demonhounds
Total - 01
Ashen - 00
Brimstone - 00
Inferno - 00
Ember - 01
Flash - 00
Pyre - 00
Altar - 00
Ashen - 00
Brimstone - 00
Inferno - 00
Ember - 01
Flash - 00
Pyre - 00
Altar - 00
EMBER
Bo
Bo
When The Moon Shines Red Ember Bo
Bold #fe3f2c
Pumpkin 54
While many Demonhounds are pretty big, this fella takes the cake and devours it with a ravenous hunger. His bulked up size doesn't quite reach Kal'daka stature, but it's pretty close, only a foot below their shoulders. Thick, shaggy fur wraps him up in a blanket of cinnamon-brown, with a single white spot above each eyebrow the only interruption. His pale yellow wings, a distant reflection of colour more than anything else, are especially thick and draconic looking compared to his brethren, giving this already monstrous creature an even more beastly look -- one that is softened abruptly by large, expressive crimson eyes that simply plead for sympathy and understanding among everyone. He isn't always so disarming looking, however; sometimes he's even MORE disarming! On nights of the full moon(s) ((any full moon)), this Demonhound becomes deformed, his back stretching and letting him walk on hulking hindlegs, paws grasping almost like hands, minus the thumbs. Thick sinew and muscles bulge beneath his frame in this state, and he loses much control over his thoughts, with only his bonded able to keep him grounded and shake him back to reality.
After all, despite appearances and literal lunacy, when he's himself this Ember is unwaveringly kind. Perhaps its his monstrous side that has dedicated him so much to his need to do right in the world; he knows better than many what damage being judged for things you can't control will do to you. Whatever reason he is the way he is, he can never be convinced to go against it, even if it isn't appreciated or even acknowledged by others. He doesn't do the right thing for thanks; he does it because it is right. If Junho ever has any doubts if someone is there for him, this 'hound always will be, without question, no matter what happens, or what is said or done in moments of turmoil. It's too late, he's already decided, and once he decides it's next to impossible to turn him back, the same as his werewolf mind when it becomes overrun by instinct and emotion -- he'll change his decisions only for his bonded, and it is up to his bonded to understand the depth of his compassion, loyalty, and trust in him that makes him willing to do so.
The Harvest Festival - Gats
Bold #fe3f2c
Pumpkin 54
While many Demonhounds are pretty big, this fella takes the cake and devours it with a ravenous hunger. His bulked up size doesn't quite reach Kal'daka stature, but it's pretty close, only a foot below their shoulders. Thick, shaggy fur wraps him up in a blanket of cinnamon-brown, with a single white spot above each eyebrow the only interruption. His pale yellow wings, a distant reflection of colour more than anything else, are especially thick and draconic looking compared to his brethren, giving this already monstrous creature an even more beastly look -- one that is softened abruptly by large, expressive crimson eyes that simply plead for sympathy and understanding among everyone. He isn't always so disarming looking, however; sometimes he's even MORE disarming! On nights of the full moon(s) ((any full moon)), this Demonhound becomes deformed, his back stretching and letting him walk on hulking hindlegs, paws grasping almost like hands, minus the thumbs. Thick sinew and muscles bulge beneath his frame in this state, and he loses much control over his thoughts, with only his bonded able to keep him grounded and shake him back to reality.
After all, despite appearances and literal lunacy, when he's himself this Ember is unwaveringly kind. Perhaps its his monstrous side that has dedicated him so much to his need to do right in the world; he knows better than many what damage being judged for things you can't control will do to you. Whatever reason he is the way he is, he can never be convinced to go against it, even if it isn't appreciated or even acknowledged by others. He doesn't do the right thing for thanks; he does it because it is right. If Junho ever has any doubts if someone is there for him, this 'hound always will be, without question, no matter what happens, or what is said or done in moments of turmoil. It's too late, he's already decided, and once he decides it's next to impossible to turn him back, the same as his werewolf mind when it becomes overrun by instinct and emotion -- he'll change his decisions only for his bonded, and it is up to his bonded to understand the depth of his compassion, loyalty, and trust in him that makes him willing to do so.
The Harvest Festival - Gats