Post by Isilzheha on Jul 22, 2010 23:36:25 GMT -5
We were young;;
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[/center][/font]Don't ever attack me, daughter of mine, for I will not care for my ideals of you. I will skin you and wear you as a hat. Ooh, wouldn't that be a sight to see.
With a smile, we were born. Well adjusted children, slowly aging;;
Here's a little about me..
[/font]Here's a little about me..
--- But you can call me Isilzheha
--- I've been around for seven summers.
--- And I was born on may 28th
--- Last time I checked I was male
--- I am five foot tall, and I weigh 108 pounds.
--- I prefer females as my partners.
--- You may notice that I am an Imperial.
--- Hey, I'm able[though wanting is questionable] to have children.
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Born of age, replace our youth with logic. Then slowly the child, that child, is tragic;;
How you will recognize me..
[/font]How you will recognize me..
--- My markings can be found beneath my left eye. A curious hollow circle of deep maroon contrasts against my pelt.
--- I have a muscular, yet lean due to my species, form.
--- If you look in to my eyes you'll notice they're a deep, vicious amber that can appear almost red with a normally rounded pupil.
--- My pads are black.
--- And my tongue, teeth and gums are disgusting, needless to say. Along with the yellowed fangs that come with living, there are blood stains, shards of bone still lodged in between the incisors and in the gums. Which are just a solid pale pink in color, though perhaps slowly deteriorating. Well, my breath is horrid to the senses, I have been told, and in that I really don't care. My teeth are vile, some say, and yes I drink water and most of it is washed away, at the same time more and more is piled up.
--- wouldn't call them deformities, but on my body I have some scar tissue that falters my step. On my hind leg there had been a broken bone that never healed right and makes me have a limp. Which can get in the way of hunting.
--- Ouch, I've got scars. Many of them, to be exact. The most notable would be the one that runs diagonally along my chest, ragged and the skin puckered up around it. So sometimes, when I walk, it does rather get stiff. Another stretches down my left side, glistening a lighter pink as it is quite old. It stretches from left shoulder down toward left flank. Which, those are scarred a bit from life itself as well as various ones shown around my muzzle and paws.
--- I'm cursed with nothing, as of late.
--- To you, I probably sound like a deep baritone that rolls around in your brain as the raspy vocals grate into the air with a wicked tune.
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With the progression of, an obsession with time. Make it mine, to say Goodbye;;
Everybody has a personality...
[/font]Everybody has a personality...
--- The Good;; I am intelligent, for one. Determined could be another, I suppose. As you can tell, I'm not seething with good things. Strong-willed is a plus, in my area. Tolerant is one thing I fight and achieve only occasionally for.
--- The Bad;; I am a bit blood lusting. The tendency of me striving for blood is great, though it really all depends on my mood. Nonchalant can be a down side for me, as I tend to take things without caring what the hell others think. I am myself, and if I want something I will take it. Cannibalism is not rare among these lands, I have found, though to some of the lesser demons it can be seen as "bad". My species is a plentiful bounty of food that is much more rich and palpable. Plus, they are far more of a challenge than a deer or a rabbit or anything of the sort. Chauvinistic, I have been told, is my chief trait alongside the cannibalism that is not really liked of me. Sure, I degrade a female every now and again, but what are they if not food and objects to fuck? They are more special to me than my own paw.
--- The Dirty;; Oh, glad you asked. Females are a wickedly cunning lot, though not too much for my brute strength. I refuse the word 'no'. It is such a negative word, is it not? I will have my way, any way I like it.
- Females
- Carnage
- The final seconds before the sun leads way to night
- Solitude
- Winning a battle, or perhaps just being in one
- Thrill of the hunt
--- I'm not fond of:
- Arrogant pricks
- Whores
- Being bested in anything
- Losing a quarry
- Hottest days of summer and spring
--- I have a few quirks and habits:
- Clicking teeth against each other
- Being sarcastic
- Laughing like a maniac
--- My strengths would probably be:
- My intelligence. Sure, my logic can be flawed, but some wolves are downright stupid to me, and thus are outsmarted. Mm, of course for some I get trumped in the end, which does not settle well with me.
- Nightfall. Blending with the shadows is not hard for me, as my pelt is a darker color. Besides, it makes for better strategy and tactics, and it's much fun hunting lone wolves and prey at night.
- Durability. No, I am not young by any standards. To some, perhaps. Of course, being a wolf I can run a decent amount of time, and I don't get exhausted as easily, so that is good as well. I am not as young as I used to be, I will admit.
--- My weaknesses would probably be:
- My back leg, for starters, the one that lets me walk with a limp
- My cannibalism[Why, yes, it has taken a toll on my body over the years]
- I'm a sucker for a feeble female. Well, sometimes they aren't always and that's where I'm thrown off guard.
--- Shh, I have a secret:
- Ah, well, that would most likely be the death of my mother and her whore ways, that ultimately led to the turmoil of my sister. And thus the cause of the scar on my chest and side. Personally, I don't tell anyone about these two scars because I am ashamed I let the bitch inflict them upon me.
