Post by Kyren on Jul 11, 2011 17:19:07 GMT -5
Bakio
" And as we lie beneath the stars
We realize how small we are..."(nickleback: If everyone cared)
We realize how small we are..."(nickleback: If everyone cared)
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Bakio
NICKNAME(S): Baki
PRONUNCIATION:Bakio? B(like boy) (soft ‘a’) ki (like key) o
POSITION: free roamer
taste the sky,
AGE:
GENDER: Male
BREED: Maned wolf
HEIGHT: 39inches
APPEARANCE: This is a big wolf! Big but rather awkward looking, as if the one who made him tossed a bunch of random parts together and this is what you got. Bakio seems to be mostly legs, and the head is too small for his body, with ears that just seem too wide and reasonably tall. His tail only falls to a bit below the back of his knee’s. The main color of his coat is a dull coppery red, but he has some rather striking markings that help make up for such a dull looking coat. A ridge of rich black fur, rather like a cropped mane falls from top of his neck down past his shoulders. Black fur continues on either side of the top of his mane as small strips of black that connect under the chin of his neck. His coppery muzzle seems to more subtly slowly shift from the red to the same dark black of his small nose. The tip of his tail, and legs from knee’s on down are also coated in silky black fur.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Bakio is a wolf with little ambition. He’s a dreamer and storyteller. His heart likes to sail up to the stars and ask ‘why. Or what could have been or will be’. Bakio is for the most part a gentle giant. While he can be pushed to fight it takes a good bit of that pushing, the best way is to threaten to harm pups. He never much cared for the concept of slavery, but is not one to challenge the way things are. Bakio is a contradiction in how he both enjoys isolation, the peace of time alone to dream, and yet enjoys the social world where he might get inspiration for stories, or even possibly share them. Likewise he enjoys roaming, using a wolfs stamina and his long legs to travel the land, as it offers him a sense of freedom so much more than the word itself can convey. He has no desire to make decisions that affect others, preferring to be only responsible for himself, this way he won’t be responsible should anything bad happen to another.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER:Zalon
MOTHER:Sorani
SIBLINGS: Nali
HISTORY: His parents were both free roamers that liked to travel together, and roamed throughout many territories. They enjoyed trying to silently move into lands not their own, explore, get some food, and then move on. They were arrogant, knowing that for all their size they were both fast and assumed their senses were sharp enough to know when to disappear.
The problem with this was obviously if they had to ever fight, there was no pack to assist them. It would have been wise to join a pack when they realized Sorani was with pups, but they did not. Two pups were eventually born and they had their paws full. The father hunted and mother tried to protect the pups alone. One day Zalon came back to find Nali and Sorani both dead, the mother had apparently died trying to protect the pup from some type of predator with very large claws. The last pup, little Bakio was found hidden under a pile of fall leaves, his coppery red coat blending in well with the red and orange leaves. Together father and son travelled, the pup having to hide whenever the father left him to hunt. When Bakio could better keep up with his father he was taken along on the hunts. It was still hard on Zalon, protecting the pup while they roamed alone. A day came when the two were found in the land of another alpha who was rather unforgiving. Bakio’s father had tried running, but when it was obvious the wolf was going to catch up regardless he had spun to fight ordering his son to keep running. The small pup had spun to try and valiantly fight with his father, only to find his father grabbing him by the scruff and flinging him away. This action cost Zalon his life, his attention being forced slightly away from the aggressor had been a tragic mistake. The pup had stood frozen in horror as his father’s blood spilled from his body. The pup met his father’s gaze, watching the life slowly leave Zalon’s eyes.
The alpha wolf had looked at small Bakio, only 10 months old at the time. It could be debated if the alpha was kind or cruel when he told the pup to leave his territory. He didn’t kill him, or make him a sklavin, but what chance did the pup have on his own? He offered it a hope, as limited as it was. The small pup had slowly backed up, staring at his father the whole time before finally something clicked in the back of the pup’s mind, like a lightning bolt blasting a whole in a tree, reality sunk in and he ran from that reality. The pup ran till his lungs ached, his leg muscles strained and finally in an exhausted heap slept. Out in the open that night, with no strength to move it was only sheer luck that nothing happened to him.
The pup didn’t discriminate on what he ate, catching what was easiest, whether it be as tantalizing as a rabbit or small as a baby bird that fell from its nest, at points berries would supplement a meal. As he got older Bakio hunted for larger game and slowly his abilities grew. He couldn’t take down big game by brute strength but he could tire it out so that the fight was gone. Up till he was well over three years old that was his way of life. Eventually he chose to beg entrance into a pack, and was accepted as an omega.
Bakio enjoyed playing with the younger pups, and telling them of the many stories he’d made up. He dreamed of lands still unseen and shared those dreams with those who showed interest. Unfortunately after 3 years the alpha female died and a new one was chosen. She was a vicious small thing, unsecure in the new position she had been granted and one of her first acts was to be rid of an omega she had never trusted. She had never trusted Bakio’s entrance to the pack, she felt he was always hiding something and it was an easy enough matter to make the male agree to chase Bakio away with warnings never to return.
So for another year Bakio has been roaming the land once again, torn between asking to join another pack or continue roaming. To risk asking to join and being denied or even just thrown out later. He could roam, enjoy travelling the land but then miss the interaction with other pack mates. Oh the difficult choices we must make!