Post by Blind Seer on Jul 7, 2007 10:58:55 GMT -5
Name: Blind Seer
Gender: Male
Age: 6 winters
History:
born to Mayuri and Caos, Blind Seer was the last litter to be born before the sickness of age had Mayuri infertile. because of this, and the stillborn birth of his siblings he had become their only hope. that was, until a fortnight later when his puppy eyes opened to reveal glistening red eyes that glowed slightly in the shadows. Mayuri, frightened of the pup renounced him, the others deeming him the reason for her sickness. he was a demon, in their opinion, one that deserved to be killed. but Caos saw more. they dubbed him Blind Seer, for despite the obvious illness in his eyes, for they were filled with blood, he could still see far keener in the dark than any other wolf.
Blind Seer grew up in a hostile environment, for after the next season when no pups rounded Mayuri's belly they all looked to him in fear. they saw him as a curse, one to be ridiculed out of spite. in the beginning he had been condemned for his inability to walk beneath the light, but he began to grow, the sensitivity began to diminish, if only slightly. as an adult, he'd still prefer to be in the shadows.
then he found a new land, a new home. he never loved, but he found an alphess who had seen to much. he had protected her, taught her youngest everything he had known. taught the pup to be strong even in the face of the sickness that tortured the young wolf's dreams. he taught the pup to look past his own weakness. still arrogant and wary of others, with scathing remarks and little acceptance, Blind Seer managed to show others that while he was an unpleasant wolf, he was reliable, dependable in the ways only one or two could be. that he was loyal, was unmistakable.
then the alphess died. and with her, everything crumbled, for the pups were killed soon after when a plague went through the land. it was a disease that began with the plants, and spread to the elk and the deer, and while the pack never hungered, they swallowed the illness deep in their bodies. no matter how much they ate, they all fell ill and dead. Blind Seer barely survived. it drove him insane.
now he wandered, seeing others and at times mistaking them for the past demons. his reliability was never fractured, for when it came down to it, he was ready to defend anyone he thought was worthy. but as with his reliability, the sickness of the mind rendered him entirely merciless. there is little left to say except that Blind Seer is now sickened in the mind, his mental retardation, sending him into rages.
Sample Post:
darkness slowly encroached on the land, the shadows of the night waking up from their midnight roosts and spreading its dark encompassing tendrils over the ground and swallowing the light in the world. of the sun, there was nothing left. the moon rose high upon her blessed throne and her softer light shone, a blessed salve on the aches of the brute's eyes. he blinked slowly, and yawned, jaw gaping open to reveal white gums and pale teeth. of his tongue, it too was white, for the sickness at birth had drained all pigment of color from his body. only his eyes shone with color, a powerful brilliance that glittered with malevolence only in the darkness. in the daylight, they seemed dulled, all life draining from them as if some sort of vampire.
yes, yes, time to get up. lets go, shall we? the white brute grinned, all senses waking up to the very fact that night had fallen. the anger was there, so conveniently close to his cracked mind, urging him on as he licked his lips and slid up off of the bracken of his niche. he shook his fur out and moved forward with a predatory grace, paws silent on the ground. even his claws were white.
he was laughing, a quite crooning sound reminiscent of a song. it rose and fell, an evil hissing in the darkness as his big bulk glided through the trees. his sight was clear but it was shifting. one moment he thought he was chest deep in snow, the next trodding over the rock to the barren hills of his first home. "no, no, that won't do. won't do at all." he said, mostly to himself, eyes honing in on some movement in the forest. "oh yes, yes yes yes yes." he crooned softly and edged forward for a peek.
the deer were grazing. his movements still, his muscles tensing as he waited, waited, waited. they were moving around with those insipid doe eyes of theirs, unknowing of the danger he was. they smelt nothing for he crouched where the wind was away from them. downwind. yes. yes, he thought, wicked glee churning in his eyes as his stomach curled. it was spring. the trees were sickening, a high end stench of sap and life that curled his stomach in the most inconvenient way. it was distracting. he pivoted his ears, watched and dove through the trees. he went for the fawn, its speckled hide falling under his heavy weight as the deer scattered fear high in the air. "ooooooh how lovely," he crooned softly, inhaling deeply. "perfection is in the smell, did you know that young one?" he said, looking down at the dead carcass beneath his feet.
"yes, you would know that, wouldn't you? poor poor thing." he lowered his muzzle and licked the blood off of its neck, "poor poor thing, indeed." he laughed again, that soft spine unhinging sound as he growled. it was a roughly purring sound as he bite into the belly and pulled harshly, the skin ripping beneath his jaws, guts and all sorts of entrails spilling forth from the gaping wound. "oooh, beautiful. now we match." he laughed at his own sense of humor and licked the wounds clean. "I'll make it all better." he laughed again, and howled.