--- I have to admit, I'm afraid of:
- Fire
- Being backed into a corner
--- Hey, I'm proud of my accomplishments, and I'm ashamed of my failures:
- My greatest accomplishment was ruining my sibling.
- In that, it was also my greatest failure, as she seemed to have ruined me as well
- Though I will never admit it, raising a family of my own at one point had been an accomplishment
- Even if further down the road they lost their trust with me and I killed them
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--- Oh, and you should probably know that:
There is nothing left for me to say. It's all in the details.
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You're only a moment away, a severed dream to live. Well, nights like these it strikes me, I could only quit breathing;;
My past is a window..
[/font]My past is a window..
Serentina is dead where I left her, and she will not be coming back.
Sterben is dead, and won't be coming along anytime soon.
--- I was born along side:
My sister , Izanamii is dead, and long gone
--- Other significant people in my life are/were:
My ex-mate Shaiia, and my three pups. Issar, Gresham, and Irwin had been their names.
--- I would have to say my best memory so far is:
Perhaps it was raising pups of my blood line. As reluctant as I am to admit it, I had grown attached to that scene, despite my obvious trust issues and emotional detachment. I enjoyed having pups carry on my name and a mate that supposedly adored me.
--- I would have to say my worst memory so far is:
The betrayal of my mate and pups. Mainly because I thought my mate had loved me, and my pups thought the same. The annoying little things were nothing but a mistake.
--- Let me tell you a story about myself:
Deep in the woods a family grew, a loving mated pair and the three pups were living amongst themselves. Isilzheha, Izanamii, and Trae were their names. Isilzheha being me, of course. You know, out of all of us, in time I think Trae was the most... "good", you could say. He hunted with dad and learned to pamper himself from mom, all the necessary things to live. Though he was my worst enemy, in the end, in the event that he could tell something was not right about me. A chemical imbalance, he called it. Bah, what did he know? Well, it was around the time we were rising to adulthood, ready to go about our life and travel abroad when I noticed mother's stomach beginning to extend. Oh, I can tell you I was not happy about that. Not one bit. For during the times father took me on for hunts and training expeditions, he told me many things about himself that not even his mate knew. Because he and I were one in the same, he told me. He told me he didn't like whores, and he told me expected that Serentina was cheating on him. I did not tell him my conclusions for in that instance he told me he suspected Serentina and wanted her dead for betraying their love.
I did not want to allow that to happen because I had some deep rooted love for my mother and the care she bestowed into us as pups, but I knew deep down that I did not like whores, or even females that would look away from their mate to gaze at another brute. So of course I decided to do it myself, make my father proud of me that I was strong-willed and determined enough to do what I wanted. I had a sort of emotional detachment to everything and everyone, as I still knew nothing of love or pure hate. Well, perhaps hate. Not pure hate one feels to the other that tried to kill them, but a mild hate that drove me to do what I did. I coaxed my impregnated mother to go traveling with me deeper into the woods so she could tell me about the plant life and "bond" with me. Mentally I seemed to have drifted away at that point, and she was showing me this poisonous wall ivy that grows on the side of a cliff. As cliche and coincidental it all is, it happens in life. Anyway, she was bending over the edge, telling me about the poison and what it does to your body when I ran up and slammed into her side. All that I could think about was her betrayal to father.
That changed about the same night, when I went back and told them of the woe that happened to mother. I was around ten months old by that time. I could see the malicious glint in my father's eyes as he played the victim. Izanamii hated me, Trae hated me even more. They both wanted me dead, told me it was my fault. Of course I believed them, for it was true. And I was lying about it. I mean, it was my own mother. Nobody feels great after something like that. She gave birth to me, and despite her cheating still loved us. I couldn't sleep for a long time. Her face haunted me alongside the persecution of Izanamii and Trae. And even my father. Why, yes, the brute turned upon me, crying and sobbing, and said it was all my fault and I was a horrible mistake. In the end, his only mistake was letting me live. I never really recovered from it, to this day, so when something reminds me of my past, I can get pretty mean. Anyway, getting off subject here.
Trae, at some point, made the mistake of confronting me while I was getting a drink from the stream near our area. Needless to say, he wasn't alive for very much longer. Instinct had taken over, and when it was done the adrenaline was gone, I realized the gravity of what I had just committed. With my brother's blood on my paws, I ran back to my father. 'Forgive me father, for I have sinned' sort of thing. Of course, he continued to fall deeper into the pit of dislike towards me, and I thought we had been alike. That's where he was wrong. He attacked me, though me being younger and he older, I ran from him. He eventually stopped, though Izanamii walked upon it and saw the look in my eyes as I glared defiantly at the enraged wolf. She thought, the stupid she-wolf, that I had been trying to kill our father as well when I was running from him. Because I didn't want to lose the last thing that meant something to me, no matter the fact that he put me up to it.
