Post by Ϻinέrvă on Aug 4, 2011 13:56:43 GMT -5
KRONOS
"You cannot kill what's not your creation"
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Kronos
NICKNAME(S): --
PRONUNCIATION: KROH-nos
POSITION: Dominor
taste the sky,
AGE: 6 years
GENDER: Male
BREED: Great Plains
HEIGHT: 42 inches
APPEARANCE:
Dark brown fur covers his buff body, becoming thicker on his chest and neck. Black highlights streak across his fur like claw marks, tapering to a point as they end. His white chin fur trickles down to cover his chest and belly, also decorating the insides of his legs. His sheer bulk is his most intimidating feature. Though it slows him down, he is powerful and smart in battle. Haunting yellow eyes, almost reminiscent of those of snake, stare down everyone around him. Kronos’s large muzzle is pointed in more ways than one, with the tips of sharp teeth slipping out of his lips. His ears sit small on his large head, cupped to catch each and every sound around him. Short claws add extra power to his giant paws. His head carries a long scar, running from the base of his left ear down to his cheek; the mark of the incident that changed his life. It is almost hidden by his fur, but it becomes apparent when he turns his head to the right.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY:
Kronos has power and he is well aware of it. His serious attitude and haunting looks leave a dark aura around him, making most wolves think twice about crossing him. He is not opposed to friendships with other dominors, but he tends to think of wolves as assets rather than friends. Kronos sorts wolves into three categories: ally, enemy, or worthless. Usually, they stay there. Though aggressive and often the one to make the first move in a fight, he does not look for trouble. He can be a deadly opponent during battle, striking quickly and without warning, with a lifetime of practice to draw from. Kronos will not intentionally mistreat slaves, but he expects nothing less than complete obedience. He will not tolerate blatant disrespect, from equals or lessers. In his mind, there is only one way to do things and that's his way. He believes that all wolves should lead a disciplined lifestyle and doesn't care for laziness.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Krieos
MOTHER: Janis
SIBLINGS: None
HISTORY:
Kronos’s story begins with a small free-roaming pack, struggling to survive a terrible famine, and a pregnant she-wolf, preparing to give birth to her first litter. Lack of food had made her thin and even her bulging stomach did nothing to hide the bones that showed plainly through her ragged pelt. Her howls of agony could be heard all over the camp; everyone waited anxiously to hear the soft whimpers of pups. The flicker of hope in their hearts ebbed every time a pup, stillborn and lifeless, was carried out into the woods to be buried. It had been all but extinguished when the weak cry of a hungry pup came from the birthing den. One pup of out the seven that had grown in their mother’s stomach lived. He was given the name Rorka.
Because of the famine, Rorka had not one playmate to spend his puppyhood with. He never learned how to play, but quickly jumped the gap from infant to adult. Instead of play-wars, he had battle training. Instead of chasing leaves, he stalked prey under the watchful eye of his father. As he grew older and stronger, Rorka spent almost every moment of his life training or working for the pack.
While hunting alone at the edge of the pack’s territory, he chased a rabbit off the edge of a ravine. Rorka, intent on his prey, didn’t see the steep drop until it was too late. Plummeting over the side, his head landed on a rock, knocking him unconscious. A swift river ran through the bottom of the ravine, and its current took the unconscious Rorka downstream, far away from his home. Eventually he came to a place where the river grew shallow and got stuck half in and half out of the water.
When he woke, he found himself surrounded by a pack of bloodthirsty, warlike wolves. With no memory of his life before then, Rorka was allowed into their pack because he was weak and nonthreatening, but as an inferior omega. As the omega, he was automatically assigned the job of punching bag, used for practice fights and battle training. However, as he engaged in these mock battles, his old training came back to him, his muscles remembering the movements even if his conscious mind did not. When the Alpha noticed how well he fought, always figuring out new ways to knock his opponent off his feet, he promoted Rorka to a full member. At this time he was bestowed with a new name, Kronos. With that name he was officially welcomed to the pack, for he was called merely “Wolf” before, having forgotten his real name. With every battle he fought, Kronos was exalted by his pack-mates for his brilliant tactics. At this time, another strong warrior was also making a name for himself in another pack, and it was only a matter of time before the two would meet.
The other wolf had a dark, scheming nature, however, and chose a midnight raid over meeting on the battlefield. Kronos, unprepared, was captured along with most of his pack. Many were made into slaves and some were executed, but Kronos was sold to the slave traders of Ravensbruck and sent to the Rock. The master who claimed him knew he was capable of better things, though, and made him his right-hand wolf. With his serious attitude and strong muscles, he quickly gained the respect of everyone in the pack. When his Alpha grew ill and lingered at the edge of death, Kronos decided to leave rather than serve under the Alpha's son, who spoiled and incompetent. As soon as he left, Kronos decided he would never serve anyone again, and began to look for a land to call his own.
