Post by selantra on Sept 5, 2009 18:05:58 GMT -5
:.:When I was born they called me:.: Takal
:.:Among the chosen I am known:.:Tak/Kal
:.:I was pronounced:.: A male heir
:.:The celebrated my birth:.: 3 years ago
:,:Prince of the:.:Maned Wolves
:.:Regal stature:.:40 in
:.:Seen as:.: Tall for his kind, and slightly bulkier than most, Takal is a fine creature. Long legs are mostly a deep pumpkin shade of organge,with a few fine individual hair of ebony randomly sown in the mirthful shade of orcher, the bright color continue into the core of his body, though darkening considerabley into a moody topaz around his shoulder blades. His mane is dark as well, half topaz and half ebony, the ebony starts at the base of his spine and tapers off his shoulders.Most noticeable is his face, for instead of a mask, most of his face is jet black, bright orange curling around his canine chin and a blot of autumn orange travels to the base of his nose. His face is remarkable and hard to forget, anyone who has met him will remember him. His pools are a light milk chocolate,though they change depending on the mood. They range to an amused shade of hazel to omious jet marble pools. Lean and suprisingly muscular, Takal is a bit large for his breed. He is at the top of the height and is bulkier in the shoulder than most of his kind. His shoulders,muzzle, and torso are riddled with scars though none are substantial enough to be markers. His stunted tail is the last of his feature, and the most unsuprising. Stunted, the dwarfed tail reached his inverted ankles, the black tip resting a easy foot above the ground.
:.:Known As:.:
Time has been a creul mistress to Takal, both kind and malovolent.Wary and untrusting of strangers, Takal may come off as abrasive.Quick to pounce with bulk, and sparing with venomous words. He does not talk much, or at all to strangers. Manners and decorum have long stopped having meaning in his life. Prone to coming and leaving as he pleases, he is a rouge and often considered a charlatan or disloyal for his disappearing acts. However, once he pledges his loyalty or support, he is bound on personal honor to abide by the afore mentioned. It is not always because he is duty bound that he honors his commitments, but rather because when he makes such a pledge it is with great confidence in what he is pledging himself.
Takal is slow to anger.Cautious, he never makes a killing blow or a strike without first debating it. He views everything in this way, the prey he will hunt, the friends he chooses, and the fights he picks.However once a decision is made, it does not guarantee his follow thru.Quick on his feet, though slow to act, Takal is sharp witted and cunning. It is not a personal pride of his, prefering honest open moves to the cunning and deceitful.He is like a sniper, prefering the well though plan than sheer thoughtless bravado.
Once you know Takal he can be a character. Unless the situation is serious, he cannot keep a straight face. He laughs to loud, and smile too much when in the company of friends.It is one of the first signs that Takal considers you more than a stranger is when his quirky smile spreads across his lips.His laugh is deep baritone, jovial in nature and suprising for the lithe appearing male.His eyes are known to talk,emotions plain in the depths of mahoganny.
Intelligent beyond his years, and jaded more than is healthy for anyone.Takal can change in an instant, though he is a stable character. He is prone to be moody, but he is can be loving and loyal.You have to trust him, and understand that there is a method to his madness.If you can't trust Takal, you will never understand him.
:.:The Past:.:
If you haven't guess who I am, than you are unobservant.Though I must give you credit, for I believe that none in these lands but one, know who I am. I am Takal, older brother to the now Queen of Asmeth. She doesn't know I am here, nor does she know I am alive. I think it is best it stays that way.My life has been rather interesting, though I wish I could tell you it has been an exciting adventure.Life is both cruel and bitter sweet, my life has been this way since birth.My little sister will tell you of a happy and stable home, though, not always complete.She was spared the tumultous and often trecherous ways of our family and kind.As the second child, and daughter, she was to spend her days in peace as a princess and Leader of the Hunt.Would you believe if I once told you my sister laughed and smile so often some of our kind called her the "Sole", the "Sun".She was beautiful.Young,naive, and just then grown into her adult body, but this is not her story.This is my story.
