Post by darkdemonic on Aug 19, 2006 10:09:22 GMT -5
I walk this earth cursed: Diablo
My pelt is stained: Dark grey atop pale grey, my belly and mask is white. I am muscled, even for my tender age. I am handsome, even for my few days upon this earth.
My eyes glow: Yellow
I decend from: Mirage, the wolf and Dashnu, the Siberian husky
I have wandered: 6 moons
I travel in the form of: a brute, brujo, or male
I have seen:
A strange sound echoed across the forest. Across the dark tree tops that glistened with the new snow of winter. The cold air bit at a young pups nose. He held himself defiant to the rest of the world, his shoulder's proud and his head held high.
He saw a wolf below him fall, her lovely white pelt blending with the thin encrustment of snow around her. He blinked. There had been a sound smiliar to thunder as she fell. Something like the breaking of ice apon a river too. He didn't know what it was, but whatever it had been. It had silenced the wolf below him, forever.
He didn't whimper, didn't run like the rest of them. Just watched as another creature ran up to the white femmora. The creature was gray and it's tail curled up over it's back. What was it? A strange wolf? The wolf-creature halted at the wolf's body and let out a cry of agony, of pain and torture. It wailed for a long time before settling down next to the white wolf.
The wind blew towards the wolf pup, he lifted his nose and read the tales it brought him. He glanced down at the pair of creatures. He blinked again, his yellow eyes suddenly clouded with grief and anguish. His mother, Mirage lay in the snow, her neck bleeding and her eyes staring sightlessly up into the gray sky above. She was dead.
But who was the creature that lay beside her, cleaning her wound as if he was her brothe or mate? Who was he? Who dared to touch his dead mother? Who?
The wolf pup let out a cry of anger. He howled his first real howl, something that should've happened months later. He snarled and leapt down the slope howling. He halted snarling at his opponent. They locked eyes. Both burning with surprise and grief. The eyes, thought the little wolf, they are mine! It was true, the eyes of the wolf-creature were the same mustard yellow. The little wolf howled in disbelief he snarled and spun around begining to run.
He ran far, farther than he thought was possible. He was so full of anger, so full of pain. Why? His mother kept a secret from him. She never told him his father wasn't was a wolf! How dare she! He couldn't trust anyone now. His siblings were as good as dead, and himself. They were worthless, they were half-breeds, not real wolves. It would never be the same. That the little wolf knew.....
My brain is tainted with: Painted with pain. I am cruel and heartless as the demon of death. I am young, yes, but I have seen my family. I am brave and loyal to whoever I choose to be. I am stubborn and moody, agressive and ambitous. I am quiet and deep. Kindness haunts inside of me, but I dare not let it loose, it has to stay within me, beside it's sister, love. I have no soul, I sold it to become a true wolf. I will be a true wolf, not half like my father and mother made me. I will be better than them. I will be Diablo
My pelt is stained: Dark grey atop pale grey, my belly and mask is white. I am muscled, even for my tender age. I am handsome, even for my few days upon this earth.
My eyes glow: Yellow
I decend from: Mirage, the wolf and Dashnu, the Siberian husky
I have wandered: 6 moons
I travel in the form of: a brute, brujo, or male
I have seen:
A strange sound echoed across the forest. Across the dark tree tops that glistened with the new snow of winter. The cold air bit at a young pups nose. He held himself defiant to the rest of the world, his shoulder's proud and his head held high.
He saw a wolf below him fall, her lovely white pelt blending with the thin encrustment of snow around her. He blinked. There had been a sound smiliar to thunder as she fell. Something like the breaking of ice apon a river too. He didn't know what it was, but whatever it had been. It had silenced the wolf below him, forever.
He didn't whimper, didn't run like the rest of them. Just watched as another creature ran up to the white femmora. The creature was gray and it's tail curled up over it's back. What was it? A strange wolf? The wolf-creature halted at the wolf's body and let out a cry of agony, of pain and torture. It wailed for a long time before settling down next to the white wolf.
The wind blew towards the wolf pup, he lifted his nose and read the tales it brought him. He glanced down at the pair of creatures. He blinked again, his yellow eyes suddenly clouded with grief and anguish. His mother, Mirage lay in the snow, her neck bleeding and her eyes staring sightlessly up into the gray sky above. She was dead.
But who was the creature that lay beside her, cleaning her wound as if he was her brothe or mate? Who was he? Who dared to touch his dead mother? Who?
The wolf pup let out a cry of anger. He howled his first real howl, something that should've happened months later. He snarled and leapt down the slope howling. He halted snarling at his opponent. They locked eyes. Both burning with surprise and grief. The eyes, thought the little wolf, they are mine! It was true, the eyes of the wolf-creature were the same mustard yellow. The little wolf howled in disbelief he snarled and spun around begining to run.
He ran far, farther than he thought was possible. He was so full of anger, so full of pain. Why? His mother kept a secret from him. She never told him his father wasn't was a wolf! How dare she! He couldn't trust anyone now. His siblings were as good as dead, and himself. They were worthless, they were half-breeds, not real wolves. It would never be the same. That the little wolf knew.....
My brain is tainted with: Painted with pain. I am cruel and heartless as the demon of death. I am young, yes, but I have seen my family. I am brave and loyal to whoever I choose to be. I am stubborn and moody, agressive and ambitous. I am quiet and deep. Kindness haunts inside of me, but I dare not let it loose, it has to stay within me, beside it's sister, love. I have no soul, I sold it to become a true wolf. I will be a true wolf, not half like my father and mother made me. I will be better than them. I will be Diablo
ooc: sorry not so good but oh well....