AGALLOCH

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NO LIES CAN SPREAD FROM A TONGUE REMOVED.

ARCHDRUID OF THE GROVE. or, alpha. wounds of his own making that do not close, thorns throughout him like a barbed wire disease. ALWAYS SO HUNGRY BUT NEVER QUITE FULL, it is not gluttony but blood right. it is not murder, but ritual. the crows follow; he is known.

   IC =/= OOC.
i'm trying my hand at Furcadia roleplay again, but have had bad experiences in the past with others conflating in character actions with out of character feelings. i am not agalloch, agalloch is not me. if this issue arises, i will drop the RP.
   NO NSFW.
this should go without saying, but i will not roleplay feral nsfw with you. if this is something you think is okay to roleplay, do not bother even contacting me for RP or speaking to me OOCly.
   no consent required.
you can do whatever your heart pleases to this guy. he's a rotten, wretched character who honestly deserves to get his shit rocked. allo is very much available as a villain and with plotting can be utilized as such in any way you might need.

   about the writer.
hello!! my name is morgan (or moe) and i am a 26 year old gender non-conforming individual that lives in the pacific northwest of the united states. i am very much an aspiring illustrator and writer and have loved to RP as a hobby since i was very young. i've been on furcadia off and on since i was 10 and recently got back into the swing of things, particularly to try feral RP for the first time. i am very, very DM and whisper friendly! if you need or want something or want to be pals, please reach out!
   please note.
i'm not always available. for this i am very sorry! i am going to do my best to be present, but i am a critter in recovery and some days i simply can't do it. you are always welcome to invite me to RP, through DMs or if i'm in the OOC. i am extremely whisper and DM friendly. but some days are more grey than others as i'm sure most can understand. thank you. <3

basically: moe, any pronouns, 26, (GMT-7). scribbler and mega-weirdo. whisper me on furcadia or add me on discord at   snooterkin.  

name.       Agalloch
nicknames.       Allo
gender.       male, masculine, he/it
sexuality.       ?
age.       7 winters.
occupation.       alpha of the grove.
birthplace.       a cold mountainside.
current residence.       elk falls
voice.       mads mikkelsen
positive.       intelligent, driven, affectionate
neutral.       disciplined, hungry.
negative traits.       manipulative, VIOLENT, LIAR.
likes.       snow, meat, the hunt.
dislikes.       constriction,
hobbies.       collecting friends.
eyes.       polar blue
fur.       varying shades of black and grey
build.       long, lanky, apparently underfed.
modifications.       none to tell.
playlist.       click here
moodboard.       CLICK HERE.

001   :   THE GROVE.      this pack is one shrouded in mystery. the admission to their territory is nearly impossible to gain, with trespassers into even the outskirts being summarily dealt with. to join as a pack member one must complete certain rites to prove their commitment, and to request consideration one must first find and meet the wolf known as agalloch.the darkened and thorny hollow in which the pack resides is obscured and near-impossible to locate, but around it like a thin mist is the strong, iron scent of blood as well as nearly the palpable sense of intense fear. when one draws close, it is as though hands reach through the body to ensnare and squeeze the heart directly; most are repelled by this alone.agalloch is welcoming to those who seek him, but highly scrutinizing as the alpha of the grove. halflings and mutts welcome, as well as nearly any other species. he can be contacted by chance, directly, as he does roam, or via the grapevine through those closest to him to arrange a meeting.

PERSONALITY  :   IN WHAT WAY DO YOU MOVE?      HISTORY   :   FROM WHERE DO YOU COME?      trees line the place but they are blasted to bone by cold. they reach to the sky like flailing spider's legs, too skinny, almost barren of branches. he walked underneath them confident and blind, wind always at his back. it killed everything it touched, everyone he knew. red was the only color that mattered to him. it meant he would live. -- wip

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