Post by aspinwolf476 on Dec 13, 2008 15:56:05 GMT -5
[Ok, I just joined, so if I'm not completely sure how to do this. ^^ Tell me if I need to change anything.]
That was what his brother had said to him before death. And when his pack walked in on the scene, they chased him away with their words.
"He has made bad luck befall on us all! Banish him!"
"He will contaminate these woods and the unhabitants! Away with the impure!"[/i]
And then he could to nothing but run.
That's how he got here, now. Chased away by his family for a foolish choice in his youth. But would you consider it foolish, wishing to take the risk for an experience never before met? For a long time, he has always pondered which was more important. Safety, acceptance, and rules, or freedom, solitude, and choice?
Auditioning Post: It was dark out. Then again, it almost always was. It didn't matter. Not as much as being alone. Of course, solitude wasn't new for him. Nothing really was, not after you've spent three years of your life running from what you can't even see. Aspin raised his head slightly, gazing at the moon in all its solemn glory. It too, was all alone. Yet it shone as bright as ever, illuminating the night sky like the North star guiding rowers to shore.
Or like a light chasing away darkness. A pack chasing away ME.
He thought grimly, as he always did. It somehow felt, to him, as if there was no more time for pup-hood. At first he had thought escaping from his pack was better then being called impure and living as an outcast, but was this much better? Nothing had changed. Nothing. He was still alone, maybe it would stay so forever. He would never be capable of returning to his home. And if ever he tried joining a pack, what would he tell them? That he had been chased away from his pack for causing his brother's death?
Lies. Years of lies whispered in your ears will cause you to take drastic measures. He WAS responsible for his brother's death, he WAS the one who had deemed misfortune upon his clan, he WAS darkness, the veil of betrayal that had forever cast itself down on his peaceful pack, or so his family had told him.
Maybe it is just better to imagine it never happened. Better to not have to stare into their eyes, loathing, as if I'm not really a wolf, as if I'm a.....
Would he dare think it? Would he dare to speak aloud the name that had forever tumulted through his mind, haunted his dreams, a dark nightmare that refused to go away, the way the bear trap had refused to release its terrible grip on his brother. A grim smile flickered across his muzzle, and he looked up, staring at the moon, challenging it, daring its royal glow to defie him.
"Monster."
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[maroon]Name: Aspin Fellow-way
Gender: Male
Age: 5 Human Years
Alliance: Rouge
Breed: Wolf
Blood: N/A
Location: N/A
Appearance: With a body built more for running then offense, Aspin is slightly smaller then most wolves his age, and he has limbs that are fit and well built for long sprints. His forepaws are pitch black and he has a silver pelts with a dark gray patch on his muzzle. Despite his build, Aspin can seem quite intimidating if he stares at you with his icy blue eyes. With a white tailtip, his fur is long and usually ruffled from running upwind. Normally not used to fighting, he does not have many scars, though there is a long dark slash running right below his chin, a symbol of a terrible loss he had had in battle.
Personality: Aspin, being a rouge, doesn't socialize much. In fact, he rarely talks to other wolves at all. It isn't that he's rude, but when approached by another of his kind, he often completely ignores them. Let's just say Aspin isn't exactly what you'd call a hero. He's done some bad things in his past that he's not proud of, and it's really quite fitting that he be so swift. After all, he's had to run from more then just enemies. Despite his solemn nature, he is quite cunning and experienced in finding his way around. Aspin is a wolf that you won't have to worry about getting lost.
History: When Aspin was still a pup, he lived with his mother, father, and two brothers (all wolves of course). However, Aspin had never been satisfied with sitting still, and so one day, at the age of 4 months, he went off into the woods on his own. His pack went looking for him, but someone else got to him first. You see, the woods Aspin and his family lived in was called Riveted Pass. Legend had it that monsters of terrible horrors dwelled in the Pass, and when one met eye contact with them, they were riveted to the spot, as goes its name. When Aspin went in, his pack didn't dare follow. Those who wandered in were considered impure. They waited for him, and finally, the next night, he came out. He was fine, unharmed, but they didn't dare go near him. Aspin spent a year living with the pack as an outcast, unallowed to share food with them, having to hunt on his own. However, one day, as he was passing through the forest, he spotted one of his brothers, caught in a bear trap, the cruel, metallic fangs digging deep into flesh. He had struggled to get him out, but eventually his brother bled to death, the tongs buried within. But Aspin would never forget the words he had heard that day.
