Post by Zel on Mar 6, 2012 12:22:00 GMT -5
ZANE
"I need you like the sun needs the rain.
Can't think of any better way to say;
I need you say you need me too."
-- Saving Abel; I Need You
Can't think of any better way to say;
I need you say you need me too."
-- Saving Abel; I Need You
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Zane
NICKNAME(S): N/A
PRONUNCIATION: Z-ane
POSITION: Freior
taste the sky,
AGE: 3
GENDER: Male
BREED: Timber Wolf
HEIGHT: 30 in
APPEARANCE:
A deep scar runs across his right eye to the bridge of his nose. It's a defining feature of Zane. He earned it from his second master after he fought to escape. Many more scars litter his body. Luckily his thick fur covers them. Scars of being a past Sklavin run deeper than his skin though. His body no longer appears to be a sack of walking bones it's filled out and thickened since his past almost two years of being held captive. He's missing his left and right dew claws, they were removed by his first master as a pup to symbolize he was a sklavin. He doesn't remember the pain now and it doesn't seem to affect him, except he feels sick to his stomach when he looks at them. Only his first master's slave traders look for the missing dew claws on wolves. It mostly goes unnoticed.
A year and five months of being on his own and free from his previous life have been good for his body. He was always a large wolf, he threw his bulk around before to get masters to give him up and to keep masters from taking serious looks at him. He's filled out nicely, with the lean muscles of a free wolf. He's a young male in his prime and not afraid to use his assets to his advantage.
His fur is the opposite of his father, sister, and brother. He earned his coat from his mother. It's a lighter brown than his siblings and father. He did keep his father's eye color though. That's about it from his father though. He even kept the mental sanity from his mother. Life as a slave couldn't break him. His fur now shines with a luster that most are envious of. Thicker in the winter than the summer. His summer coat is even brighter than it is in the winter. With mixtures of cream, light brown, and white. The white mostly being on his under belly and muzzle.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY:
Zane and his mother were the only sane ones from his family. either bowed when told to and they never put on a mask to hide their true feelings towards another wolf. Which was not good for his mother as she is now probably dead because of it. Zane counts himself a lucky one and yet is always on the look out for sklavin's that seem like they want freedom. Those that have the same defiant spark in them. He's a freior wolf and he is bound and determined to keep that status to the death. He would never go back. He wants to find something of his mother and siblings; hopefully them alive. He remembers them; if vaguely. The most recognition he would get from his siblings is that he has the same markings as his mother. He's the spitting image of her, while they have the dark fur of their father. If they are still in captivity he's trying to find them; almost desperately. Even going as far as feigning a master at the auktion rock.
Zane is a rebellious wolf. Has been since he was breed in captivity. He fought the chains that bound him. Found a mistress he could sweet talk out of his chains and fled the world. Of course, there was no true feelings between them. He was her only slave and though he knew she loved him as more than mistress and slave, he took advantage of that. She set him free hoping he would return to her. He's never afraid to exploit others, especially slave traders and masters, if it will get him what he wants. His rebellious nature knew it would make him sick to return to the same wolf who bought him and possibly another wolf to replace him (that's a good plot if someone is up for it :P). Even now free from his past life he's made sure to let foolish slavkin traders know he has no patience for them. He has the weight to throw around and he's not afraid to do so.
He's a steal from the rich type fellow. While more rugged and cut throat than Robin Hood, he certainly has no problems being called upon to kill Dominors if he could have the chance. A dare devil he walks into the Auktion Rock with no fear of captivity, always looking for that way out. He is proud of his capacity to judge whether a wolf has ill will or not. He doesn't trust wolves and it makes him seem complacent and stubborn. Almost hard headed. On the inside he's a very sincere and loyal wolf. He just needs to find a wolf or a pack that will restore his faith in his species. So far he's found himself to be very self-reliant and capable on his own. Around good company he's finally learning to be more open even show more of his fun loving side. Of course it's a slow process though it's not too long before he really settles in the world.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Absinthe
MOTHER: Corina
SIBLINGS: Gabriel and his sister
HISTORY:
"Rule number one in MY house, you will never speak unless spoken to."
