Post by kezune on Jan 23, 2009 18:51:23 GMT -5
+ Wolf Name: Kezune
+ Pronunciation: (Keh-zoon)
+ Gender: Male
+ Age: 3
+Alignment: Don’t know yet, loner for now (Light or Neutral)
+ Family:
Father: Lerend
Mother: Arrow
Brother: Kitur
+ Appearance: If you remember anything about this wolf’s appearance it would be that he is seemingly missing an eye. It’s not actually gone, he just suffered great impact which killed some nerves in the area. As a result he can not open this eye, might as well be gone since it serves no purpose to him. There was a lot of swelling when the wound was first dealt, but since then it has all swelled down. If it weren’t for 3 minor scars around the area, you’d probably think that he was born that way. One scar is above his brow while the other two sit below his eye on opposite sides of the top scar.
His coat is a wide mix of grays, blacks, whites, and browns though it’s mostly a grayer tone all together. Other than his eye, he looks just like any other wolf. Handsome in his youth despite his conflicting personality. His eyes, or eye is a bright emerald green.
+ Personality: Shrewdly Kezune tends to lack a personality, that or he is just starting to recover one. He had a rough past in which he was betrayed by a life long friend and lost his mate in the process. He believes that he lost his heart and soul, or at least traded to an odd fae in exchange for his life. At least that is what she lead him to believe for her own personal gain. Back when this took place he felt nothing, not a d**n feeling when his world had crashed around him. After a dream, he seemed to be recovering small bits of feelings. No sorrow for the things that were long past, but lonely in his solitude. He’d have a friendly, loyal, and adventurous personality if he could recover who he use to be.
+ History: There are packs wherever there are wolves in this world. Loners come and pass, some settle down in hopes to raise a pack. A little community where they can help their race in what means they think fruitful. Packs grow or simply fade away, the ones that survive always bear pups for they are the shining future of the pack. One pack far from this land to which Kezune and his brother, Kitur, were born. Their parents Lerend, and Arrow who contributed to pack hunts and whatever need be done. Kezune’s family have little to do with his story. They raised him, taught him right from wrong according to wolf-kind, and most importantly taught him how to hunt, survive, and defend himself. A good family which in return benefited him with a good personality.
His story focuses on his two life long friends, Trine, and Rana. They always had each other growing up. Learned life’s lessons together, Played games together, went on adventures together, everything. Kezune and Trine always played the two tough adventurers that would step in when all went wrong, and Rana’s sense of adventure would always keep them entertained. Always getting into trouble, but always pulling through with the help of one another.
Feeling always change with age, Kezune and Rana were falling in love. Leaving Trine feeling as though he was left out, and filling him with thoughts of jealousy. The pair were still together through it all, but Trine though differently about his friend Kezune. He’d formed a plot to remove Kezune from the picture, sick and tired of seeing Kezune receive the attention that he craved from Rana. When he’d built up enough guts, he led Kezune off towards a canyon. Not unusual for the pair to go out on adventures together, they were both still young. Trine, however, did not know that Rana was following somewhere behind, trying to catch up with her two friends.
“Hey…come on man, what did you want to show me out here?” Kezune said to his buddy as he surveyed the area. There was not much of interest in the canyons. The steep ledges there were only thing interesting unless rocks and sand excited you. No prey went down into the canyons since there was nothing to eat, so there were no predators either with exception to them. “Heh, all I see is a bunch of rocks” he said, as he looked back at his friend.
“Then take a closer LOOK!” Trine yelled, ramming his friend off a ledge without little chance for him to react. Kezune fell down a few feet, spared by a large rock ledge below. Rolling around to stand and look at his attacker, he realized that his leg had been twisted in the fall. Just a sprain or something, but at the moment it was preventing him from standing too well. Trine had found a safe way down and was cornering his friend. “Your gonna ask me what I’m doing or something like that, right? Well I’m cutting you out of the picture, I should have Rana, not you!”
“What…your kidding right?” Kezune asked as he backed towards the ledge, knowing that he could not defend himself with a wounded leg. He looked at the ledge behind him, a much higher drop than the last. Eyes turning back to Trine who diffidently did not look like he was kidding. “Think about what your doing, your not going to kill me over Rana. Were best buddies!” Trine looked down for a moment, easing Kezune’s tense muscles a bit. He did not listen to his friend and charged at him again, ramming him off the higher ledge. This time Kezune fell from a much higher distance, meeting face first into a solid rock. Perhaps cracking his skull a bit, doing some nerve damage, and knocking him out cold.
