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Post by [Rune] on Jan 10, 2007 17:03:34 GMT -5
Name: Sujak
Breed: Timber wolf
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Alliance: Loner, but will eventually join the Darks
Description: Dark black. Muzzle is frosted a lighter brown, running down the chest to his large paws. Ears are the same dark color, as well as all four legs. Coat is rather dappled, blending the dark brown to blacker shades. Tail is pure black. Eyes are dark golden-green.
History: Sujak was born to the omega pair of a forgotten wolf pack. His mother died shortly after his birth, and he was left to be raised by his father. His father taught him how to fight for his food, and to be violent if it came to his position in the pack. Sujak was treated unfairly because of his heritage, and the pup detested every wolf who was in on it. When he was about one year old, his father left him, too, and Sujak was the omega of his pack. Feeling the need to be more respected, Sujak took on the Alpha in a battle. Ever loyal to their Leader, the rest of the pack turned on the black pup and attacked him. Sujak killed most of them, and when it came to just him and the Alpha, he had been drawn into the madness to kill. He had not been prepared for the sensation of his first cold-blooded murder, and as the warm blood of a pack mate stained his paws, he knew he would get his revenge on every last one of them. He and the alpha dueled off, each of the wolves throwing well-matched blows at the other, dodging and snarling savagely for their lives. White sabers glinted as the two fought, but in the end, it was not Sujak who had felled; but the Alpha. Victorious, blood staining his maw, Sujak turned to claim the pack as his own. But when he saw the mangled bodies of the pack members strewn across the forest floor, the realization of what he had done set in, and the young wolf went nearly mad. He had fought all this way, to be leader. Of nothing. A savage snarl escaped his maw, and his echoing howl was heard all over the forest.
The wolf set off, not knowing where, but wandering about. Over mountains, through valleys, across rivers rushing wide he walked, never once regretting his actions. They had driven him to it. It was all their faults. And now they were all gone, taken by the fate the pup had set for them. So why did he still feel that feeling? It was of fear, adrenaline, raw power gnawing away at him from the inside, turning his thoughts against him. That first kill; that first taste of murdered blood; that first glimpse of the glazed eyes of fear; it had done it. He was a killer, marked for life by the blood that had stained him that day. And there was no going back.
Once, while passing through a forest, he chanced upon another pack, small, but enough. Without warning, he stole into their camp in the dead of night and slew every one of them. Killing without scruples, he felt enthralled by his newly discovered power and might, and wandered along, not caring for the pleas of his victims. Once, though, he found two packs of wild dogs fighting over territory. Choosing one of the sides, he fought valiantly for them, driving the enemy back with baying yelps and cries of pain. Just as quick as he had before, he turned, and the dogs were never heard of again.
Personality: ‘Acause of his murderous past, Sujak is very reserved. Vowing to never love, never set loyalties to another, the black wolf thinks little of others, and believes he ought not be in company. When traveling alone, he can most be found lost in thought, never sulking, but remembering with anger, and hatred, the old pack which he had never belonged. Sometimes he will go for weeks starving himself, believing that it was a set punishment for him. Other times he will kill for the sake of killing, not even eating the food, but watching as it washes downstream, the blood flowing to make a murky red of the water.
When, if ever, he is in company, his loyalties are most certainly not distinct, but instead riddled between a labyrinth of lies and tales. He considers himself sometimes sane, and at others not. The only real time when he can catch himself regretful, is thinking back to his mother. She had never done anything wrong to him, and while he had her, she was supporting, urging him to choose his own path, and not follow in the set footprints of his parents. At times, Sujak would miss her, mourning over her loss in his life for hours at a time. Then gradually, his thoughts would shift, and a snarl would leap forth at the images of his father, and the others.
IC:The leaves rustled slightly, and a pair of golden orbs could be seen, illuminated by the moonlight that flowed over the forest, bathing it in a silvery cover. The shadows flitted, and the muzzle on which the eyes were set emerged from the bush, followed by the rest of the wolf. It’s long pillars slid the lean-built frame forward, gliding effortlessly over the ground, all sound muffled. The browner muzzle raised to the sky, vocals emitted a silky howl, rising to the stars on the night breeze. Long brush sweeping the crackled leaves as the loner sang of death, pain, fear, and loss. The dark auds flicked, and the piercing eyes once again gazed intently into the shadows of the forest. A throaty growl, quiet as the drop of an acorn, was all that was heard, and the wolf slid off into the shadows again, leaving not a trace behind.