Gender: Male
Age: 6 winters
History:
born to Mayuri and Caos, Blind Seer was the last litter to be born before the sickness of age had Mayuri infertile. because of this, and the stillborn birth of his siblings he had become their only hope. that was, until a fortnight later when his puppy eyes opened to reveal glistening red eyes that glowed slightly in the shadows. Mayuri, frightened of the pup renounced him, the others deeming him the reason for her sickness. he was a demon, in their opinion, one that deserved to be killed. but Caos saw more. they dubbed him Blind Seer, for despite the obvious illness in his eyes, for they were filled with blood, he could still see far keener in the dark than any other wolf.
Blind Seer grew up in a hostile environment, for after the next season when no pups rounded Mayuri's belly they all looked to him in fear. they saw him as a curse, one to be ridiculed out of spite. in the beginning he had been condemned for his inability to walk beneath the light, but he began to grow, the sensitivity began to diminish, if only slightly. as an adult, he'd still prefer to be in the shadows.
then he found a new land, a new home. he never loved, but he found an alphess who had seen to much. he had protected her, taught her youngest everything he had known. taught the pup to be strong even in the face of the sickness that tortured the young wolf's dreams. he taught the pup to look past his own weakness. still arrogant and wary of others, with scathing remarks and little acceptance, Blind Seer managed to show others that while he was an unpleasant wolf, he was reliable, dependable in the ways only one or two could be. that he was loyal, was unmistakable.
then the alphess died. and with her, everything crumbled, for the pups were killed soon after when a plague went through the land. it was a disease that began with the plants, and spread to the elk and the deer, and while the pack never hungered, they swallowed the illness deep in their bodies. no matter how much they ate, they all fell ill and dead. Blind Seer barely survived. it drove him insane.
now he wandered, seeing others and at times mistaking them for the past demons. his reliability was never fractured, for when it came down to it, he was ready to defend anyone he thought was worthy. but as with his reliability, the sickness of the mind rendered him entirely merciless. there is little left to say except that Blind Seer is now sickened in the mind, his mental retardation, sending him into rages.
Sample Post:
darkness slowly encroached on the land, the shadows of the night waking up from their midnight roosts and spreading its dark encompassing tendrils over the ground and swallowing the light in the world. of the sun, there was nothing left. the moon rose high upon her blessed throne and her softer light shone, a blessed salve on the aches of the brute's eyes. he blinked slowly, and yawned, jaw gaping open to reveal white gums and pale teeth. of his tongue, it too was white, for the sickness at birth had drained all pigment of color from his body. only his eyes shone with color, a powerful brilliance that glittered with malevolence only in the darkness. in the daylight, they seemed dulled, all life draining from them as if some sort of vampire.
yes, yes, time to get up. lets go, shall we? the white brute grinned, all senses waking up to the very fact that night had fallen. the anger was there, so conveniently close to his cracked mind, urging him on as he licked his lips and slid up off of the bracken of his niche. he shook his fur out and moved forward with a predatory grace, paws silent on the ground. even his claws were white.
he was laughing, a quite crooning sound reminiscent of a song. it rose and fell, an evil hissing in the darkness as his big bulk glided through the trees. his sight was clear but it was shifting. one moment he thought he was chest deep in snow, the next trodding over the rock to the barren hills of his first home. "no, no, that won't do. won't do at all." he said, mostly to himself, eyes honing in on some movement in the forest. "oh yes, yes yes yes yes." he crooned softly and edged forward for a peek.
the deer were grazing. his movements still, his muscles tensing as he waited, waited, waited. they were moving around with those insipid doe eyes of theirs, unknowing of the danger he was. they smelt nothing for he crouched where the wind was away from them. downwind. yes. yes, he thought, wicked glee churning in his eyes as his stomach curled. it was spring. the trees were sickening, a high end stench of sap and life that curled his stomach in the most inconvenient way. it was distracting. he pivoted his ears, watched and dove through the trees. he went for the fawn, its speckled hide falling under his heavy weight as the deer scattered fear high in the air. "ooooooh how lovely," he crooned softly, inhaling deeply. "perfection is in the smell, did you know that young one?" he said, looking down at the dead carcass beneath his feet.
"yes, you would know that, wouldn't you? poor poor thing." he lowered his muzzle and licked the blood off of its neck, "poor poor thing, indeed." he laughed again, that soft spine unhinging sound as he growled. it was a roughly purring sound as he bite into the belly and pulled harshly, the skin ripping beneath his jaws, guts and all sorts of entrails spilling forth from the gaping wound. "oooh, beautiful. now we match." he laughed at his own sense of humor and licked the wounds clean. "I'll make it all better." he laughed again, and howled.
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