Up above Trine’s victory was short lived when Rana jumped in to lash out on him. “What did you do?” she cried before biting into his upper leg. Retaliating he twisted around and grabbed her neck, Rana immediately releasing her grip. In that single sweep to grab her, he twisted around and launched her from the ledge with all of his might. She bounced down past Kezune, falling much further. The fall killed Rana, when it only seemed to have killed Kezune. He lay some feet above her in a bloody unconsous mess. Trine had not planned or wanted to kill Rana in any shape or form. He looked down, the hesitation that killed Rana slowly easing away. If she hadn’t caught him, he could have comforted her and eventually took Kezune’s place. Now he’d have to return and report two accidents to the rest of the pack.
Night had come and Trine was long gone from the canyons, having already returned home and shared the terrible news of the rock slide that took Kezune and Rana’s lives. Kezune lay unconsous still, sleeping while his life was drifting away. A black scraggly looking fae was approached the scene. First finding Rana which she could do nothing for since she was already dead. Further up she found Kezune, which was much more in her interest, especially since he was still holding on to the bit of life he had left.
“Wake.” she leaned down and spoke into the dieing wolf’s ear. “It’d be a shame for you to die here.” Kezune sprung from his slumber as if summoned back into the world of the living. Acknowledging what the strange fae was saying, only responding by opening his now one good eye. “See…now that was not hard, was it? Oops, don’t answer that. Wouldn’t want you wasting any of that precious energy you need to survive” She raised herself level again, smiling down at the brute. “Let’s cut to the chase. I’m a witch, a shaman, whatever you call a seer and a conjurer, I don‘t care. I can heal your wounds, not a problem, not a sweat. You can then take your revenge, and win your mate back.” The smirk on the witches’ face grew all the bigger. “However, you must do one little thing for me, my services don’t come for free you see. I want your heart and soul, spiritual things that a mortal such as yourself does not need. All you have to do is nod you little head, and agree to the terms. What’ll it be?” Kezune did not respond with any movements, instead he closed his eyes leaving the witches’ question on the line. It all sounded like rubbish to him. He did not believe in shamans and spells, and he did not believe that this fae could really take his heart and soul. If she wanted to play some dumb game and get nothing out of saving his life, it was fine with him. As far as he was concerned, she was just trying to conceal doing something good hearted. “Come on now, I haven’t got all day, YES or NO!” she growled in his ear. Weekly he nodded his head up and down. “That’s good…now sleep.” Without a moment’s delay, Kezune drifted back into sleep.
The brute awoke some days later, not in the canyon but in the den of the witch wolf. She tended to his wounds and put ideas in his head. His opinions were so easy for the witch wolf to twist and manipulate as though he’d lost the will to fight for his own plans. In fact he felt little emotions towards being betrayed, only know that he had to have his revenge. There he stayed until his wounds were healed. Over that time the witch had edged on the idea of him killing his friend and taking back his mate. He did not know that she died, and the witch wolf did not speak word of it. Kezune was filled with empty emotions, he could not explain them, but they were going to help him take his revenge.
So he returned to his pack, waiting for the right time to take his revenge. There could be no interferences from the rest of the pack, they would try to prevent bloodshed. Eventually he caught Trine wondering off alone in the night. There he struck, straight for the throat.
“Now your gonna die!” the one eyed wolf yelled down at the pinned wolf. Blood from Trine’s neck staining the fur around his mouth. Trine could do little but struggle under the weight of the wolf, and gag from the paw that was pushing down on his neck. “Where’s Rana?!” he questioned, easing the weight that was pressed down on the bloody throat.
“She…died like you were suppo…” he was cut off again, this time Kezune dealt a blow that would kill his old friend. Oddly he felt no loss over Rana, only that he did not want to here any more from Trine. Looking down at the body, he knew that he would not be hearing any more for sure. He couldn’t return to his pack, the only place he knew was back to the witch wolf‘s den.
The black fae had expect him to return to her doorstep with blood on his paws. She gladly accepted him so long as he became her guard dog so to say, a loyal servant that would do as she say. Who else could understand him anyway, she possessed his heart and soul, right? He agreed to the terms, not that he had much of a opinion anyway. Over a year he protected her from good hearted wolves that she wronged, killing them, spending all of their blood and some of his own for his mistress. Hunting for her, doing whatever she wished. She never thanked him or appreciated him, it was not necessary sine he did not care too much about anything he did.
Then one night he had a dream, a thing that faded away after he traded off his heart and soul. The dream gave him directions from his very spot, but it was a short dream and the path was cut off short. He woke with bits of old feelings, sorrow, hate, regret. Overwhelming them all was the contempt for the witch wolf who was using him to kill others, never appreciating anything that he did for her. He killed the witch wolf and set off where his dream had told him to go.
Some days and months passed as the wolf followed small bits dreams that would randomly occur in his sleep. Waiting in whatever place he was left off until another dream came to him. He was led to these lands and for some time has not had any dreams. He hopes that following these dreams will give him back his old life, perhaps also cutting off his solitude.
((OOC: Now that I'm done writing my book. Props and cookies to anyone who reads it all lol, longest bio I've ever wrote for a character.))
