Post by C A S T-- on Jul 20, 2010 15:24:58 GMT -5
LEAD AND THEY WILL FOLLOW
YOUR TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE
[/center][/font]YOUR TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE
something stirs the bushes that surround you, a gust of wind collides with your hearing, blocking any notion of what you could see, nor hear. interest sparks, and the gust of wind ceases, and perhaps shock makes you turn your head to the side, awkwardly to see the arrival of a hefty experienced male. he was definately a menacing sight, but it was obvious he was in no interest to fight, at least not today. he watches you with a deep, unnerving interest, as if examining to see if you proved any use. or if you were here for anything important, which you were, of course.
the basic information..
Name;
interest sparks, as this is one of the first things everyone asks him when they become aquainted with him. "you seem useful, and here for a reason i presume. since it is only polite to respond, my name is hokori," a gentle response, but still giving you a shiver of unease. he posed no threat, but his strong posture was enough to give even a bear a shock.
Tribe;
he looks sidelong, in the direction of howls sounding in the distance. pausing, as if thinking about who he was interested in joining, as he was interested, he did not look like a wolf who would live his life as a loner. it is then he responds with a fondness, and a very short response. "Aveale,'" you decide not to pester him of his choice and move on to the next question.
Gender;
bewildered, he looks at you with deep irritation. he waits as you look at him, and you realise you already know. he is male. "i will tell you that the last time i checked between my legs i was purely male. i do not think that this status can change, no matter the mishappens," you nod in agreement and continue.
Age;
you gaze at his posture, trying to guess at his age. as you ask it, however his gaze looks slightly confused. he then recognises what you must have meant and responds in his very deep, ancient and indeed wise voice. "i have lived a great five years," it is not obvious, he is older, but will still live and carry on for many years to come.
Race;
it is his wings that capivate you the most, his magnificent butterfly wings, markings so enchanting they draw you in. he is hard to consider of the race, but he responds for you. "by birth i was named shizen, my colours and wings tell it aswell," his interest in this conversation is flickering, but he continues to listen, if faintly.
interest sparks, as this is one of the first things everyone asks him when they become aquainted with him. "you seem useful, and here for a reason i presume. since it is only polite to respond, my name is hokori," a gentle response, but still giving you a shiver of unease. he posed no threat, but his strong posture was enough to give even a bear a shock.
Tribe;
he looks sidelong, in the direction of howls sounding in the distance. pausing, as if thinking about who he was interested in joining, as he was interested, he did not look like a wolf who would live his life as a loner. it is then he responds with a fondness, and a very short response. "Aveale,'" you decide not to pester him of his choice and move on to the next question.
Gender;
bewildered, he looks at you with deep irritation. he waits as you look at him, and you realise you already know. he is male. "i will tell you that the last time i checked between my legs i was purely male. i do not think that this status can change, no matter the mishappens," you nod in agreement and continue.
Age;
you gaze at his posture, trying to guess at his age. as you ask it, however his gaze looks slightly confused. he then recognises what you must have meant and responds in his very deep, ancient and indeed wise voice. "i have lived a great five years," it is not obvious, he is older, but will still live and carry on for many years to come.
Race;
it is his wings that capivate you the most, his magnificent butterfly wings, markings so enchanting they draw you in. he is hard to consider of the race, but he responds for you. "by birth i was named shizen, my colours and wings tell it aswell," his interest in this conversation is flickering, but he continues to listen, if faintly.
beauty is only skin deep..
the wind whispers in your ear, and you look over your checklist and read the questions you must fill out on your own. he listens quietly, but it is clear that he would prefer to talk instead. his attention is withering, but if you continue quickly, he may leave by the end.
Fur colour;
he stands magnificently, allowing you to consider how to explain his fur colour. his main pelt is a rich, golden brown, rather thick, but still looking light. darker brown marks flash across his fur, painting unusual tones in his pelt. a slightly white underbelly and paws are reflected in direct sunlight, and when in the shade, his pelt looks a lot more mysterious. he looks at you, as if he knows you did not point everything out. "i must add, because that description certaintly does not tell even a squirrel what i look like," he started, then looked over his features one last time to make sure he had them all in his mind. "i am a solid golden brown, almost honey. the flecks and streaks on fur that solidalize me are of dark, mud brown and light, almost white. the tips of my tail are painted with black streaks, following along my spine and over my eyes, to create lightning-like tears on my face. interesting you did not catch those," his amusement rocked the area around you and he nodded for you to continue.
