Post by Kurai on Dec 20, 2006 19:07:11 GMT -5
{Alright, this is a rather old premade introduction and I shouldn't be posting it to represent my writing competence. But alas, I am far too lazy to type up a new piece of writing. Although, if you require it, this segment not impressing you at all, I will do so. Eww, and the eagle part seems a bit cheesy now. xP}
“Why am I not grieving?” Yadoko’s words hummed in his own ear lobes; each soft vowel and crisp consonant weaving in and out swiftly as his gold colored eyes gazed uselessly and lifelessly into the falsely solid oblivion all around him. It was useless, why was he still standing here? He could be making some sort of progress into some sort of goal. He supposed something like this, couldn’t just be shrugged off. But why did he not care at all? As if they had a mind of their own, his ears twirled and turned, listening for a sound; but caught none.
“Give it up already Yadoko.” He spun around to find the source of the words, but quickly found his answer. A pitiful chuckle escaped his lips, “Of course, insanity finally wants to place its grip on me.” But he was wrong, for it wasn’t exactly himself that spoke the words, but an alternate personality. He would learn about his other side a bit later, but at the moment, his mind was still trying to comprehend what had happened.
To understand the present, one must understand the beginning, so that is where I shall start. Yadoko was born into a rather pathetic pack, the alphas held no respect from the other wolves and it was as if there weren’t any ranks at all. Pups were slaughtered and trampled everyday, and everyday a mother would morn her child’s passing. The hunters of the pack would rarely ever bring the food back to the others; instead, they would just eat it themselves, and continue on their way. So when his father died, his mother, Sauri, took him and his only living sister, Sinsha, to a tall cliff, and dropped them into it’s depths; trying to get rid of everything that reminded her of her mate. But fate hadn’t planned an end of the two cubs so early, other things were in mind. The two, luckily ended up landing on the back of an eagle. This eagle, named Raidon, became their protector, feeding them, and keeping them safe from harm’s way.
As they got older though, so did Raidon, and he ended up dying of old age. After grieving his death respectfully, Sinsha and Yadoko continued on their paths. Although, their personalities never complied with one another, and at first, it was just a small issue, immature fighting about which way to turn, and whether to dig a den for the night, or stay in an already made cave. But things became worse. You see, Sinsha was what one might call: a smart alek. Always, playing tricks, and altering the truth when it would get her out of trouble. But Yadoko, was very serious about life, and never did anything without sensible reasoning. And one day, Sinsha pulled Yadoko’s string a bit too much, and in a blind rage, Yadoko charged after her and bit until his fangs tasted blood, and clawed until his claws felt flesh. No matter how loud she screamed, he kept it up. Until finally, he realized what he was doing.
Horrified, he listened to her cries for mercy, and helped her to her feet. “My sight has left me, I can’t see a thing! What is wrong? Fix it, fix my eyes please big brother!” But there was nothing he could do. His next action might not seem logical to you, but inside of himself, he knew it was the only way to be forgiven. In devotion to his sister, he ripped into his eyes, tearing his ability of sight away from himself. The last thing he ever saw was his sister, crying in agony.
A few weeks later, he found her body in the forest. She just gave up hope, life wasn’t good enough for her any more he supposed. But he would never really know the real reason. It was now, more than ever, that he cherished life, realizing its importance. And with that thought, a nod of his head, and a rustle of his tail, he left her dead body, with the goal of making a life, becoming someone.
His paws continued their incessant arrangement, which managed to tug at his form, advancing him forth. He trudged through the light dew below his feet in peace, for even though his sister had left him, he was thankful of the weather. Anyone in their sane mind would enjoy themselves in such surroundings. The air held that delightful crisp taste, yet the sun managed to give you that pleasantly enjoyable warm feel. He was use to the hard fact of either being bitten by the cold, or having the sun shoot horrible rays onto his back. But things were some how different here, and he liked that fact. As he continued, he approached a terrain line, and let out a rather pathetic laugh. He wasn’t going to go through this, after all he had been through, he just didn’t care about alphas or packs. It just didn’t matter anymore. As he carelessly trampled over the imaginary line, he approached a ___ hued wolf. There was something about the air that told him this. And so, in curiosity, he approached; awaiting a reaction. But he didn't expect the most delightful reaction of course. You see, Kurai wields the type of appearance that makes others repulse. What I am trying to describe, is brought up from his scarred body, and ragged fur. When one looks at him, one fears him, yet pities him. His aura states that he is a sad being living in a world his own mind has created. Which is why he is commonly labeled a lunatic on first glance. His pelt use to possess a silk like, healthy shine, but through years of harsh weather, years of petty fights, and just plain years of life, have worn it down greatly. It is now always ruffled, and/or positioned in some weird way. His eyes, as useless as they are, still possess color. Quite abstract and bold color strangely enough, ever since a young pup, the vivid coloring given to him never deteriorated away. A rather creative swirl of brown and gold encircle the pupil, whilst a light tad of green dots around the edge of the iris. Although the goldish tint being the dominant color.
As he await the response, he shifted his weight to a more comfortable position.
The unremitting essence of a voice entered his ears, persisting onwards until it had entwined stably around his lobes. A howl soon followed but it was best to address issues in the order of which they came. “To be lost would be more than I deserve.” The words echoed and hummed through his throat, continuing after a brief second, “No, I am simply traveling. I hope you don’t find it as rude, but I’d appreciate it if you’d unveil to me your status as friend or foe.” After speaking, he almost repositioned into a sit, but them assumed it’d be seen as disrespect. A bit annoyed, he continued standing.
