Post by adimar on Jul 6, 2007 23:34:17 GMT -5
Dubbed: Adimar
Made: Titan
Survived: Five Blooming Springs
Tale: His blood-sire was a ugly, piebald brute cursed as Unforgivable. He loved to steal away delicate maidens, similar to Adimar's dam, Tasia. Tasia was born to follow the gray path and lived peacefully within her pack. She was taken away by Unforgivable during her third winter. The demon frequently bred her, producing his many different sons {and one, lowly daughter.} Three heirs in all. Each left to take up a different path from each other. Robear, the light. Golore, the devil. And Adimar, the Gray. {and Laure the Lowly} When he was young, the cub was always discriminated against because of his unusual eyes. His sire tortured him and his mum cursed him. She abandoned Adimar when he was weaned.
The stone-gray pup stumbled and slipped through his first year, learning how to stand on his own. He was constantly bullied by older wolves and mauled by different packs. In his second year he managed to join a unruly gang of thieves. This group pillaged the other packs of terra and food.
Then the devil returned... in the form of his brother, Golore. Golore had always despised Adimar as a disgrace. He captured Adimar as a prisoner. The next two years was utter hell and darkness. Through sheer luck and pure agony, Adimar pulled through and managed to escape.
Adimar traveled throughout the mountains, learning of the hidden secrets in this world. He taught himself how to survive through the desolate winters. But his travels rarely brought him friends, but loaded him with enemies. The older males drove him from their domains and forced him to reside at the very peaks of the mountains, where they dared not go. As such, Adimar became immune to the cold and extreme conditions. It made him the strong, ruthless wolf he is now.
Post = *Nightmares*: He hated the heat. That sticky, thick humidity and unbearable sun. The combination made his organs twist gruesomely and convulse. D**ned bile played at the back of his gullet, making him uncomfortably aware of his distaste for the sweat trickling down his snout.
Now his normally, rumpled fur was sleek and wet. It seemed a almost deep ebony... not far from its previous steel-gray. It lay flat against his hide, liquid exploiting by the bucket loads. Limbs loped easily through the surrounding foliage, brushing aside ferns and ivy. But behind he left a dripping trail, difficult for the non-practiced eye. Even the masked features upon his visage were yellow and saturated. He blinked, annoyed that trivial weather patterns brought out his weaker side... Then he wasn't alone. Doublets stood erect and attentive. The piercing noise that had screamed through the silence vanished. Yet he knew it hadn't been a dream. The titan came to a abrupt halt, planting his paws in front of a mighty oak. Unnatural orbs peeled the misting area for tell tale signs. A broken twig... A unusual perfume... Something to hint at what made his massive bodice tingle and flood with adrenaline. Every scent that past through his hollows was quickly calculated and organized. Sharp mind moved like lightning, processing any possible outcome of this confrontation.
Then 'it' interrupted his thoughts, jumbling them into hyper-drive. That scent. The change from cautiously inquisitive to bloody, raging, hostile beast was immediate. Hackles rose and cracked with a charge current. It rippled through his fur and made the most of the wet hair. Every follicle stood straight, nerves awake and twitching. Thick mane bristled defensively, surrounding his throat like armor. Twin pinnacles disappeared back-wards, laying flat among the furry coat. Lips writhed upward, revealing pearly canines and pink gums. Fangs gleamed in the moonlight, ready to tear apart anything that crossed their path. His muzzle became a wrinkled mass of folded skin, bubbling with burning hatred. A thundering, deep growl grew forth. It molded into a guttural snarl of pure malice. Each note trembling with low warning... no, more like a promise of death. An aura of killing intent radiated from those restless pools. His viewers were searching and squinted to enhance vision. They moved, darting around in their sockets, lingering over shadows and recesses hidden in the forest. One a rich emerald... the other a chocolate brown.
Ocular widened as 'it'... the nightmare of his memories... stepped right alongside him...
He awoke gasping. Air came and went in deep wheezes and breaths. His maw had gone dry, parched like a desert even though he had drank his fill only hours ago. His paws were torn and bloody from his own teeth ripped them apart in fear. Old scars lay reopened, fresh, red ooze seeping through the seams. Wild images bewildered his cranial, fighting the cool, hard attitude that rose to defend his sanity. He remained, baffled and thinking quickly over what happened. But one thing was certain.... the sweat that had been so real in his nightmare was back.. only worse.
Appearance: He is a massive, steel-gray wolf. He is all sinew and muscle, hardened to the finest condition. He has slightly spiky fur, and his haunches are speckled with several, obsidian spots. His ears seem a little small for his monstrous size, but it doesn't seem to affect his hearing. He has a heavily masked visage with a almost, snow white snout. But the legendary characteristic is his eye. One a emerald green. The other a mahogany brown.
