Post by Tourniquet on Aug 6, 2006 13:40:19 GMT -5
Age: 3 Winters
Gender: Male
Pack: Koran
Position: Sikla
Personality: As cold as any comes Tourniquet has been labeled as an insane wolf with no morals or value of life, if fact he actually has value of all life and is quite sane . Due to many mishaps in his life he has grown distant and cold to others mainly seeking to be alone and undisturbed though he does enjoy compony from time to time, even on his own he can hunt and track well but has a short temper and often that is what makes him lose his prey
Coat: Mixes of grey and black with hues of a dark navy blue along his back and tail
History: As a cub he was born into a litter of 5 and unfortunetly was the runt of the litter thus making him a little weak, his pack was a tough and Savage one called the Harushi. His father never seemed to like Tourn much nor did his siblings as they constantly ignored the cub forcing him to play on his own in the dark forests his pack dwelled within.
As he grew he became colder due to the rough treatment of his pack that h had recieved but they never left a scar on him and instead only alianated him to make him anti social and silent, the traits of a Sikla actually was what they were breeding into him when he was actually far from that position.
2 Years had passed before the Drappa, his mother, was found dead at the bottom of a cliff. Only one had seen her fall and that was the lead hunter and he had said it was more like she jumped and ended her life of her own choice, the Dragga was furious at this and demanded to know why his mate would do this. The hunter told him that she had said something about tourniquet before she jumped and that the pup had appeared as she said it.
Hearing this Tourn's father turned on him and began to fight with him causing savage wounds to the cub before Tourn sank his fangs into his father's neck in self defense giving him a lethal wound that made him drop back. Horrified by what he had done Tourn then bolted from his pack as the others chased after him looking for revenge for what he had done to their Dragga and Drappa, they blamed him for his mother's death.
Tourn had managed to get away but was now exiled from the only home he knew of, without a word or even a sign that he cared he continued to move on and was determined to survive wether with or without a pack. Unknown to him was that a phantom Varg that had been created from this nightmare of a mmory would forever taunt him in his mind until he finally managed to close the bleeding wounds of his past.
Quote: If you cannot understand my silance
How can you understand my words?
Gender: Male
Pack: Koran
Position: Sikla
Personality: As cold as any comes Tourniquet has been labeled as an insane wolf with no morals or value of life, if fact he actually has value of all life and is quite sane . Due to many mishaps in his life he has grown distant and cold to others mainly seeking to be alone and undisturbed though he does enjoy compony from time to time, even on his own he can hunt and track well but has a short temper and often that is what makes him lose his prey
Coat: Mixes of grey and black with hues of a dark navy blue along his back and tail
History: As a cub he was born into a litter of 5 and unfortunetly was the runt of the litter thus making him a little weak, his pack was a tough and Savage one called the Harushi. His father never seemed to like Tourn much nor did his siblings as they constantly ignored the cub forcing him to play on his own in the dark forests his pack dwelled within.
As he grew he became colder due to the rough treatment of his pack that h had recieved but they never left a scar on him and instead only alianated him to make him anti social and silent, the traits of a Sikla actually was what they were breeding into him when he was actually far from that position.
2 Years had passed before the Drappa, his mother, was found dead at the bottom of a cliff. Only one had seen her fall and that was the lead hunter and he had said it was more like she jumped and ended her life of her own choice, the Dragga was furious at this and demanded to know why his mate would do this. The hunter told him that she had said something about tourniquet before she jumped and that the pup had appeared as she said it.
Hearing this Tourn's father turned on him and began to fight with him causing savage wounds to the cub before Tourn sank his fangs into his father's neck in self defense giving him a lethal wound that made him drop back. Horrified by what he had done Tourn then bolted from his pack as the others chased after him looking for revenge for what he had done to their Dragga and Drappa, they blamed him for his mother's death.
Tourn had managed to get away but was now exiled from the only home he knew of, without a word or even a sign that he cared he continued to move on and was determined to survive wether with or without a pack. Unknown to him was that a phantom Varg that had been created from this nightmare of a mmory would forever taunt him in his mind until he finally managed to close the bleeding wounds of his past.
Quote: If you cannot understand my silance
How can you understand my words?
~Song~
I tried to kill the pain,
But only brought more.
(So much more)
I lay dying,
And I'm pouring, crimson regret, and betrayal.
I'm dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
And Screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved ?
Am I too lost ?
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
Do you remember me ?
Lost for so long.
Will you be on the other side ?
Will you forgive me ?
I'm dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
And Screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved ?
Am I too lost ?
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
(Return to me salvation)
(I want to DIE!)
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My wounds cry for the grave.
My soul cries, for deliverance.
Will I be denied ?
Christ! Tourniquet! My suicide.
I tried to kill the pain,
But only brought more.
(So much more)
I lay dying,
And I'm pouring, crimson regret, and betrayal.
I'm dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
And Screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved ?
Am I too lost ?
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
Do you remember me ?
Lost for so long.
Will you be on the other side ?
Will you forgive me ?
I'm dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
And Screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved ?
Am I too lost ?
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
(Return to me salvation)
(I want to DIE!)
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My wounds cry for the grave.
My soul cries, for deliverance.
Will I be denied ?
Christ! Tourniquet! My suicide.
