Name: Akiada<br/><br/>Age: 23<br/><br/>Gender: Male<br/><br/>Pred or Prey: Both, though mostly Prey. He may be able to Pred something weaker than himself (or is willing) if he's so inclined.<br/><br/>Willing Or Not: Unwilling (though he would<span style="font-style: italic">probably</span>be semi-willing in the case of an unharmful pass-through - but due to the nature of the forest and death in it, he'd never be able to remember that he can't really die and would be unwilling in any seemingly-fatal vore situation..)<br/><br/>Species/Race: Wolf<br/><br/>Vore: Any and all<br/><br/>Vored: Any and all<br/><br/>Sex?/Sexual Preference: Bisexual<br/><br/>Weakness: Has no powers of any sort (beyond his newfound vorish capabilities). He's entirely dependant on his physical abilities and intellect to get him out of any problems he may encounter. He also has a tendancy of being easily manipulated with sex.<br/><br/>Description: An athletically built, white-furred wolf who stands around 5'8" tall, with bright yellow eyes and a (usually) friendly and inquisitive expression. The clothing he was wearing when he ended up in the Lied Forest was a simple pair of washed-out, worn jeans and a similarly simplistic generic blac T-shirt. He is an intensely curious and exploratory sort, always eager to learn. His body is largely a result of that - lean and well-trained for running and jumping to get to various places the wolf may want to stick his nose. And to get away if anyone takes offense at his excessive curiousity.<br/><br/>Extra Info: Also has a few notebooks and pencils that fell with him and his bed.<br/><br/>It had been a long day when Akiada finally decided to call it a night. He stumbled into his room, bothering only to push his notebooks and writing utensils to the far edge of the bed before slumping onto it. He'd been out exploring just a little too extensively and every muscle in his body ached and cried out for rest, something he was all too ready to supply them with now. The wolf was out cold in under a half minute.<br/><br/>He awoke to the sound of the wind whistling in his ears. "Huh?" he asked, groggily, lifting his head. It took a few moments for his vision to adjust, and he yelped at what he saw, scrambling up his bed and holding tight onto the headboard. "Oh, oh shit!"he cried out, watching the approaching ground. This couldn't be real, it couldn't be possible. He closed his eyes, trying hard to wake up.<br/><br/>Thud. The bed landed. Incredibly, he was unharmed. Equally incredibly, it didn't seem like he<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>dreaming. Because he reasoned if he knew he was dreaming, then he would have to be lucidly dreaming - and if he was lucid dreaming, then he should be able to do all sorts of things. The woodsy terrain however resisted his attempts at turning it into the city he was familiar with. Or putting wings on his bed. Or giving him something useful to defend himself with.<br/><br/>"Balls," he muttered, climbing out of bed, grabbing a notebook and pencil. "Well, this is a fine pickle I've got myself into. Uh, somehow. The woods? Seriously? Who? What?<span style="font-style: italic">How</span>?<span style="font-weight: bold">WHY?</span>" he asked no one in particular. "I can't have pissed someone off so much to deserve an elaborate scheme, can I?"<br/><br/>He opened his notebook and looked around for landmarks. He quickly noted the huge mountain very near to his location and sketched it into the middle of his page - he could eraser and redraw that later once he could get a better feel for the lay of the land. He realized it would also be the best place to get a look at the area and started to walk in the direction of the moutain. Maybe he could find a ranger station or something, too...