"No! Don't touch me... Stay away, monster!"
[/I]Gender: Male
Age: 5 Human Years
Alliance: Rouge
Breed: Wolf
Blood: N/A
Location: N/A
Appearance: With a body built more for running then offense, Aspin is slightly smaller then most wolves his age, and he has limbs that are fit and well built for long sprints. His forepaws are pitch black and he has a silver pelts with a dark gray patch on his muzzle. Despite his build, Aspin can seem quite intimidating if he stares at you with his icy blue eyes. With a white tailtip, his fur is long and usually ruffled from running upwind. Normally not used to fighting, he does not have many scars, though there is a long dark slash running right below his chin, a symbol of a terrible loss he had had in battle.
Personality: Aspin, being a rouge, doesn't socialize much. In fact, he rarely talks to other wolves at all. It isn't that he's rude, but when approached by another of his kind, he often completely ignores them. Let's just say Aspin isn't exactly what you'd call a hero. He's done some bad things in his past that he's not proud of, and it's really quite fitting that he be so swift. After all, he's had to run from more then just enemies. Despite his solemn nature, he is quite cunning and experienced in finding his way around. Aspin is a wolf that you won't have to worry about getting lost.
History: When Aspin was still a pup, he lived with his mother, father, and two brothers (all wolves of course). However, Aspin had never been satisfied with sitting still, and so one day, at the age of 4 months, he went off into the woods on his own. His pack went looking for him, but someone else got to him first. You see, the woods Aspin and his family lived in was called Riveted Pass. Legend had it that monsters of terrible horrors dwelled in the Pass, and when one met eye contact with them, they were riveted to the spot, as goes its name. When Aspin went in, his pack didn't dare follow. Those who wandered in were considered impure. They waited for him, and finally, the next night, he came out. He was fine, unharmed, but they didn't dare go near him. Aspin spent a year living with the pack as an outcast, unallowed to share food with them, having to hunt on his own. However, one day, as he was passing through the forest, he spotted one of his brothers, caught in a bear trap, the cruel, metallic fangs digging deep into flesh. He had struggled to get him out, but eventually his brother bled to death, the tongs buried within. But Aspin would never forget the words he had heard that day.
"No! Don't touch me... Stay away, monster!"
That was what his brother had said to him before death. And when his pack walked in on the scene, they chased him away with their words.
"He has made bad luck befall on us all! Banish him!"
"He will contaminate these woods and the unhabitants! Away with the impure!"[/i]
And then he could to nothing but run.
That's how he got here, now. Chased away by his family for a foolish choice in his youth. But would you consider it foolish, wishing to take the risk for an experience never before met? For a long time, he has always pondered which was more important. Safety, acceptance, and rules, or freedom, solitude, and choice?
Auditioning Post: It was dark out. Then again, it almost always was. It didn't matter. Not as much as being alone. Of course, solitude wasn't new for him. Nothing really was, not after you've spent three years of your life running from what you can't even see. Aspin raised his head slightly, gazing at the moon in all its solemn glory. It too, was all alone. Yet it shone as bright as ever, illuminating the night sky like the North star guiding rowers to shore.
Or like a light chasing away darkness. A pack chasing away ME.
He thought grimly, as he always did. It somehow felt, to him, as if there was no more time for pup-hood. At first he had thought escaping from his pack was better then being called impure and living as an outcast, but was this much better? Nothing had changed. Nothing. He was still alone, maybe it would stay so forever. He would never be capable of returning to his home. And if ever he tried joining a pack, what would he tell them? That he had been chased away from his pack for causing his brother's death?
Lies. Years of lies whispered in your ears will cause you to take drastic measures. He WAS responsible for his brother's death, he WAS the one who had deemed misfortune upon his clan, he WAS darkness, the veil of betrayal that had forever cast itself down on his peaceful pack, or so his family had told him.
Maybe it is just better to imagine it never happened. Better to not have to stare into their eyes, loathing, as if I'm not really a wolf, as if I'm a.....
Would he dare think it? Would he dare to speak aloud the name that had forever tumulted through his mind, haunted his dreams, a dark nightmare that refused to go away, the way the bear trap had refused to release its terrible grip on his brother. A grim smile flickered across his muzzle, and he looked up, staring at the moon, challenging it, daring its royal glow to defie him.
"Monster."
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