I was born on the same day Indisil was born, the days and years have long since been erroded from my memory, though intentionally or unintentionally, I can't give you the honest answer. I simply know each spring, I age another year and I have already seen three. I was the heir apparant, though this title would not last for very long. I was raised to rule,the princling, and so I was exposed to the cruel, vile world of our kind.Goverment is corrupt, all government is corrupt. I watched my own father plot the murder of family members whose only crime had been to question whether a new law stood to benefit the people. I was privy to the mock coucils, with senators whose only goal was to poffer gain from the misfortune of our people. I watched guards be bought to look the other way, and I watched our people drool over the killing of innocents. Some find me a coward for leaving, wondering why I did not stay to over throw the goverment and bring peace and fairness to our lands.What a beautiful fairy tale ending, but how does one over throw a goverment where the subjects are content to be pawns as long as their carnivorous appitites are saited?If you can give me an answer, than I will concede I was a coward.
I left, a week before my coronation as the prince. There was no fan fare, no dramatic climax.I approached my father and told him that I was leaving. I cannot tell you what elapsed in that conversation.It will be forever lost between my father and I. My mother was the last to know of my leaving, her protests quieted by a low growl of my father, I loved my mother but too long had a beauitful flower been living among weeds. She was suffocating, disappearing into the background, becoming more quiet and demure by the day.Long gone were the days holed up in a cozy den,spinning false, but happy tales for her young pups. I believe she knew what would happen. She knew her children would either be corrupt or leave her, by death or through the path out of the forest. I would like to say she was happy I went, though something died in her the day I left. Hope had died,I understood the world she lived in, while Indisil her precious daughter, was naive to the vicious world in which we lived. She also knew she would lose her sweet "sole" when I left. That is what I regret most.I left my vulnerable sister to the dogs of our world.I had hoped she would persevere, maybe she would be the savior for our broken kind, but she was an innocent.I knew our world would corrupt her or she would fall underneath the schemeing charlatans wailking in wolf's clothing.
They told my sister and our people that I had died, an unfortunate accident or some what. I can promise that I supposedly met a heroic ending, so not to disgrace my proud family name.I ran to the border, my faithful friend,Ridden, following me to the border to cover my tracks and scent.I made him promise to protect my sister,later I would learn from a runaway that Ridden had been killed before he returned to the city,appartantly part of my heroic end. I did not shed any tears for my old friend, though my heart broke inside. I had offered him to come with me, but he had turned me down. He was simply in love with our world,its allure I shall never understand.
I spent the next two years of my life a vagabond. I joined no group, and traveled the world, my only companion another lonely wolf, but our ways would always part.I am now here, a part of me yearning to see my little sister, and a part of me afraid of what I will find.[/color]
:.:Among the chosen I am known:.:Tak/Kal
:.:I was pronounced:.: A male heir
:.:The celebrated my birth:.: 3 years ago
:,:Prince of the:.:Maned Wolves
:.:Regal stature:.:40 in
:.:Seen as:.: Tall for his kind, and slightly bulkier than most, Takal is a fine creature. Long legs are mostly a deep pumpkin shade of organge,with a few fine individual hair of ebony randomly sown in the mirthful shade of orcher, the bright color continue into the core of his body, though darkening considerabley into a moody topaz around his shoulder blades. His mane is dark as well, half topaz and half ebony, the ebony starts at the base of his spine and tapers off his shoulders.Most noticeable is his face, for instead of a mask, most of his face is jet black, bright orange curling around his canine chin and a blot of autumn orange travels to the base of his nose. His face is remarkable and hard to forget, anyone who has met him will remember him. His pools are a light milk chocolate,though they change depending on the mood. They range to an amused shade of hazel to omious jet marble pools. Lean and suprisingly muscular, Takal is a bit large for his breed. He is at the top of the height and is bulkier in the shoulder than most of his kind. His shoulders,muzzle, and torso are riddled with scars though none are substantial enough to be markers. His stunted tail is the last of his feature, and the most unsuprising. Stunted, the dwarfed tail reached his inverted ankles, the black tip resting a easy foot above the ground.
:.:Known As:.:
Time has been a creul mistress to Takal, both kind and malovolent.Wary and untrusting of strangers, Takal may come off as abrasive.Quick to pounce with bulk, and sparing with venomous words. He does not talk much, or at all to strangers. Manners and decorum have long stopped having meaning in his life. Prone to coming and leaving as he pleases, he is a rouge and often considered a charlatan or disloyal for his disappearing acts. However, once he pledges his loyalty or support, he is bound on personal honor to abide by the afore mentioned. It is not always because he is duty bound that he honors his commitments, but rather because when he makes such a pledge it is with great confidence in what he is pledging himself.