Izanamii attacked me, as was expected, though already wounded from my father's onslaught, the battle was a short-lived one. She knocked me aside easily, and I stumbled and crashed upon a rock. Before I could pull away she had leaped upon me, dragging my left side across the rock and splitting it open. She was swift, head strong and determined at my destruction. Grasping my right hind leg between her teeth, she had a field day on it. It snapped as she tore it back and forth. I managed to wriggle onto my back and kick her off, but the damage was done. She was dazed, luckily, and when she gathered her bearings, I was gone. I didn't want to be killed. Not by own dysfunctional family. I'm not going to go into the detail of me trying to recover from the broken limb and torn side because honestly, it was stressful and hard in my state. I made it in a pinch, however, though my leg never walked right again.
Of course, I was determined to go back and show them what I stood for, which was not them, but myself. I was one year of age by that time, about one and a half. Those months make a difference to me, let me tell you. Fortunately, fate seemed in my favor for the duo were still in their old spot. They did not like change, apparently. What they did was move only a little. Trae's body was gone. I assume it was buried. In their sleep I came like a brute reborn. My father was the first. In his old age he was no huge match for me. He went with little trouble, scratched my maw pretty bad trying to deflect me. As I hoped, Izanamii came rushing forth to the aid of our father, her ebony feathered wings spread high. Which were intimidating in their own, but yet I was the one with mismatched ones. One from my mother, one from my father. Anyways, she came attacking me, and she was probably my biggest match. I almost didn't want to kill her, though I figured she would attack and that would be my only option.
She tore me up good a second time, no sugar coating it. She had first nicked my chest around the shoulder area but I made the mistake in my footing at one point and she back tracked and her teeth caught into the wound and tore it open. Of course, never would have happened if I shoved myself into her instead of jerking back. Excruciatingly long fight ensued, where I eventually conquered her. Wounded as I was, I knew I wouldn't make it far going on with my life. I barely made it the last time, unable to hunt. So I slept and lived in that neck of woods for a month before a wicked hunger gripped me. I looked around the area for food to eat, like a dead rabbit or deer yet found nothing. Found myself going back to the corpses, where I promptly discovered my taste for wolf's flesh and blood. It was different, oh so different, yet spectacular. It was wonderful, and filled me quite well over the next few weeks. I was read to move on with my life when I turned two. I mainly wanted to stick around and see the place of my raising off before just up and going.
Which, I did finally. I didn't have a specific place to go when I arrived in these lands, for they were new to me. I don't just randomly know places. I was confronted and ran from, approached at times. I was still young then, being but three at this time. It was only soon after coming to these lands that I found Shaiia. Oh, she was beautiful. Intelligent, determined...pretty much like me, yet enough not like me to make it interesting. At first, she had pushed me away, but something was different for her, so I pursued her. To cut the whole courting process down, eventually we became mates and had pups. Three, to be sure. Gresham and Irwin, two males, and Issar, the only sister. Reminded me of my situation as a pup. Then again, that could be the reason I was driven to kill them.
Yes, my life is full of blood shed and loss. That is not my fault. Besides, I've never been right in the head, I'll blatantly put. I am not afraid to admit it as other poor, insane saps would be. And in that, I keep myself sane. Anyways, Shaiia reminded me of my mother when she had our pups. And it seemed around a certain age in a pup's life things would crash around me. I suspected her of cheating. Ah, yes, I never really got over that. I still had trust issues I was not yet willing to admit to. I accused her of it, and she confessed unyielding love for me. I told the bitch where to stick it. She got mad and tried to take my pups from me. Which, those little pests didn't know anything and were willing to hate their own father. I felt what my own father felt, and I hated it. Unconditionally. So, as I am known to do, I attacked her, the adrenaline speaking for me as I gained a surprise attack and took her life. My pups attacked me as well. So much violence and hate and anger. But how I loved it all.
I killed the pathetic excuses of life. The most embarrassing thing, I will admit, would be the fact that I cried over it. I sobbed and became depressed, their faces haunting me in my sleep. I never left Shaiia's side, nor that of the dried up corpses of my offspring. And Shaiia had not been cheating, by the way. I cured my suspicions when I fed myself on her body and found no puppies in her womb. Of course, I don't eat those parts. The sides and flanks have the most meat, anyway. The pups didn't have too much, so they were more of a small appetizer. You see, I can have morals and principles, but what good does it do? Look where it got me? So as reluctant as I was, yet again I knew I had to continue on with my life. Sure, I felt bad and still do, but that was my own fault so I can't really wallow in it forever. Of course all of this haunts me still. Most of the time I don't allow it to. What's the point? It's a weakness I cannot afford amongst these wolves. So I grew and grew, and the rest of the history has yet to unfold.
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We walk in bright colors, like we were only born to fade away;;
Just a little more..
[/font]Just a little more..
INDEED, I have.
--- * If I had to choose a theme song, it would be: "Phucking Phreak" by Velvet Acid Christ
--- * I almost forgot!:
Nada.
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I know, those bright eyes. A reflection of mine, that were slowly fading;;
My loving master..
[/font]My loving master..
JOSH !
[/center][/size]Age;; twenty years young.
Experience;; About twelve years, though I'm not as great as some put me out to be ;]
Characters;; Nooope.
Aliases;; Issy or Isil works fine.
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