[ CLUB AND FANG / & / CH STORAGE ]

[BUCK]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Alright so. I need to move Buck's stuff over here. Feel free to track or whatever. Talk about him if you want. He's still a big work in progress so eh.

[BUCK]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Corded muscles underneath thick fur, a coat that varies from bright with a healthy gloss to caked with mud and blood. Decorated with scars, most of them hidden when heavy fur lays flat but easily visible when the wind blows a certain way. Calloused paws, the sort of tough that doesn't flinch when walking on gravel but takes easy notice of thorns and glass. Physical dominance paired with an incredible ability to adapt and a creativity that can be difficult to match. He thinks on his feet in fights and will often try new methods if tried and true doesn't cut it. Not somebody you want to cross or disobey. Yet there's a certain kindness to the way he carries himself. It can be difficult to place side by side with his frankly terrifying confidence and experience, but it's definitely there. Tries for forgiveness before all else.

Has had a difficult past, but has since forgiven himself for what he's done. I need to work out how past relationships have evolved and... Devolved, but I think his theme really is gonna be "freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose". That and him being at peace with his history is going to be difficult to mix but I'll work it out.

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Buck has an immense respect for earned authority, but holds no loyalty to people in power. For example, he won't start fights with someone that can beat him physically, but he'd totally go behind their back and undermine them for every single thing they try to do. Basically it's respect without loyalty. His loyalty is earned mostly through kindness.

And a bit about his past. He started life as somewhat arrogant and entitled. Sure of himself and his place in his world, well aware of its faults but also certain that they could be changed. His arrogance has long since faded, and so has the anger that came with it. He made plenty of mistakes at a young age but as I've said before, those have since faded. I believe I'm going to go with the person he fell in love with being dead. Considering that he's likely very demisexual and demiromantic, I doubt that he'll be in another relationship but that's something that'll come up when it comes up. Though he misses them deeply, he has faith that he'll see them again, though he's not religious by any stretch of the imagination.

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Because he's based on Buck from CotW, this guy is pretty goddamn massive. I'm torn between a dire wolf and a high content wolfdog because the dire wolf is just so much more robust, I love their muscle volume and bone density. God I just love extinct animals so much. Anyway if I go with wolfdog his father would have been a gray wolf and I was thinking St. Bernard or Leonberger for his mom lmao. Colors would lean more towards browns than blacks. I don't know about eye color yet. Black paw pads and nose, no pink. Low white. Agouti pattern? If I go wolfdog his eyes could be doggish or wolfish but if I go dire wolf I'll likely go with a pale yellow. Need to move these notes to their own thread later, sorry Buck.

[BUCK]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Large mythical or real large, depending on whether I go with dire wolf or wolfdog. Maybe size manipulation to make him a bit larger. This would be permanent. Super senses are already done. I think that's all he needs, no important powers or anything.

[BUCK]

[align=center][div style="font-size:13.3pt;line-height:.9;color:#0D0C0A;font-family:arial black;padding:8px"]「 OUR BACKS AGAINST THE WALL 」[div style="width:352px;font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-bottom:5px;margin-left:3px"][justify]WE’RE SURROUNDED AND AFRAID. OUR LIVES NOW IN THE HANDS OF THE SOLDIERS TAKING AIM. OUR QUESTIONS RICOCHET LIKE BROKEN SATELLITES: HOW OUR BODIES, BORN TO HEAL, BECOME SO PRONE TO DIE  /  &  /  INFO ———

[BUCK]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Buck has been traveling for much longer than he would have liked. Perhaps that was because somewhere behind him lies both a home and a grave, or perhaps that was simply because his paws were sore. One was simple and the other was not quite so simple, but it still becomes almost impossible to separate those hurts some days — for most, he's stopped trying. That isn't to say that flowers haven't grown over the grave, or that his paws haven't earned their callouses, but there are some pains that simply don't fade. He hopes that his love — his reason for walking — understands that. They don't talk about it in his dreams. (Anything but that, really.) Or sometimes they just lay there, and Buck marvels at how his mane tickles. He didn't realize how much he would miss it. Or anything else about him. The speckles on his nose or the light sound of his breathing, the comfortable press of the lion's side against his own when they breathed in tandem. He hadn't taken it for granted, but he hadn't known.

For a while, seeing him again was the only reason he slept. He has since found others — necessity, rest, and hope in that order — but that didn't lessen his yearning for the first. It's been far too long since he's felt that warmth during the daylight hours, and Buck has since accepted a freedom he never wanted to have. After searching for it his entire life, he never thought he'd end up saying that he was given too much. Nothing has held him in place for well over a year now, and however certain he may be of that freedom, he finds that he would have preferred remaining tied to another lost tumbleweed. Even if they tried to roll in opposite directions a little too often. (Maybe especially for that.)

Still, even with the weight of his heartache, the wounds in his chest have healed. He spent a long time searching for something to care for, and while he hasn't found that, he's content. Sometimes his introspection finds him wondering what exactly he was content with. He may never have a full answer, but he'll often answer, his tone gentle and calm, the future. Whatever may be in front of him is better than what lays behind. There is no clean answer to his past, no neat lesson to be learned from his suffering. But tomorrow — well, perhaps there's something there. He would have to find out one way or another, would he not? Either through experience or regret? He's chosen experience. It had at one point been a decision made for someone else, but the longer he chooses it, the better he feels. While he couldn't say he had always made this choice, he could say that this is no longer who he is.

Sometimes he finds himself honestly believing it.

So he walks. His steps have left imprints on the ground in one long trail, tall strands of grass slowly recovering behind him. Radiation had scarred these lands not too long ago, but the world's slow recovery has given vibrance and mystery to something that should have been dead. A light reminder tickles the back of his mind, the name of another who would have loved this new world — he smiles in agreement and allows his thoughts to move on. At an overpowering scent marking some strange border — Buck is not at all unfamiliar with this habit or its meaning — he finally stops moving. His heavy form seems out of place here, with a thick coat meant for winter and a body meant for hard work, but the sun glints off of dark, well-kept fur and violet eyes are attentive as they sweep the territory near him. Maybe he comes here with no intention to stay; just another tumbleweed rolling through town. But he waits for someone to approach him with a light sense of trepidation anyway, if only for the wonder of seeing something new.

[ THE REST OF THIS WILL DEPEND ON WHAT GROUP HE JOINS ]