His is a body of sleek perfection, clearly in athletic prime, all smooth curves of muscle over a well-proportioned frame, overlaid in soft, pale fur. Silken white fur is interrupted by golden-cream extremeties and brighter gold tattoos, crawling tastefully over his face and a small smattering of scars on his shoulder and forelimb. His eyes are keenly intelligent, though their sunlit warmth is easier to detect; a forelock of hair falls charmingly into his face, and he flashes a smile, a come-hither look that could melt the weaker hearts. He's beautiful, a piece of skilled craftsmanship, and every move he makes shows that he is keenly aware of it.
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| -Satin- Relation: Grandfather They barely knew each other most of Satin's life; once he picked up his part-time messenger job, Satin began to know his grandfather slightly better, and developed a relationship with him that was, if nothing else, unique. He also developed a close bond to his cousin, Satin's young son, and has taken him under his wing.
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| Born the middle child and eldest male of four, Solaires was quickly distinguished by his unnaturally good looks and sociable nature. Half-demon by birth, Solaires was nonetheless good-natured, an undying optimist with a fierce love of the sun and the wind, and an eternal extrovert. Standing out brightly against his malicious eldest sister, mute and philisophical elder brother, and moody, untrusting twin, Solaires was fawned over by strangers all his life. And it was, perhaps, a natural reaction to his almost ethereal beauty. Holding the white pelt of his grandfather, Satin, the balance and poise of his mother Snowy, and the ruggedly handsome features of his father Cyphiro. His siblings were not so enthralled. Faeori merely fell into his philisophical prison, ignoring Solaires completely; Kaeerah left the family at an early age, and Solaires barely knew her. Lungaia, his twin and opposite in every way, found him annoying at best, and utterly loathesome at worst. And so, at a very early age, Solaires began wandering--discovering his passions: running and flirting.
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[Adulthood] The lupe grew restless, and bored of his childhood pasttimes; despite himself, he felt loneliness and the urge to see Laya...and when, one day, he stood to go for his morning run, it was a quiet hope that he would run into her. After a long absence, Solaires managed to regain his control and his mind, and shove Satyrias, the demon, out of his body. The demon was later killed by Faeori, although Solaires was unaware of it at the time; he was interested only in finding Laya and making it up to her. Miraculously, she accepted him back, and they resumed a relationship that, if lacking a certain degree of passion, was steadily picking up love and tenderness. Solaires eventually found himself overcome by depression, however. He realized that he was totally useless to his pack and something of a joke; he was overcome by shame at what he had allowed to happen to his son; and he faced the inevitable knowledge of his fading beauty and athleticism, and grew terrified that Laya would either leave him when he lost his prime, or be broken hearted at its onset. Either way, he could not stand the idea of it, and attempted suicide; this failed gloriously, and he fell back into the accepting and loving arms of his mate, who was willing to see him through his difficulties--an impressive step of maturity from the beginning of their relationship. Newly pregnant and determined to make things work, the couple set out to wandering, picking up vestiges of their old life. Solaires vowed to become a responsible father, which meant in part owning up to Larson what had happened, as painful as it would be for him. Then they would begin a lifestyle of leisurely travelling, stopping for extended periods in various pack lands to freeload and mingle. It was here that Solaires picked up the job of liason; it was a natural choice, considering his gifts as a sprinter and his social nature. So he would carry announcements from one pack to another, and enjoy his life on the sidelines in the meanwhile. He also found a suitable hobby to replace his old days of femme-chasing. Spending time with the Fire Eagles showed him a steady stream of young lupes who could benefit from his talents. He offered his services to anyone who was interested--teaching teenagers how to attract and woo the opposite sex, and enjoying the vicarious rewards of match-making. Life was beginning to look up.
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| "Everyone needs to be loved. Especially when they don't deserve it." "When You're On Top"
"Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. "Yes" is the answer."
"I have not failed. I have just found ten thousand ways that will not work."
"Life In the Fast Lane"
"Always remember to pillage BEFORE you burn."
"System"
"Sometimes I find myself making love to my own misfortune."
"Little Red Riding Hood"
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