+ Pronunciation: (Keh-zoon)
+ Gender: Male
+ Age: 3
+Alignment: Don’t know yet, loner for now (Light or Neutral)
+ Family:
Father: Lerend
Mother: Arrow
Brother: Kitur
+ Appearance: If you remember anything about this wolf’s appearance it would be that he is seemingly missing an eye. It’s not actually gone, he just suffered great impact which killed some nerves in the area. As a result he can not open this eye, might as well be gone since it serves no purpose to him. There was a lot of swelling when the wound was first dealt, but since then it has all swelled down. If it weren’t for 3 minor scars around the area, you’d probably think that he was born that way. One scar is above his brow while the other two sit below his eye on opposite sides of the top scar.
His coat is a wide mix of grays, blacks, whites, and browns though it’s mostly a grayer tone all together. Other than his eye, he looks just like any other wolf. Handsome in his youth despite his conflicting personality. His eyes, or eye is a bright emerald green.
+ Personality: Shrewdly Kezune tends to lack a personality, that or he is just starting to recover one. He had a rough past in which he was betrayed by a life long friend and lost his mate in the process. He believes that he lost his heart and soul, or at least traded to an odd fae in exchange for his life. At least that is what she lead him to believe for her own personal gain. Back when this took place he felt nothing, not a d**n feeling when his world had crashed around him. After a dream, he seemed to be recovering small bits of feelings. No sorrow for the things that were long past, but lonely in his solitude. He’d have a friendly, loyal, and adventurous personality if he could recover who he use to be.
+ History: There are packs wherever there are wolves in this world. Loners come and pass, some settle down in hopes to raise a pack. A little community where they can help their race in what means they think fruitful. Packs grow or simply fade away, the ones that survive always bear pups for they are the shining future of the pack. One pack far from this land to which Kezune and his brother, Kitur, were born. Their parents Lerend, and Arrow who contributed to pack hunts and whatever need be done. Kezune’s family have little to do with his story. They raised him, taught him right from wrong according to wolf-kind, and most importantly taught him how to hunt, survive, and defend himself. A good family which in return benefited him with a good personality.
His story focuses on his two life long friends, Trine, and Rana. They always had each other growing up. Learned life’s lessons together, Played games together, went on adventures together, everything. Kezune and Trine always played the two tough adventurers that would step in when all went wrong, and Rana’s sense of adventure would always keep them entertained. Always getting into trouble, but always pulling through with the help of one another.
Feeling always change with age, Kezune and Rana were falling in love. Leaving Trine feeling as though he was left out, and filling him with thoughts of jealousy. The pair were still together through it all, but Trine though differently about his friend Kezune. He’d formed a plot to remove Kezune from the picture, sick and tired of seeing Kezune receive the attention that he craved from Rana. When he’d built up enough guts, he led Kezune off towards a canyon. Not unusual for the pair to go out on adventures together, they were both still young. Trine, however, did not know that Rana was following somewhere behind, trying to catch up with her two friends.
“Hey…come on man, what did you want to show me out here?” Kezune said to his buddy as he surveyed the area. There was not much of interest in the canyons. The steep ledges there were only thing interesting unless rocks and sand excited you. No prey went down into the canyons since there was nothing to eat, so there were no predators either with exception to them. “Heh, all I see is a bunch of rocks” he said, as he looked back at his friend.
“Then take a closer LOOK!” Trine yelled, ramming his friend off a ledge without little chance for him to react. Kezune fell down a few feet, spared by a large rock ledge below. Rolling around to stand and look at his attacker, he realized that his leg had been twisted in the fall. Just a sprain or something, but at the moment it was preventing him from standing too well. Trine had found a safe way down and was cornering his friend. “Your gonna ask me what I’m doing or something like that, right? Well I’m cutting you out of the picture, I should have Rana, not you!”
“What…your kidding right?” Kezune asked as he backed towards the ledge, knowing that he could not defend himself with a wounded leg. He looked at the ledge behind him, a much higher drop than the last. Eyes turning back to Trine who diffidently did not look like he was kidding. “Think about what your doing, your not going to kill me over Rana. Were best buddies!” Trine looked down for a moment, easing Kezune’s tense muscles a bit. He did not listen to his friend and charged at him again, ramming him off the higher ledge. This time Kezune fell from a much higher distance, meeting face first into a solid rock. Perhaps cracking his skull a bit, doing some nerve damage, and knocking him out cold.
Up above Trine’s victory was short lived when Rana jumped in to lash out on him. “What did you do?” she cried before biting into his upper leg. Retaliating he twisted around and grabbed her neck, Rana immediately releasing her grip. In that single sweep to grab her, he twisted around and launched her from the ledge with all of his might. She bounced down past Kezune, falling much further. The fall killed Rana, when it only seemed to have killed Kezune. He lay some feet above her in a bloody unconsous mess. Trine had not planned or wanted to kill Rana in any shape or form. He looked down, the hesitation that killed Rana slowly easing away. If she hadn’t caught him, he could have comforted her and eventually took Kezune’s place. Now he’d have to return and report two accidents to the rest of the pack.
