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<li data-xf-list-type="ol">I am willing to play opposite a male or female character. However, if you are playing a male character, then any romance that happens within this roleplay is going to be <i>very</i> slow as I'm unfamiliar with writing MxM stories. </li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">This is a supernatural roleplay. Griffin is a werewolf. </li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Please be capable of writing multiple paragraphs if you decide to pursue this roleplay. </li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Despite this being a supernatural roleplay, please play a character with a human form.</li>
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</div><span style="font-family:Alegreya Sans">Wanderer. Meanderer. Murderer. Protector. Warrior. Defender. <br/>
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All those words could adequately describe the man that was Griffin Kotarth, but none of them could also be said of the wolf whose body carried his mind. A gray pelt decorated his flanks, his head, his legs, his muzzle, his tail… and none of it marked him as human in any way. That’s because at the moment and for the last seven years, he hadn’t been human and it wasn’t something he himself could fix. Hell, he couldn’t even think for himself in his current form. Animal instincts overrode every trait that made him who he was and whatever conscious thoughts remained were unable to be acted upon. It was as though those thoughts simply didn’t exist at all. <br/>
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One paw hit the ground followed by another. The feeling of the forest floor was familiar to him by now. He knew what was a leaf, what was a twig, what was a rock and what was just dirt beneath him. Sometimes, when he really needed something to occupy his thoughts, he would count how many of each he felt with increasing steps. It was a distraction at the very least. <br/>
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However, now was not one of those “sometimes”. <br/>
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Now was one of those times where Griffin was trying his damnedest to try to direct the wolf that was his body. He’d managed before to varying degrees of success and right now, he still wasn’t sure how close he would get. Wolves, by nature, feared humans and everything that they stood for. So his wolf being didn’t want to go anywhere near the little town that sat nearby. However, that didn’t mean Griffin wanted to avoid it. His footsteps hadn’t carried him this close to it since the end of the war and somewhere inside the wolf form that he was trapped within, Griffin still cared. He wanted to know that the town had survived the end of the slaughter. <br/>
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Maybe he had family there. He couldn’t quite remember. That was another thing that made his current form difficult to sustain. The longer he remained within it, the more his memories faded. The concept that he had been human once still remained, though, and he hoped that it was a concept he would never lose. </span>