Marking colour;
you pause, looking over him for any sign of markings on his body. it is then you look at him, shrugging your shoulders as if you were continuing on your way with another question. "wait just a moment, I do have markings, you just need to look harder than you do. upon my paws and around my ears are thin green markings, in the swirls and gusts of wind. these are very easy to see, though only when you look within me, at my soul and my personality," he rumbled, then allowed you to mark it down and continue on yet again.
Eye colour;
he opens his eyes fully, letting you examine his orbs of seeing. magical they are, and very easily destroyed. hokori cannot answer your question, so it is up to you to find out. his eyes glisten with courage and compassion for leading. he was a born hero, one that had a very important life ahead of him. the colour of fresh moss, damp with clean water. feathers of silver and blue dance in his hues, an impression that shows signifiagance. he glances aside, acknowledgeing you have found every colour in his deep gaze.
Appearance;
he watches you with easy boredum. he decides he will tell you, or rather, what you also know, added on to it. his calm, happy and content side shows he is an easy individual to talk to, get along with. he is slightly flirtatious, and is very eager to lead. his gaze is warm and comforting, and his pelt is sleek and perhaps ruffled like usual. "when mad, angered or indeed full of hatred i am unusually rude and disrespectful, and my fur and eyes are constantly alert and glowing with anger. and indeed, when sadness interfers with my emotions, i am usually very lonely, and have no intention of interaction. my fur is usually rigid, and very matted. my eyes grow dull and lifeless. sadness is my least liked emotion, and it usually leads after anger," he looked calm, but nerves were racking from the constant questions.
he bows his head easily. indicating he is turning to leave, as other more important things were coming up, and he needed to attend them. he shows you that though he is gone, his wake will give you all the knowledge you need to finish, whether short or fast the pace. he then turns and walks, slowly, his wings ruffling in the wind as he leaves. his interest dies down, but the strength of his soul remained in his wake.
Fur colour;
he stands magnificently, allowing you to consider how to explain his fur colour. his main pelt is a rich, golden brown, rather thick, but still looking light. darker brown marks flash across his fur, painting unusual tones in his pelt. a slightly white underbelly and paws are reflected in direct sunlight, and when in the shade, his pelt looks a lot more mysterious. he looks at you, as if he knows you did not point everything out. "i must add, because that description certaintly does not tell even a squirrel what i look like," he started, then looked over his features one last time to make sure he had them all in his mind. "i am a solid golden brown, almost honey. the flecks and streaks on fur that solidalize me are of dark, mud brown and light, almost white. the tips of my tail are painted with black streaks, following along my spine and over my eyes, to create lightning-like tears on my face. interesting you did not catch those," his amusement rocked the area around you and he nodded for you to continue.
Marking colour;
you pause, looking over him for any sign of markings on his body. it is then you look at him, shrugging your shoulders as if you were continuing on your way with another question. "wait just a moment, I do have markings, you just need to look harder than you do. upon my paws and around my ears are thin green markings, in the swirls and gusts of wind. these are very easy to see, though only when you look within me, at my soul and my personality," he rumbled, then allowed you to mark it down and continue on yet again.
Eye colour;
he opens his eyes fully, letting you examine his orbs of seeing. magical they are, and very easily destroyed. hokori cannot answer your question, so it is up to you to find out. his eyes glisten with courage and compassion for leading. he was a born hero, one that had a very important life ahead of him. the colour of fresh moss, damp with clean water. feathers of silver and blue dance in his hues, an impression that shows signifiagance. he glances aside, acknowledgeing you have found every colour in his deep gaze.
Appearance;
he watches you with easy boredum. he decides he will tell you, or rather, what you also know, added on to it. his calm, happy and content side shows he is an easy individual to talk to, get along with. he is slightly flirtatious, and is very eager to lead. his gaze is warm and comforting, and his pelt is sleek and perhaps ruffled like usual. "when mad, angered or indeed full of hatred i am unusually rude and disrespectful, and my fur and eyes are constantly alert and glowing with anger. and indeed, when sadness interfers with my emotions, i am usually very lonely, and have no intention of interaction. my fur is usually rigid, and very matted. my eyes grow dull and lifeless. sadness is my least liked emotion, and it usually leads after anger," he looked calm, but nerves were racking from the constant questions.
he bows his head easily. indicating he is turning to leave, as other more important things were coming up, and he needed to attend them. he shows you that though he is gone, his wake will give you all the knowledge you need to finish, whether short or fast the pace. he then turns and walks, slowly, his wings ruffling in the wind as he leaves. his interest dies down, but the strength of his soul remained in his wake.
know your enemy..