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Breed: Timber wolf
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Alliance: Loner, but will eventually join the Darks
Description: Dark black. Muzzle is frosted a lighter brown, running down the chest to his large paws. Ears are the same dark color, as well as all four legs. Coat is rather dappled, blending the dark brown to blacker shades. Tail is pure black. Eyes are dark golden-green.
History: Sujak was born to the omega pair of a forgotten wolf pack. His mother died shortly after his birth, and he was left to be raised by his father. His father taught him how to fight for his food, and to be violent if it came to his position in the pack. Sujak was treated unfairly because of his heritage, and the pup detested every wolf who was in on it. When he was about one year old, his father left him, too, and Sujak was the omega of his pack. Feeling the need to be more respected, Sujak took on the Alpha in a battle. Ever loyal to their Leader, the rest of the pack turned on the black pup and attacked him. Sujak killed most of them, and when it came to just him and the Alpha, he had been drawn into the madness to kill. He had not been prepared for the sensation of his first cold-blooded murder, and as the warm blood of a pack mate stained his paws, he knew he would get his revenge on every last one of them. He and the alpha dueled off, each of the wolves throwing well-matched blows at the other, dodging and snarling savagely for their lives. White sabers glinted as the two fought, but in the end, it was not Sujak who had felled; but the Alpha. Victorious, blood staining his maw, Sujak turned to claim the pack as his own. But when he saw the mangled bodies of the pack members strewn across the forest floor, the realization of what he had done set in, and the young wolf went nearly mad. He had fought all this way, to be leader. Of nothing. A savage snarl escaped his maw, and his echoing howl was heard all over the forest.
The wolf set off, not knowing where, but wandering about. Over mountains, through valleys, across rivers rushing wide he walked, never once regretting his actions. They had driven him to it. It was all their faults. And now they were all gone, taken by the fate the pup had set for them. So why did he still feel that feeling? It was of fear, adrenaline, raw power gnawing away at him from the inside, turning his thoughts against him. That first kill; that first taste of murdered blood; that first glimpse of the glazed eyes of fear; it had done it. He was a killer, marked for life by the blood that had stained him that day. And there was no going back.
Once, while passing through a forest, he chanced upon another pack, small, but enough. Without warning, he stole into their camp in the dead of night and slew every one of them. Killing without scruples, he felt enthralled by his newly discovered power and might, and wandered along, not caring for the pleas of his victims. Once, though, he found two packs of wild dogs fighting over territory. Choosing one of the sides, he fought valiantly for them, driving the enemy back with baying yelps and cries of pain. Just as quick as he had before, he turned, and the dogs were never heard of again.
Personality: ‘Acause of his murderous past, Sujak is very reserved. Vowing to never love, never set loyalties to another, the black wolf thinks little of others, and believes he ought not be in company. When traveling alone, he can most be found lost in thought, never sulking, but remembering with anger, and hatred, the old pack which he had never belonged. Sometimes he will go for weeks starving himself, believing that it was a set punishment for him. Other times he will kill for the sake of killing, not even eating the food, but watching as it washes downstream, the blood flowing to make a murky red of the water.
When, if ever, he is in company, his loyalties are most certainly not distinct, but instead riddled between a labyrinth of lies and tales. He considers himself sometimes sane, and at others not. The only real time when he can catch himself regretful, is thinking back to his mother. She had never done anything wrong to him, and while he had her, she was supporting, urging him to choose his own path, and not follow in the set footprints of his parents. At times, Sujak would miss her, mourning over her loss in his life for hours at a time. Then gradually, his thoughts would shift, and a snarl would leap forth at the images of his father, and the others.
IC:The leaves rustled slightly, and a pair of golden orbs could be seen, illuminated by the moonlight that flowed over the forest, bathing it in a silvery cover. The shadows flitted, and the muzzle on which the eyes were set emerged from the bush, followed by the rest of the wolf. It’s long pillars slid the lean-built frame forward, gliding effortlessly over the ground, all sound muffled. The browner muzzle raised to the sky, vocals emitted a silky howl, rising to the stars on the night breeze. Long brush sweeping the crackled leaves as the loner sang of death, pain, fear, and loss. The dark auds flicked, and the piercing eyes once again gazed intently into the shadows of the forest. A throaty growl, quiet as the drop of an acorn, was all that was heard, and the wolf slid off into the shadows again, leaving not a trace behind.
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