Made: Titan
Survived: Five Blooming Springs
Tale: His blood-sire was a ugly, piebald brute cursed as Unforgivable. He loved to steal away delicate maidens, similar to Adimar's dam, Tasia. Tasia was born to follow the gray path and lived peacefully within her pack. She was taken away by Unforgivable during her third winter. The demon frequently bred her, producing his many different sons {and one, lowly daughter.} Three heirs in all. Each left to take up a different path from each other. Robear, the light. Golore, the devil. And Adimar, the Gray. {and Laure the Lowly} When he was young, the cub was always discriminated against because of his unusual eyes. His sire tortured him and his mum cursed him. She abandoned Adimar when he was weaned.
The stone-gray pup stumbled and slipped through his first year, learning how to stand on his own. He was constantly bullied by older wolves and mauled by different packs. In his second year he managed to join a unruly gang of thieves. This group pillaged the other packs of terra and food.
Then the devil returned... in the form of his brother, Golore. Golore had always despised Adimar as a disgrace. He captured Adimar as a prisoner. The next two years was utter hell and darkness. Through sheer luck and pure agony, Adimar pulled through and managed to escape.
Adimar traveled throughout the mountains, learning of the hidden secrets in this world. He taught himself how to survive through the desolate winters. But his travels rarely brought him friends, but loaded him with enemies. The older males drove him from their domains and forced him to reside at the very peaks of the mountains, where they dared not go. As such, Adimar became immune to the cold and extreme conditions. It made him the strong, ruthless wolf he is now.
Post = *Nightmares*: He hated the heat. That sticky, thick humidity and unbearable sun. The combination made his organs twist gruesomely and convulse. D**ned bile played at the back of his gullet, making him uncomfortably aware of his distaste for the sweat trickling down his snout.
Now his normally, rumpled fur was sleek and wet. It seemed a almost deep ebony... not far from its previous steel-gray. It lay flat against his hide, liquid exploiting by the bucket loads. Limbs loped easily through the surrounding foliage, brushing aside ferns and ivy. But behind he left a dripping trail, difficult for the non-practiced eye. Even the masked features upon his visage were yellow and saturated. He blinked, annoyed that trivial weather patterns brought out his weaker side... Then he wasn't alone. Doublets stood erect and attentive. The piercing noise that had screamed through the silence vanished. Yet he knew it hadn't been a dream. The titan came to a abrupt halt, planting his paws in front of a mighty oak. Unnatural orbs peeled the misting area for tell tale signs. A broken twig... A unusual perfume... Something to hint at what made his massive bodice tingle and flood with adrenaline. Every scent that past through his hollows was quickly calculated and organized. Sharp mind moved like lightning, processing any possible outcome of this confrontation.
Then 'it' interrupted his thoughts, jumbling them into hyper-drive. That scent. The change from cautiously inquisitive to bloody, raging, hostile beast was immediate. Hackles rose and cracked with a charge current. It rippled through his fur and made the most of the wet hair. Every follicle stood straight, nerves awake and twitching. Thick mane bristled defensively, surrounding his throat like armor. Twin pinnacles disappeared back-wards, laying flat among the furry coat. Lips writhed upward, revealing pearly canines and pink gums. Fangs gleamed in the moonlight, ready to tear apart anything that crossed their path. His muzzle became a wrinkled mass of folded skin, bubbling with burning hatred. A thundering, deep growl grew forth. It molded into a guttural snarl of pure malice. Each note trembling with low warning... no, more like a promise of death. An aura of killing intent radiated from those restless pools. His viewers were searching and squinted to enhance vision. They moved, darting around in their sockets, lingering over shadows and recesses hidden in the forest. One a rich emerald... the other a chocolate brown.
Ocular widened as 'it'... the nightmare of his memories... stepped right alongside him...
He awoke gasping. Air came and went in deep wheezes and breaths. His maw had gone dry, parched like a desert even though he had drank his fill only hours ago. His paws were torn and bloody from his own teeth ripped them apart in fear. Old scars lay reopened, fresh, red ooze seeping through the seams. Wild images bewildered his cranial, fighting the cool, hard attitude that rose to defend his sanity. He remained, baffled and thinking quickly over what happened. But one thing was certain.... the sweat that had been so real in his nightmare was back.. only worse.
Appearance: He is a massive, steel-gray wolf. He is all sinew and muscle, hardened to the finest condition. He has slightly spiky fur, and his haunches are speckled with several, obsidian spots. His ears seem a little small for his monstrous size, but it doesn't seem to affect his hearing. He has a heavily masked visage with a almost, snow white snout. But the legendary characteristic is his eye. One a emerald green. The other a mahogany brown.