Night had come and Trine was long gone from the canyons, having already returned home and shared the terrible news of the rock slide that took Kezune and Rana’s lives. Kezune lay unconsous still, sleeping while his life was drifting away. A black scraggly looking fae was approached the scene. First finding Rana which she could do nothing for since she was already dead. Further up she found Kezune, which was much more in her interest, especially since he was still holding on to the bit of life he had left.
“Wake.” she leaned down and spoke into the dieing wolf’s ear. “It’d be a shame for you to die here.” Kezune sprung from his slumber as if summoned back into the world of the living. Acknowledging what the strange fae was saying, only responding by opening his now one good eye. “See…now that was not hard, was it? Oops, don’t answer that. Wouldn’t want you wasting any of that precious energy you need to survive” She raised herself level again, smiling down at the brute. “Let’s cut to the chase. I’m a witch, a shaman, whatever you call a seer and a conjurer, I don‘t care. I can heal your wounds, not a problem, not a sweat. You can then take your revenge, and win your mate back.” The smirk on the witches’ face grew all the bigger. “However, you must do one little thing for me, my services don’t come for free you see. I want your heart and soul, spiritual things that a mortal such as yourself does not need. All you have to do is nod you little head, and agree to the terms. What’ll it be?” Kezune did not respond with any movements, instead he closed his eyes leaving the witches’ question on the line. It all sounded like rubbish to him. He did not believe in shamans and spells, and he did not believe that this fae could really take his heart and soul. If she wanted to play some dumb game and get nothing out of saving his life, it was fine with him. As far as he was concerned, she was just trying to conceal doing something good hearted. “Come on now, I haven’t got all day, YES or NO!” she growled in his ear. Weekly he nodded his head up and down. “That’s good…now sleep.” Without a moment’s delay, Kezune drifted back into sleep.
The brute awoke some days later, not in the canyon but in the den of the witch wolf. She tended to his wounds and put ideas in his head. His opinions were so easy for the witch wolf to twist and manipulate as though he’d lost the will to fight for his own plans. In fact he felt little emotions towards being betrayed, only know that he had to have his revenge. There he stayed until his wounds were healed. Over that time the witch had edged on the idea of him killing his friend and taking back his mate. He did not know that she died, and the witch wolf did not speak word of it. Kezune was filled with empty emotions, he could not explain them, but they were going to help him take his revenge.
So he returned to his pack, waiting for the right time to take his revenge. There could be no interferences from the rest of the pack, they would try to prevent bloodshed. Eventually he caught Trine wondering off alone in the night. There he struck, straight for the throat.
“Now your gonna die!” the one eyed wolf yelled down at the pinned wolf. Blood from Trine’s neck staining the fur around his mouth. Trine could do little but struggle under the weight of the wolf, and gag from the paw that was pushing down on his neck. “Where’s Rana?!” he questioned, easing the weight that was pressed down on the bloody throat.
“She…died like you were suppo…” he was cut off again, this time Kezune dealt a blow that would kill his old friend. Oddly he felt no loss over Rana, only that he did not want to here any more from Trine. Looking down at the body, he knew that he would not be hearing any more for sure. He couldn’t return to his pack, the only place he knew was back to the witch wolf‘s den.
The black fae had expect him to return to her doorstep with blood on his paws. She gladly accepted him so long as he became her guard dog so to say, a loyal servant that would do as she say. Who else could understand him anyway, she possessed his heart and soul, right? He agreed to the terms, not that he had much of a opinion anyway. Over a year he protected her from good hearted wolves that she wronged, killing them, spending all of their blood and some of his own for his mistress. Hunting for her, doing whatever she wished. She never thanked him or appreciated him, it was not necessary sine he did not care too much about anything he did.
Then one night he had a dream, a thing that faded away after he traded off his heart and soul. The dream gave him directions from his very spot, but it was a short dream and the path was cut off short. He woke with bits of old feelings, sorrow, hate, regret. Overwhelming them all was the contempt for the witch wolf who was using him to kill others, never appreciating anything that he did for her. He killed the witch wolf and set off where his dream had told him to go.
Some days and months passed as the wolf followed small bits dreams that would randomly occur in his sleep. Waiting in whatever place he was left off until another dream came to him. He was led to these lands and for some time has not had any dreams. He hopes that following these dreams will give him back his old life, perhaps also cutting off his solitude.
((OOC: Now that I'm done writing my book. Props and cookies to anyone who reads it all lol, longest bio I've ever wrote for a character.))
