Post by Kyren on Sept 2, 2011 22:56:37 GMT -5
Viper
"no one will ever change this animal I have become"(Animal I have become/Three days grace)
this is me in the flesh,
NAME:Stumble
NICKNAME(S):Viper
PRONUNCIATION:
POSITION: Free-Roamer
taste the sky,
AGE: 3 1/2
GENDER: Male
BREED: Timber Wolf
HEIGHT: 31 inches
APPEARANCE: The wolf is as black as the ashes from a spent fire. Scars mark his body, mostly visible on his front legs, muzzle, and hinted at under the neck where is an area that the fur is less dense, unable to grow through the scars. Were the wolf to ever be shaved, more scars could be found under that thick coat. His left ear has a small piece missing about halfway between the base and the tip. If one can get pass looking at all the scars, they would see he is overall well proportioned, with a lean body and the muscles of one who runs frequently. Where the fur on his body is coarse, his tail is still contains a softness to it, having been perhaps the one part of his body to remain undamaged. Viper is on the tall side for a Timber wolf, and he uses it well in influencing others.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Viper has turned into a brute who is often found to be numb of all emotions, and when he does show emotions it tends to be a cold hard rage that is devoted to any wolf who accepts the existence of sklavins. Ruthless, and rock solid in his beliefs, this is a wolf that will surely die before allowing any to change his mind. Viper feels that play is pointless, it offers a happiness that denies the harsh truths of the world to any who fall victim to it. He has no desire to kill any wolf, however he often dreams of causing many wolves endless amounts of pain. Viper has decided that wolf standard morals and beliefs do not apply for him. There is other no actual immortal wolf, or if there is one it is only there to watch and be amused by the pain of the world. Viper feels it is smart to work with others to accomplish goals, but the only one he puts full trust in is himself. Viper doesn’t tend to act in his rage quickly, but let it simmer as he plots how to best accomplish his goals and find fulfillment in hurting the society that hurt him.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: unknown
MOTHER:Tarean (dead)
SIBLINGS:(both dead) Timid/Dinner
HISTORY: Born to the life of a sklavin by a mother who’s spirit was not yet broken, the grey wolf had a harsh, unforgiving youth. The pack alpha had a dark sense of humor, choosing the names for all of the sklavin pups, and all of the names were a demeaning insult. Branded with the name of ‘Stumble’, it was a constant reminder to the pup he would never amount to anything, that all he tried would end in failure. The young pup had one sister, and one brothes. They were named Timid and Dinner. Stumble’s brother, Dinner, lived till he was three weeks of age before he was killed. The female alpha of the pack had lost one of her own pups, and taken out her pain in killing of a sklavin pup.
Stumble’s mother had kept the lifeless pup for another day, refusing to believe in its death before acceptance came to her. She was changed from that moment on and both Timid and Stumble grew up under the protective wing of a cold hearted and hate filled mother. She offered them whatever protection she could from the other wolves, but at the same time never once offered them as much as a soft word or a gentle touch. She talked to the two pups when they were alone, but only about how some day they were to escape this life. Telling them that the only one they should look to for strength was in themselves, and never in a pack. There was no point in trying to talk to any of their gods, they had given her no protection, nor Dinner, and so it was worthless to hope for any change.
Another sklavin occasionally talked to the two pups, trying to explain to them why it was important to accept the life of a sklavin. Talking about how there had always been sklavins and that would never change. She spoke of how it was not so bad of a life when you acknowledged your place. It was hard occasionally, but it had its good points. She was kind with her words, her tone softer than mothers tended to be.
Stumble’s mother died when he turned seven months of age. His sister had tried to escape, and they had tried to ‘correct’ her, but mother wouldn’t let them. She had chosen to protect her pup, to not act a proper sklavin and instead save her daughter. It was a shame, she was killed. It hadn’t been a fast death, for all she was only a sklavin with little fighting experience, she had a mothers desperation and had ignored pain, fighting until her body caved. Once she quit being able to fight she was left where she lay, to slowly bleed out and die. Stumble watched his sister then get corrected for trying to run, and he sat there quietly doing nothing to stop it. What could he do? Mother had spoken of a day they would become free, of trusting in himself for this, and yet it did not seem possible. Perhaps the other sklavin was right, that they must simply accept, perhaps mother had died because she chose wrong.
Two weeks later his sister tried to run away again, and was again punished and torn apart far worse than the last time. The two siblings never spoke, his sister was disgusted with Stumble for not trying to run. It took another three months before his sister tried running once again, she was gone for a day but then caught, injured, and herded back to be killed in front of Stumble as a reminder of what happened to runaways. The wolf given the order to find and kill his sister? The sklavin who had talked to him of why one had to be a proper sklavin. Mother and sister were dead, and he had no clue who his father was, nor did he really care.
Stumble spent a good two weeks quiet, submissive, and barely noticed. Then one day he left, trying to do what both his mother and sister had failed at. Like the two he was caught and punished. The pack had enough of sklavins trying to run, the beta of the pack’s words rang in Stumble’s head, “try to run again and you will meet your mother and sister in death.”
Meet them again? If caught and killed he could beg them for forgiveness in being such a poor brother and son. Stumble ran again the following night, hoping they would not expect it since he had just been injured. It worked in the end. The wolf pack did notice, but the wolves sent after him didn’t bother rushing as he had laid an easy trail of blood to follow. How far could the injured Stumble truly go before he gave up?
Stumble ran until he reached the edge of a cliff, and looked down at the ground below him. What was the chance of surviving such a jump? His head turned, sad eyes switching to glare defiance at the pack he had left behind. All or nothing. Stumble jumped, and it seemed all too fast that he hit the ground. Oddly it didn’t hurt, still his body didn’t seem to obey him. Was he going to die? Death would be peaceful at least. His eyes opened, and focused a bit more on the site before him. The rock wall of the cliff had a small hole in it, just enough to crawl too and squeeze himself in.
The pack never found Stumble, and yet he barely survived. The slam of ground against body had broken too many bones, left gashes on parts of his skin where small pebbles had dug into him on force of landing. The many injuries made him incapable of hunting. Stumble was lucky enough for it to be a rainy season, drinking from a small pool of rain water that formed on occasion. When he could stand on shaky legs he went out and was forced to eat a diet of vegetation such as berries for several moreweeks.
As strength returned so that he could travel and hunt again pride started to finally form inside of him. He had escaped the life of a sklavin as his mother had said. Mother and sister were dead, his body was laced with more scars than he could imagine, and at points his body would ache though he was not injured, but he had accomplished the goal his mother had wanted for her pups.
She had been right all along. The only one he could look to for help was himself. No other wolf would ever protect him, none of those wolves gods would ever help him, but Stumble was strong enough he needed no help. It was time to pay back all the packs that kept sklavins. The sklavins of those packs would be freed, and whatever damage he could due to those packs would be sweet justice! No mistake to be made, he was not freeing sklavins because he cared for them, but for personal vengeance and needing the strength of followers to attack wolfpacks.
Stumble’s original name had been at the whim of a cruel alpha, and its meaning one of only future failures, and so Stumble changed his name to forever leave his enslaved life in the past. The new name he took was Viper. Snakes can be easily overlooked, blending in, and yet their bite is deadly, and all know to be wary of snakes. He had been just one more overlooked sklavin, but now all would know of him and fear his presence! It was time to find sklavins who wished to be a part of his rebellion against wolf custom.
ACCEPTED!
