Post by Zekin on Mar 19, 2006 17:16:26 GMT -5
Name: Zekin, Yellow Eyes, Blood Wolf
God of: Evil and violence, but also land animals. No bird, fish, sea mammals, or insects but the rest are under his rule. He is especially connected with wolves and will often take a wolf form when in the mortal realms.
Races who believe in you: Lycanthropes, Beast-People, Emon. Also anyone from any race who is a fighter or evil.
Have a particular goddess you have something for?: Lilith. When he first saw her he decided she would be his mate, and nothing anyone could say would make him think else. But without Lilith's consent he can't actually be her mate so he hounds her constantly. One of the mortal myths is that wolves howl to the moon because they are singing for her, trying to convince her to mate their god. He does not know about her crush on Gilean which is good for everyone.
Role playing sample: Zekin stood on the cliff edge, less than an inch from the edge. His cold yellow wolf eyes he was famous for stared into the night. Long, pointed ears twitched slightly in the breeze. A wolf's tail was stiff as he concentrated on the scents of the night, nose in the air breathing deep. There was a good wind blowing and despite the fact he only wore a strange cloak made from a wolf's skin, a pair of ragged shorts, and a gold choker with odd runes on it he was not cold. The cloak seemed changed colors each time it moved, and in a way it was. The cloak would change between one fur of a wolf's to another. It wouldn't turn purple or such but still had a lot of variety. His tail was also like this, changing from wolf color to wolf color. His short, spiky hair had shades of green, black and brown. Like the rest of him it was dirty and messy, making him look like a wild beast. The cold grin on his face, showing unusually long fangs, only enforced this image. He was in the Forest Realm where he lived. Not in any particular place like Eredor and Kiari but all over, where ever he felt like staying for the time. It made him one of the hardest gods to find, especially since sometimes to make it even harder he left the Forest Realm. Though for the most part he stayed here being a nature god of sorts.
~What are you doing tonight Zekin?~ A strange voice said in his mind. He looked behind him and saw two wolves, both as tall as him on all fours. The giant wolves of the God Realms were his pack. They had two tails and fur could be any color unlike mortal wolves. They could die of old age and wounds but not disease and were very tough, much stronger, faster, and with better senses than normal wolves. They could also talk using their minds. These two were both males, one all black with a dark gray mask and belly, the other a light brown with white paws, tail tips, and ear tips. Sometimes when he favored a mortal enough he would give the mortal a pup from this pack to take care of him or her. The one that had spoken was the brown one, Der.
"Not sure." Zekin took a deep sniff of the air and smiled his cold, cruel smile. "Lily's here, and not in Kiari's den either."
~Your wish-mate?~ Wiol, the black one, said, using the term wolves used to describe those you had a crush on.
"Soon she'll be my real mate, let's go give her a visit and see is she's changed her mind." With that he leaped off the cliff. Behind him the wolves sprang over. They were about a mile up from the ground but none were worried. The fall couldn't hurt any of them. Before they landed Zekin got onto Wiol's back. They landed and took off like it had only been a small leap they had taken.
((Is that enough or do you want more?))
God of: Evil and violence, but also land animals. No bird, fish, sea mammals, or insects but the rest are under his rule. He is especially connected with wolves and will often take a wolf form when in the mortal realms.
Races who believe in you: Lycanthropes, Beast-People, Emon. Also anyone from any race who is a fighter or evil.
Have a particular goddess you have something for?: Lilith. When he first saw her he decided she would be his mate, and nothing anyone could say would make him think else. But without Lilith's consent he can't actually be her mate so he hounds her constantly. One of the mortal myths is that wolves howl to the moon because they are singing for her, trying to convince her to mate their god. He does not know about her crush on Gilean which is good for everyone.
Role playing sample: Zekin stood on the cliff edge, less than an inch from the edge. His cold yellow wolf eyes he was famous for stared into the night. Long, pointed ears twitched slightly in the breeze. A wolf's tail was stiff as he concentrated on the scents of the night, nose in the air breathing deep. There was a good wind blowing and despite the fact he only wore a strange cloak made from a wolf's skin, a pair of ragged shorts, and a gold choker with odd runes on it he was not cold. The cloak seemed changed colors each time it moved, and in a way it was. The cloak would change between one fur of a wolf's to another. It wouldn't turn purple or such but still had a lot of variety. His tail was also like this, changing from wolf color to wolf color. His short, spiky hair had shades of green, black and brown. Like the rest of him it was dirty and messy, making him look like a wild beast. The cold grin on his face, showing unusually long fangs, only enforced this image. He was in the Forest Realm where he lived. Not in any particular place like Eredor and Kiari but all over, where ever he felt like staying for the time. It made him one of the hardest gods to find, especially since sometimes to make it even harder he left the Forest Realm. Though for the most part he stayed here being a nature god of sorts.
~What are you doing tonight Zekin?~ A strange voice said in his mind. He looked behind him and saw two wolves, both as tall as him on all fours. The giant wolves of the God Realms were his pack. They had two tails and fur could be any color unlike mortal wolves. They could die of old age and wounds but not disease and were very tough, much stronger, faster, and with better senses than normal wolves. They could also talk using their minds. These two were both males, one all black with a dark gray mask and belly, the other a light brown with white paws, tail tips, and ear tips. Sometimes when he favored a mortal enough he would give the mortal a pup from this pack to take care of him or her. The one that had spoken was the brown one, Der.
"Not sure." Zekin took a deep sniff of the air and smiled his cold, cruel smile. "Lily's here, and not in Kiari's den either."
~Your wish-mate?~ Wiol, the black one, said, using the term wolves used to describe those you had a crush on.
"Soon she'll be my real mate, let's go give her a visit and see is she's changed her mind." With that he leaped off the cliff. Behind him the wolves sprang over. They were about a mile up from the ground but none were worried. The fall couldn't hurt any of them. Before they landed Zekin got onto Wiol's back. They landed and took off like it had only been a small leap they had taken.
((Is that enough or do you want more?))