Zane whined for his siblings and mother. He tried to keep their faces imprinted in his memory. Alas the three month old pup couldn't he could barely remember the warm homey smells. He was locked in a den guarded by two large wolves day and night. His feet were killing him, they had ripped off his dew claws. They bled and every time he took a step he whimpered. That's what his master cruelly called him, Whimper. Zane was almost broken then. But he met friendly sklavin they helped him regain himself. Taught him the ropes. Showed him how to be a wolf. The other was older though. Zane at 6 months watched as the elder wolf was beaten to death before his very eyes. Zane lost hope in his species when the light drifted from his friend's eyes. Anger seeped into his heart and he knew now that nothing could be taken for granted.
He ran away. Zane was fast for he was young but he wasn't fast enough. His master caught up to him. Beat him to the ground. Zane through the pain cried and cursed his master. He managed to take his masters ear off with a bite. From there he was shipped back to the Auktion rock. To be paraded in front of a crowd of crazed masters. Zane fought every minute of the awful show. Snapped, showed teeth, and even cursed the fools who dare think of trying to tame him. It wasn't enough though. In their eyes he was still a young boy who could be tamed. Again, this time he was forced to another master and master who would be worse than his first. . . .
"Rule number two, you will never even think about biting
Blood dripped from his mouth as he sat and glared at his new master. A snarl still on his face. Zane could do nothing but watch as the male circled again and with, that stupid contraption of cougar claws on his paw, put the gaping cut over Zane's eye. Thankfully his eye wasn't hurt and squinted through the blood. The deep amber, almost orange eyes glowered at the fool. Zane knew what he was taught his old master had spoken with this one. He was being taught not to bite. Too bad they didn't think he was clever. They thought him stupid. Simpletons. They were soon to be wrong.
Another six months put Zane at a year old. He grew into his full size and relished the fact he was bigger than his master. Who ever his parents were they gave him a sturdy, larger frame. Too bad he was fed nothing but scraps; he was sure he could challenge his master and set his fellow Sklavin free if he was just a bit stronger. Cougar Claws would die though. A war broke out Zane was captured but he didn't care. He grinned maliciously as his old master was killed. He didn't notice his new mistress watching him with interest. Her mate was killed in the battle as well. It didn't matter Zane didn't care then. All he knew was that the monster who dang near killed him on occasions was now choking for breath. . . .
Rule number three, you will never be shown this kindness again
Warm licks rose him from his sleep. The few nights before had left Zane still exhausted. The screams. Many slaves died but he just sat there in the chaos just watching his master die laughing like a maniac. It was his on moment of insanity. It was a glorious moment but now his eyes woke to find a she wolf was licking his face. Cleaning it? Zane's mistress was a wolf he wouldn't forget. She kept slaves but kept them fed. They were her pets. It sickened him and intrigued him. They were workers for he and they adored her. But not him. He had no problem snarling at her like he did every other master who tried to control him. She was licking his face though. He wanted to question her but didn't just laid his head on her paws with a huff. They didn't speak to each other that night. He didn't move and she settled with laying her head on his shoulder. Two suffering wolves taking comfort in each other.
For the next seven months. His mistress, unbeknownst to him, was reconditioning him. Everything he learned as a sklavin was being challenged in some small way. He was taught to hunt, to fight, and to trust. That last one was hard. His mistress knew that was something he would have to deal with on his own. He didn't know that the wolves he thought were slaves were actually real members of the pack. They were being taught to hunt and fight on their own. They weren't her pets as Zane bitterly saw them, they were her pack mates. She was Alphess. Zane learned little over time what was happening. On that seventh month. His mistress led him to the edge of her territory. She told him to go to live his live as a free wolf. Only when he could trust others could he return. Zane didn't understand then what she meant. He ran from her, thinking that he was never to return regardless. . .
"Rule number four, survival of the fittest. Survival of the Freior."
Five months later Zane had reconditioned his body to be as strong as it could be. When he ran that night. He did so thinking that he would be able to find his old Alphess again. He never did. He went back to the territory to find them gone. That pushed him to search for the only wolf who taught him kindness. Who taught him how to live. Did he trust others. No but he didn't think that he would never see her again. He thought of searching for his siblings but he remembered that they were possibly dead and he didn't know what they even looked like. Still he's searching for something possibly a place he could settle down and call home.