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Name: Warden
Species: Brillurk
Age (Time since taking form): 5 years
Gender: Genderless, prefers male pronouns.
Size: As big as a black bear.
Likes: Swamps, overcast days, fireflies, spiritual energy, lightning
Dislikes: Humans, sunlight, open spaces
Home: A cave behind a small trickling waterfall in the woods.
Warden prefers to scare away potential threats rather than hide from them. He watches over his woods diligently, keeping the balance of nature. He feeds off of the energies of fear, meditation, and superstition.
*Changes: I'm changing his design in that he does not have those white dots, and his tummy is actually slightly buff and not rounded.
INFO ABOUT BRILLURKS: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19301583/
Warden was a truly unique beast, and one of impressive size and presence. He was very easily the size of a full grown bear but bore no resemblance to any creature of these woods. His massive claws at the end of powerful arms had always aided him in any and all endeavors that called for strength and deadly force, while his thick legs and toned torso made him a very sturdy and impressive specimen of health power. His most interesting feature however was very likely to be the delicate looking little lantern that could always be found clutched tightly in his long and dexterous tail. The little lantern contained a small glowing orb that was his true self. His kind were born as small brilliant little globes of light and it was only after one had collected and earned enough energy, could the orb manifest into his now intimidating form. This orb was his very life and all that he was, meaning it must always be protected at all costs, which had never been a difficult feat for Warden.
He had stood guard over his woods for some five years now, his woods as he saw them anyway; and why shouldn’t they be his? He had guarded these rocks after all, these ancient elms and pines, these fireflies and deer. They were all under his protection all this time and he had grown to cherish the entire wood as if it were his own kin. His love and devotion had never gone unrequited, and the forest had always repaid his work with ample food, a perfect hidden cave in which he could seek refuge, a thick canopy to shield him from the suns garish and unforgiving rays, and several large swamps in which he could forage and find peace. Yes, Warden had truly lived up to his name and he never wanted for much. A truly perfect life for such an odd and elusive beast.
As the years ebbed by, many humans came traipsing through his woods and Warden always made good use of their bold and unrelenting intrusions. He thrived off of their fears and superstitions, something he could not pry from the simple creatures that shared his home, and so saw their presence as a mixed blessing of sorts. He did truly hate the brutish and ignorant beats, these humans. Always trespassing in his sanctum for their own selfish desires and morbid curiosities, never showing any care or respect for the delicate balance of the forest. It was his distaste for these beings that gave him solace in his pranks and tricks that he very often played on their minds in order to feed greedily from their weaknesses.
He often enjoyed finding dimly lit camps of teenagers staked out in the woods in the dead of night in search of the ‘spirits of the forest’ that they heard in local legends. He reveled in the sounds of their racing hearts as he crept in the darkness…snapping twigs beneath his large feet…making deep bellowing and guttural calls into the thick black night. He basked in the intoxicating scent of their fears as they exchanged panicked whispers while he let his glowing eyes peer at them from the dense brush. He never hurt them, no, he was a gentle beast, but he did terrify the, to feed from those invisible and alluring pheromones until they inevitably fled for their lives. This exciting little scene played out for him time and time and time again, but it always ended the same: with a blissful satisfaction and a good night’s sleep in his home with the sounds of the forest to lull him off to the world of his dreams.
Artist is ForestFright
Brillurks are a closed species by ForestFright.
Story is written by Kristen Lane!
Warden belongs to me.
Species: Brillurk
Age (Time since taking form): 5 years
Gender: Genderless, prefers male pronouns.
Size: As big as a black bear.
Likes: Swamps, overcast days, fireflies, spiritual energy, lightning
Dislikes: Humans, sunlight, open spaces
Home: A cave behind a small trickling waterfall in the woods.
Warden prefers to scare away potential threats rather than hide from them. He watches over his woods diligently, keeping the balance of nature. He feeds off of the energies of fear, meditation, and superstition.
*Changes: I'm changing his design in that he does not have those white dots, and his tummy is actually slightly buff and not rounded.
INFO ABOUT BRILLURKS: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19301583/
Warden was a truly unique beast, and one of impressive size and presence. He was very easily the size of a full grown bear but bore no resemblance to any creature of these woods. His massive claws at the end of powerful arms had always aided him in any and all endeavors that called for strength and deadly force, while his thick legs and toned torso made him a very sturdy and impressive specimen of health power. His most interesting feature however was very likely to be the delicate looking little lantern that could always be found clutched tightly in his long and dexterous tail. The little lantern contained a small glowing orb that was his true self. His kind were born as small brilliant little globes of light and it was only after one had collected and earned enough energy, could the orb manifest into his now intimidating form. This orb was his very life and all that he was, meaning it must always be protected at all costs, which had never been a difficult feat for Warden.
He had stood guard over his woods for some five years now, his woods as he saw them anyway; and why shouldn’t they be his? He had guarded these rocks after all, these ancient elms and pines, these fireflies and deer. They were all under his protection all this time and he had grown to cherish the entire wood as if it were his own kin. His love and devotion had never gone unrequited, and the forest had always repaid his work with ample food, a perfect hidden cave in which he could seek refuge, a thick canopy to shield him from the suns garish and unforgiving rays, and several large swamps in which he could forage and find peace. Yes, Warden had truly lived up to his name and he never wanted for much. A truly perfect life for such an odd and elusive beast.
As the years ebbed by, many humans came traipsing through his woods and Warden always made good use of their bold and unrelenting intrusions. He thrived off of their fears and superstitions, something he could not pry from the simple creatures that shared his home, and so saw their presence as a mixed blessing of sorts. He did truly hate the brutish and ignorant beats, these humans. Always trespassing in his sanctum for their own selfish desires and morbid curiosities, never showing any care or respect for the delicate balance of the forest. It was his distaste for these beings that gave him solace in his pranks and tricks that he very often played on their minds in order to feed greedily from their weaknesses.
He often enjoyed finding dimly lit camps of teenagers staked out in the woods in the dead of night in search of the ‘spirits of the forest’ that they heard in local legends. He reveled in the sounds of their racing hearts as he crept in the darkness…snapping twigs beneath his large feet…making deep bellowing and guttural calls into the thick black night. He basked in the intoxicating scent of their fears as they exchanged panicked whispers while he let his glowing eyes peer at them from the dense brush. He never hurt them, no, he was a gentle beast, but he did terrify the, to feed from those invisible and alluring pheromones until they inevitably fled for their lives. This exciting little scene played out for him time and time and time again, but it always ended the same: with a blissful satisfaction and a good night’s sleep in his home with the sounds of the forest to lull him off to the world of his dreams.
Artist is ForestFright
Brillurks are a closed species by ForestFright.
Story is written by Kristen Lane!
Warden belongs to me.
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File Size 338.7 kB
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