where he also spent some of his time. But his life there was tough and he was rendered mateless and estranged from his son due to mauling a wolf. Some scars are just made for show. And once more dispersed from the pack to come across Monte rosa where he plans to spend the rest of his lifetime.
Tyrant's Causeway; where was the guiding hand ?
Having no record of his birth parents, he wandered into the pack by the name of Spoiled Glory. But this pack disbanded rather quickly, and he then went on to stumble across Lurking Temptations, where he also spent some of his time. But his life there was tough and he was rendered mateless and estranged from his son due to mauling a wolf. Some scars are just made for show. And once more dispersed from the pack to come across Monte rosa where he plans to spend the rest of his lifetime.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