Likes;
>> speaking, it revives his compassion
>> air, wind, storms anything that blows or comes from the sky
>> leading, he enjoys giving out his knowledge
Dislikes;
>> water, it saddens him and also makes him emotional
>> bossy individuals, ones who tell him he was wrong, when he knows he did what was right
>> the hiragana tribe, not known why but he has no liking for those wolves
Strengths;
>> wind, his interest makes him powerful, often has the ability to control it slightly
>> muscles, ability to lift into the air with ease, and battle others easily
Weaknesses;
>> water, the sight and sound of it draws power from him, no reason known
>> speed, he is known as a tank, and has no interest in running, nor is he good at it
Birth Power;
wind, air, lightning all things that come from the sky
Personality;
he is short-tempered, but is trying hard to control his anger. oftentimes when he is in a happy mood, his personality shows glee and interest in his surroundings, an impulse to explore and do new things, rather than sit and talk constantly without much of a chance to do something new. in his angered state, snarling moods and fleeing wolves is what usually happens. it is very disdainful to be caught in the middle of his temper, and even worse if you were the one who made him upset or angry. although, sadness still lurks, even in the mind of this almighty beast. sadness lands upon him when he least expects it, and has little interest to do anything, and everyone seems to stay their distance, even when he is in despriate need for attention.
leaves flutter around you, ancient and reminding you of the thousand years they have lived. ancestors they remind you of, and that is basicly what you are about to be writing down.
>> speaking, it revives his compassion
>> air, wind, storms anything that blows or comes from the sky
>> leading, he enjoys giving out his knowledge
Dislikes;
>> water, it saddens him and also makes him emotional
>> bossy individuals, ones who tell him he was wrong, when he knows he did what was right
>> the hiragana tribe, not known why but he has no liking for those wolves
Strengths;
>> wind, his interest makes him powerful, often has the ability to control it slightly
>> muscles, ability to lift into the air with ease, and battle others easily
Weaknesses;
>> water, the sight and sound of it draws power from him, no reason known
>> speed, he is known as a tank, and has no interest in running, nor is he good at it
Birth Power;
wind, air, lightning all things that come from the sky
Personality;
he is short-tempered, but is trying hard to control his anger. oftentimes when he is in a happy mood, his personality shows glee and interest in his surroundings, an impulse to explore and do new things, rather than sit and talk constantly without much of a chance to do something new. in his angered state, snarling moods and fleeing wolves is what usually happens. it is very disdainful to be caught in the middle of his temper, and even worse if you were the one who made him upset or angry. although, sadness still lurks, even in the mind of this almighty beast. sadness lands upon him when he least expects it, and has little interest to do anything, and everyone seems to stay their distance, even when he is in despriate need for attention.
leaves flutter around you, ancient and reminding you of the thousand years they have lived. ancestors they remind you of, and that is basicly what you are about to be writing down.
will you learn from the past?
Relatives;
mother: deceased
father: living - shi
siblings: unknown
History;
words whisper in your ear of his past, and you write down,
as a pup, his life was full of misery and anger. never had his father given him praise, love or even help. taught to live on his own, at the age of a pup, six months. his mother had died soon after his birth, but her love for him stayed strong in his mind. he grew into his body, his wings always the center of attention. the love and praise he felt from other wolves was very important to him, even if his father did not enjoy it. leader of many, his father has always been the head of many others, and wanted hokori to do the same. it was then hokori found the land of aveale, wonderful but empty. the only wolf that could be found there was a very pretty fae named scheherzade, the tribe healer. he then began to think under the advice of her words, he might possibly be one of the alpha's of that tribe.
[/i][/center]mother: deceased
father: living - shi
siblings: unknown
History;
words whisper in your ear of his past, and you write down,
as a pup, his life was full of misery and anger. never had his father given him praise, love or even help. taught to live on his own, at the age of a pup, six months. his mother had died soon after his birth, but her love for him stayed strong in his mind. he grew into his body, his wings always the center of attention. the love and praise he felt from other wolves was very important to him, even if his father did not enjoy it. leader of many, his father has always been the head of many others, and wanted hokori to do the same. it was then hokori found the land of aveale, wonderful but empty. the only wolf that could be found there was a very pretty fae named scheherzade, the tribe healer. he then began to think under the advice of her words, he might possibly be one of the alpha's of that tribe.
