Post by Tokala on Oct 15, 2010 21:23:07 GMT -4
Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong.
Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised
with wrong.
I forgive thy treason --- I redeem thy fall---
For Iron--- Cold Iron---must be master of men all!
[glow=aqua,2,300][shadow=maroon,left,300]Secret[/shadow][/glow]
Nickname: my name matters no more
Age: By far older than you and older than I care to remember
Birthday: A season long past
Gender: Clearly I am male
Height: I am a average wolf and only five six as a human
Weight: my weight does not matter.. I do not eat
Seme or Uke: I can be either
Sexual Orientation: Gender is but gender, it does not matter
Relationship Status: My mate is dead..
Ethnicity: Matters not
Race: Lunar Wolf.. though I have learned tricks
Pet: A pet is a pet and I do not wish to be one
Occupation: To end the lives of humans
Subject (if a teacher):
Build: My build is light but strong. I do have a females touch but I am well enough. Can't you see this? Oh.. perhaps not
Hair: My fur is white my hair is blond.. I see not why this matters
Eyes: My eyes are blue in both my forms
Casual Clothing: I can wear nothing or simple things.. I do not care
Work Clothing: Why ask this? So long as I can kill I am happy.. enough
Identifying Marks: A scar over my heart where a arrow pierced.. marks of bullets and knives.. marks that tell of my death
Likes: I shall tell of a few things that I like.. I enjoy the death of a human, I enjoy murdering them and avenging my pack, my mountain, I enjoy snow and warmth.. snow because it numbs the pain that I still feel. I enjoy heat and the warmth of the day, I do not mid the night any longer.. I dislike the rain but I enjoy it for in it none can see my cry. A meal would be nice though I next to never eat.. I feel hunger very rarely.. I ignore it.. it is a weakness now. A seek a mate and someone to reproduce with.. I have found this liking for pups.. this want to have my own.. and strangely it seems males seem to think I can have them.. perhaps I can. I enjoy running through the woods, taking to the streams and racing across, seeing how far I can jump. Seeing how long I can keep fire floating upon the water.. I enjoy things well enough.
Dislikes: HUMANS! I HATE HUMANS! THEY ARE WRETCHED BEINGS AND MUST DIE!!!....
Fears: I fear enough..
Goals: Kill humans.
Self Esteem Level: It is alright
Skills/Strengths: Learning new tricks.. like control over ice.. I learned that when I died. Fire. Fire. Fire. Speed, agility, ability to run for miles without end.. though that is a given.. I do not seem to tire from running long distances.. endurance.. stamina.. this sort of things... I was once told.. I am a good cook.. I do not know why.
Weaknesses: The givens.. life? Hatred of humans? Loneliness?
Personality:
I can tell you much about myself, I care not to however... I am kind enough when I like you.. I am distant when I do not know. A mate I want and a mate I need to go on in this life that has no end. Running is a pleasure and so was sex when I bothered to have it. I know not why you wish to know my nature.. you can meet me well enough.. perhaps I shall like you.. this is hard to say.. give me awhile.. now on with this, these endless tiring questions..
Parents/Guardians: Why?
Siblings: Naturally.. five.. I was the first born
Spouse/Significant Other: My husband is dead
Child/Children: I had two litters.. would have had three.. I gave birth to the second one.. he the first
Place of birth: The southern mountains
[glow=aqua,2,300]The Secret[/glow] :
[glow=aqua,2,300]A tale that never ends and yet always goes on... a story that is mine.. and mine alone.. a distant memory and a life long lived. Many have seen me and yet none truly can. The world that is cruel will never cease.. I have told this tale many a time.. and yet none dare to listen to me.. why? Why? Sit right there by that log and look distantly into the forest. Hear my cry? The haunted song? The distant one? The forbidden lover in the mist? The secret in the distance? The ghost wolf walks alone.
A tale begins here, a dream, a fantasy, this is my tale and, I have only one chance in which to tale this to you. So be silent my friend and just listen to the tale I have to share.
My friends howl no more, they sing no longer with me through the nights. Endless as they are I say simply, "I shall find you once more, we shall sing once again, give me the time. My friends, I will avenge your deaths." To the humans that hate, "I shall kill you all" and, I shall allow no human to walk past me. Dead.. dead... my heart beats no more... dead... dead... I howl no more... dead.. dead... I open my eyes... no heart beat.. no breath... no life... yet.. I feel the season coming.. the season which I mate in.. pups... pups... I have this craving to have pups... I am a ghost wolf.. I live.. I die.. I walk the line between life and death.. where no creature should be forced to walk..
I am the secret. I am what is sought to be hidden, I am the secret...
My name is Secret, I am older than I care to count. My hatred for humans shall never die. I shall slaughter them and watch in glee as they suffer. To murder them, is to avenge my pack, my home, my mountain, it was taken by those wretched beast.. they must die.. I must kill all humans..
How I shall bring about the end of the humanity of humans, I do not know. It can be done, it must be done, my hatred has not ceased in all the years I have lived. My pack was slaughtered.. I died.. I died by lunging at a human with a weapon. A sword slashed me, bullets pounded into my flesh, a arrow pierced my heart. The world grew blurry as I laid there in the snow.. I took down many a human that day that I died. Slowly the world closed in upon me, walls of black, darkness binding me and refusing to release me. A metal collar wrapping around my neck, shackles on my ankles and my wrist, a chain over my back, around me it wrapped.. and thus I was bound to the world of the dead.
For countless hours I struggled against the chains that held me without hope of release. Struggling and struggling without end for who knows how long. Then those chains seemed to grow weak and the world grew lighter. First came the sounds, then the feeling of the ground, then the smell of the world around me. Finally my eyes fluttered open like the wings of a butterfly. The world grew light and I knew I was awake. Slowly I tried to get up and could not do so.. I waited and I waited for more time. Then I got up.. my limbs were weak and I could barely stand. Struggling to walk and dragging my limbs.. dragging my self along the snowy ground.
The ground was stained with much blood, I could not seem to move to far. Then the days came to pass and I managed to kill.. I ate the dead humans that were around me. Then my strength was back and I was able to hunt the smaller animals.. yet I found that I did not feel hungry.. that it brought no harm to not eat. So I ceased eating and my strength still grew. Now I control more than just what I am. The water and the dark does not weaken me to badly.. though during the hours of the night, my body is weak.. I struggle to move at times.
Though I find that in the early hours of day.. the things are not what they seem. The real is not there and I fade a little at times.. it is a strange thing that occurs to me. I do not think to long on this... why should I? Why should I suffer this fate? Though my hatred for humans the desire to end the life's of them is still strong. So I go about my days and killing them is easy. Why should I not? Anger me mortals if you wish... but I must admit this.. "A mate could calm me, could bring what I seek. A pack to call my own. I need a family like I lost, my pups, my mate, they are gone and, I seek to have a mate and pups once more." It is simple to please, easier to hate, hard to live, easy to die. Such a thing is not unknown, it is no surprise really.
But, the tale is long and I grow a bit weary of saying all this to you. I have little point in going on with this.. perhaps I should let you find me. Go the forest, go there and you shall see me. I move through them with ease, I stay there. "I am the Secret, I am what is sought to be hidden, a truth that lurks in the shadows. A light that breaks through even the darkest of lies. The Secret that cannot be found. What is sought after, forgotten, then re-found. I am the Secret."[/glow]
