Post by Kyren on Nov 21, 2011 0:35:17 GMT -5
Shard
"I've become so numb, I can't feel you there..."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Shard
NICKNAME(S):
PRONUNCIATION: Shard (as is)
POSITION: Dominor
taste the sky,
AGE: 4years
GENDER: Male
BREED: Timber Wolf
HEIGHT: 32 inches
APPEARANCE: On first appearance the male wolf seems an impressive representation of his species. No obvious flaw is found in his well sculpted head, or the body’s perfectly muscled frame, or even in his thick bushy tail. His coat is a mixture of dark gray furs that creates an image of the main body being a dull black shade. Softer grays can be found throughout the tip of the tail. His right back leg under the knee is more of a peppery color, with pure white on two of the toes. Amber eyes are found under two small splashes of silvery grey fur that seem to help add the illusion of the eyes themselves appearing larger. Even on close inspection, the most pronounced flaw only seems to be a small notch on the lower part of his left ear. He is relatively tall for his breed, and has learned well how to balance his weight, and how to hold his head that help make his size seem all the more impressive.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Shard most often shows himself to be a cold hearted wolf that has no care for anyone else’s desires or personal opinions. The cold demeanor was created as a defense against pain that comes from caring too much. Shard use to care for any wolf he met, and it never seemed to work out well. Now, he cares for none, or so he says. Shard almost always in control of his emotions, and lets very little surprise him. There is nothing in the waking world that can cause him the pain that he faces when he must confront the nightmares of his sleep. On that note, should one want to put a strain on his emotions, the best time is whenever he is first awakening, as he is frequented with nightmares. For all the outwardly cold demeanor, he does feel driven to have a pack that is run well. Why should he be an alpha? Why should he be the one in charge? Because instinct, every fiber of his being, tells him that is his place. It is his job to watch over those who are below him, to rule them well. It is only his damaged heart that demands he not get to friendly with any.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Bran
MOTHER:Toren
SIBLINGS: Fizzure
HISTORY: Shard was born along with one sister to the beta male and female of a medium sized pack. Only three months before the alpha’s had also created a fine litter of pups. Those next few months were a time of great joy for the pack with such new promising life all around it. Shard was an outgoing little thing, playing with his sister, the alpha’s pups, and even trying to play with one of the younger sklavins until an embarrassed beta father moved his son away. Bran tried to explain to his son that he should not become friends with creatures as weak as sklavins and Shard listened to his father’s advice, and then was careful to only seek out his sklavin friend when no one else was around.
Shad was approximately seven months old, friends with all but two of the alpha’s pups, and one younger sklavin when he went a step to far. He found his sklavin friend on the edge of ground that dropped quickly several feet into a lake with the two alpha pups he disliked blocking his exit. The main reason Shard hadn’t cared for them, was how they had grown to have too much of a haughty nature, exercising their rights in petty ways. Now a dip in a lake surely won’t kill a wolf, even if it means falling a couple of feet first, and in fact for an outgoing pup it might be fun. However, this young sklavin, if it ever had been brave was long past that point, now it just quivered and cowered before the two pups, not daring to defy and yet too scared to just jump and flee. It stuttered and whimpered and was really quite an embarrassing mess.
Shard ignored common sense, ignored what was proper, and ignored his father’s orders and strode out onto the scene demanding they quit bullying his friend. First the larger pups just laughed at this and then stared at Shard in shock when they realized he was serious. They gave him one last warning to get lost, and he promptly retorted they were getting their last warning to leave.
The fight began! The sklavin fled!
It ended when the young sklavin returned with Bran and the alpha male in tow. A few feet away from where this all started they found the pups on a patch of grass near the river bank. One of the alpha’s pups was soaked wet, and while not appearing overly injured, his breathing was shallow, with soft coughing sounds occasionally emitting from his throat. Shard, was likewise soaked, but appeared healthy as much as one could tell while he fought the alpha’s pup, which was coincidentally the only dry one there.
Bran split up the two as the alpha looked to his near drowned son. The pup would live, but seeing the child that near death was enough that he ordered Bran to either kill his own pup or take it to the auktion rock. Bran refused. Shard started to try and tell his father what had happened, but he was cut off with Bran ordering him back to the den. After Shard left, there was a very short debate about Shard’s fate, and then another fight would take place that day. In the end, the alpha went back to the den with his two pups. Bran’s father never came home, he was dead.
The alpha didn’t bother to again demand that Shard leave, he did however make sure the pup understood it was his fault his father died. Over the next few days Toren watched her son worriedly to see how he’d heal emotionally, and did her best not to watch an alpha she now hated. After a week she decided they had lived long enough in the pack and it was time to become a Freior.
For the next year or so they roamed the land, spending a lot of time on the beach. Shard found his heart mending with the love of his mom and the ability all young things have to generally adapt. Shore birds were fun to chase! Digging up random objects, waiting to learn what mystery you might uncover was a lovely game!
There a came a day, leaving the shore that tragedy struck. A mad fox attacked Shard’s mom. She ordered Shard not to help, and to keep his distance, and the two did get away from it, but Toren already knew her death was sealed. She had smelled the sickness before, and seen what it did to animals. However she tried to order, plead, beg, and demand at Shard he refused to leave her side. Toren gave up, and decided there was only one way to stop her son from seeing her slowly go mad, or risk her own son’s health for that matter, and so she defied every inner instinct she had. She increased the pace of their journey and took Shard to get a view of the Hangen Mesa. Shortly after reaching the top it was time to rest. When her son was asleep Toren jumped off the cliff and ended her own life.
When Toren woke up his world was once more shattered. For another season he roamed alone, and then eventually joined a pack. Had this been his old pack no one would have recognized him for his change in personality. The happy little pup was now a closed off adult. He spent over a year with the pack, and slowly he started opening up to an older wolf in the pack, one that had once been the alpha, and who was now a proud father of the current alpha. The old wolf told him many stories of when he was younger, of opinions of the way a pack should be run, and how great he was before he became old. Age isn’t dramatic, or unnatural in any way, but it is guaranteed to kill you when you try to live too long.
The alpha of the pack seemed to change when his father died, as if he didn’t have to worry about the old wolfs opinions any longer. He got testier in demanding everything be done exactly his way. He was overly swift to punish, and indeed seemed to enjoy causing both sklavins and omega’s pain. Shard listened to the wolves complain about the way their alpha was behaving, discussing who was strongest and could take on the position. His name was actually brought up! Shard didn’t say no, he just ignored the comment altogether and eventually they chose a different male they suggested that could try to take over. The beta, Shard noticed, had not been privy to the conversation.
The fight never happened. As the other wolves slept, and Shard pretended to sleep, he noticed a scrawny omega slink over to the beta. They talked in silence for a while and then the omega left. The next day, the alpha sent three wolves off hunting. The beta, the omega he’d seen last night talking to the beta, and the male that was meant to challenge for alpha. Apparently they managed to bring down a stag, but tragically the deer’s antlers had killed the ‘would be’ challenger. The next day the omega was moved up a rank in the pack.
Shard left the next day and roamed for over a year as he tried to learn more about himself. In the end though, Shard felt drawn to living in a pack. It was time to be done with watching others determine his fate and those around him. Now Shard would be in charge, and there was no way in hell anyone was going to get close enough for him to be hurt when they died.