Takal is slow to anger.Cautious, he never makes a killing blow or a strike without first debating it. He views everything in this way, the prey he will hunt, the friends he chooses, and the fights he picks.However once a decision is made, it does not guarantee his follow thru.Quick on his feet, though slow to act, Takal is sharp witted and cunning. It is not a personal pride of his, prefering honest open moves to the cunning and deceitful.He is like a sniper, prefering the well though plan than sheer thoughtless bravado.
Once you know Takal he can be a character. Unless the situation is serious, he cannot keep a straight face. He laughs to loud, and smile too much when in the company of friends.It is one of the first signs that Takal considers you more than a stranger is when his quirky smile spreads across his lips.His laugh is deep baritone, jovial in nature and suprising for the lithe appearing male.His eyes are known to talk,emotions plain in the depths of mahoganny.
Intelligent beyond his years, and jaded more than is healthy for anyone.Takal can change in an instant, though he is a stable character. He is prone to be moody, but he is can be loving and loyal.You have to trust him, and understand that there is a method to his madness.If you can't trust Takal, you will never understand him.
:.:The Past:.:
If you haven't guess who I am, than you are unobservant.Though I must give you credit, for I believe that none in these lands but one, know who I am. I am Takal, older brother to the now Queen of Asmeth. She doesn't know I am here, nor does she know I am alive. I think it is best it stays that way.My life has been rather interesting, though I wish I could tell you it has been an exciting adventure.Life is both cruel and bitter sweet, my life has been this way since birth.My little sister will tell you of a happy and stable home, though, not always complete.She was spared the tumultous and often trecherous ways of our family and kind.As the second child, and daughter, she was to spend her days in peace as a princess and Leader of the Hunt.Would you believe if I once told you my sister laughed and smile so often some of our kind called her the "Sole", the "Sun".She was beautiful.Young,naive, and just then grown into her adult body, but this is not her story.This is my story.
I was born on the same day Indisil was born, the days and years have long since been erroded from my memory, though intentionally or unintentionally, I can't give you the honest answer. I simply know each spring, I age another year and I have already seen three. I was the heir apparant, though this title would not last for very long. I was raised to rule,the princling, and so I was exposed to the cruel, vile world of our kind.Goverment is corrupt, all government is corrupt. I watched my own father plot the murder of family members whose only crime had been to question whether a new law stood to benefit the people. I was privy to the mock coucils, with senators whose only goal was to poffer gain from the misfortune of our people. I watched guards be bought to look the other way, and I watched our people drool over the killing of innocents. Some find me a coward for leaving, wondering why I did not stay to over throw the goverment and bring peace and fairness to our lands.What a beautiful fairy tale ending, but how does one over throw a goverment where the subjects are content to be pawns as long as their carnivorous appitites are saited?If you can give me an answer, than I will concede I was a coward.
I left, a week before my coronation as the prince. There was no fan fare, no dramatic climax.I approached my father and told him that I was leaving. I cannot tell you what elapsed in that conversation.It will be forever lost between my father and I. My mother was the last to know of my leaving, her protests quieted by a low growl of my father, I loved my mother but too long had a beauitful flower been living among weeds. She was suffocating, disappearing into the background, becoming more quiet and demure by the day.Long gone were the days holed up in a cozy den,spinning false, but happy tales for her young pups. I believe she knew what would happen. She knew her children would either be corrupt or leave her, by death or through the path out of the forest. I would like to say she was happy I went, though something died in her the day I left. Hope had died,I understood the world she lived in, while Indisil her precious daughter, was naive to the vicious world in which we lived. She also knew she would lose her sweet "sole" when I left. That is what I regret most.I left my vulnerable sister to the dogs of our world.I had hoped she would persevere, maybe she would be the savior for our broken kind, but she was an innocent.I knew our world would corrupt her or she would fall underneath the schemeing charlatans wailking in wolf's clothing.
They told my sister and our people that I had died, an unfortunate accident or some what. I can promise that I supposedly met a heroic ending, so not to disgrace my proud family name.I ran to the border, my faithful friend,Ridden, following me to the border to cover my tracks and scent.I made him promise to protect my sister,later I would learn from a runaway that Ridden had been killed before he returned to the city,appartantly part of my heroic end. I did not shed any tears for my old friend, though my heart broke inside. I had offered him to come with me, but he had turned me down. He was simply in love with our world,its allure I shall never understand.
I spent the next two years of my life a vagabond. I joined no group, and traveled the world, my only companion another lonely wolf, but our ways would always part.I am now here, a part of me yearning to see my little sister, and a part of me afraid of what I will find.[/color]