“Why am I not grieving?” Yadoko’s words hummed in his own ear lobes; each soft vowel and crisp consonant weaving in and out swiftly as his gold colored eyes gazed uselessly and lifelessly into the falsely solid oblivion all around him. It was useless, why was he still standing here? He could be making some sort of progress into some sort of goal. He supposed something like this, couldn’t just be shrugged off. But why did he not care at all? As if they had a mind of their own, his ears twirled and turned, listening for a sound; but caught none.
“Give it up already Yadoko.” He spun around to find the source of the words, but quickly found his answer. A pitiful chuckle escaped his lips, “Of course, insanity finally wants to place its grip on me.” But he was wrong, for it wasn’t exactly himself that spoke the words, but an alternate personality. He would learn about his other side a bit later, but at the moment, his mind was still trying to comprehend what had happened.
To understand the present, one must understand the beginning, so that is where I shall start. Yadoko was born into a rather pathetic pack, the alphas held no respect from the other wolves and it was as if there weren’t any ranks at all. Pups were slaughtered and trampled everyday, and everyday a mother would morn her child’s passing. The hunters of the pack would rarely ever bring the food back to the others; instead, they would just eat it themselves, and continue on their way. So when his father died, his mother, Sauri, took him and his only living sister, Sinsha, to a tall cliff, and dropped them into it’s depths; trying to get rid of everything that reminded her of her mate. But fate hadn’t planned an end of the two cubs so early, other things were in mind. The two, luckily ended up landing on the back of an eagle. This eagle, named Raidon, became their protector, feeding them, and keeping them safe from harm’s way.
As they got older though, so did Raidon, and he ended up dying of old age. After grieving his death respectfully, Sinsha and Yadoko continued on their paths. Although, their personalities never complied with one another, and at first, it was just a small issue, immature fighting about which way to turn, and whether to dig a den for the night, or stay in an already made cave. But things became worse. You see, Sinsha was what one might call: a smart alek. Always, playing tricks, and altering the truth when it would get her out of trouble. But Yadoko, was very serious about life, and never did anything without sensible reasoning. And one day, Sinsha pulled Yadoko’s string a bit too much, and in a blind rage, Yadoko charged after her and bit until his fangs tasted blood, and clawed until his claws felt flesh. No matter how loud she screamed, he kept it up. Until finally, he realized what he was doing.
Horrified, he listened to her cries for mercy, and helped her to her feet. “My sight has left me, I can’t see a thing! What is wrong? Fix it, fix my eyes please big brother!” But there was nothing he could do. His next action might not seem logical to you, but inside of himself, he knew it was the only way to be forgiven. In devotion to his sister, he ripped into his eyes, tearing his ability of sight away from himself. The last thing he ever saw was his sister, crying in agony.
A few weeks later, he found her body in the forest. She just gave up hope, life wasn’t good enough for her any more he supposed. But he would never really know the real reason. It was now, more than ever, that he cherished life, realizing its importance. And with that thought, a nod of his head, and a rustle of his tail, he left her dead body, with the goal of making a life, becoming someone.
His paws continued their incessant arrangement, which managed to tug at his form, advancing him forth. He trudged through the light dew below his feet in peace, for even though his sister had left him, he was thankful of the weather. Anyone in their sane mind would enjoy themselves in such surroundings. The air held that delightful crisp taste, yet the sun managed to give you that pleasantly enjoyable warm feel. He was use to the hard fact of either being bitten by the cold, or having the sun shoot horrible rays onto his back. But things were some how different here, and he liked that fact. As he continued, he approached a terrain line, and let out a rather pathetic laugh. He wasn’t going to go through this, after all he had been through, he just didn’t care about alphas or packs. It just didn’t matter anymore. As he carelessly trampled over the imaginary line, he approached a ___ hued wolf. There was something about the air that told him this. And so, in curiosity, he approached; awaiting a reaction. But he didn't expect the most delightful reaction of course. You see, Kurai wields the type of appearance that makes others repulse. What I am trying to describe, is brought up from his scarred body, and ragged fur. When one looks at him, one fears him, yet pities him. His aura states that he is a sad being living in a world his own mind has created. Which is why he is commonly labeled a lunatic on first glance. His pelt use to possess a silk like, healthy shine, but through years of harsh weather, years of petty fights, and just plain years of life, have worn it down greatly. It is now always ruffled, and/or positioned in some weird way. His eyes, as useless as they are, still possess color. Quite abstract and bold color strangely enough, ever since a young pup, the vivid coloring given to him never deteriorated away. A rather creative swirl of brown and gold encircle the pupil, whilst a light tad of green dots around the edge of the iris. Although the goldish tint being the dominant color.
As he await the response, he shifted his weight to a more comfortable position.
The unremitting essence of a voice entered his ears, persisting onwards until it had entwined stably around his lobes. A howl soon followed but it was best to address issues in the order of which they came. “To be lost would be more than I deserve.” The words echoed and hummed through his throat, continuing after a brief second, “No, I am simply traveling. I hope you don’t find it as rude, but I’d appreciate it if you’d unveil to me your status as friend or foe.” After speaking, he almost repositioned into a sit, but them assumed it’d be seen as disrespect. A bit annoyed, he continued standing.
