Post by nexone on Aug 23, 2010 14:38:21 GMT -7
you woke up , in pieces ,
Nexone
Nex
Male
Iberian Wolf
10 years of age
Bisexual
Aetos
Earl trying out for higher.
Fire
from making these changes ,
Red with white stripes
Left-Red Right-Black with slash of white
Forty inches
92 Lbs
Tall and muscular.
noticeable marks: Many, many fire scars. One scar on right eye.
Nexone is a large wolf, at least in height. His weight was mutated slightly due to the changes that took place, but none the less, his weight is mainly muscle. He’s a very toned boy. His left eye is a crimson red while his right is black with a bit of white in it, the eye looking even a bit like a blind eye. His bushy fur conceals his muscle greatly.
and holding the ransom ,
won't write you an anthem ,
Nexona
Of the female gender
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this broken heart was stronger then ,
Fire sparked on my fire, and I had to move quickly and without fault to get it off. Burning, though it was, I felt no desire to quite. No thoughts to go through your head, no worries to go through and burn a hole through your heart. Hah. Funny, right? As if I could think in this. The air smelt horribly. A combination of burnt fur, sweat, blood, and grass all mixed in with one another did not make a pleasant odor. On the side, I could smell the faint stench of bile. Weaklings. Couldn’t even go into a battle without throwing up.
Dashing along the sidelines to make another blow to another fighter, I walked past many, many corpses. The smell of that wasn’t pleasant either, but at least I was used to the smell of decaying flesh. My mind stayed calm, for I knew I was safe as I darted across the field, looking for another victim. Passing another body, I gave one a quick glance and gulped in, trying to ignore the ash marks on their fur and the fact that they were barely three.
“They disserved to die,” I growl to myself. “They were weak. They didn’t know how to hide. They thought to hard,” I kept making excuses.
In the back of my mind, I was planning each move. I knew I shouldn’t try that, but even an idiot must understand that without thought, we die. Without loyalty, we die.
Was what I had loyalty? Or was it just a sick fancy that made me feel strong and loved? Was this love? No, of course it wasn’t. My pack didn’t endorse love. They endorse anger and fear and hate. They speak of the evils of these canines, but they don’t take a long hard look at themselves.
Do I? Perhaps. Perhaps I look at myself every night before I go to bed and think, “Is this bloodshed worth it?” I’m willing to kill in an instant, like a soldier ready to fallow commands, but I still…regret it, sometimes. Sometimes I wish that I would love instead of fear. Sometimes I wish that I could actually respect my master, instead of fear him. Sometimes I wish that I won’t have to wake up thinking, “Will I lose my life to these lunatics?”
The cool soil on my war torn paws soothed them momentarily, but the raw ache was still there, as was the ash that coated them now.
I look up before blinking and seeing someone right before me.
“Forgive me,” I whisper, before letting fire blend out and hit them, burn them, and kill them.
“Please, please forgive me…Brother wolf…Forgive me…”
Nexone
Nex
Male
Iberian Wolf
10 years of age
Bisexual
Aetos
Earl trying out for higher.
Fire
from making these changes ,
Red with white stripes
Left-Red Right-Black with slash of white
Forty inches
92 Lbs
Tall and muscular.
noticeable marks: Many, many fire scars. One scar on right eye.
Nexone is a large wolf, at least in height. His weight was mutated slightly due to the changes that took place, but none the less, his weight is mainly muscle. He’s a very toned boy. His left eye is a crimson red while his right is black with a bit of white in it, the eye looking even a bit like a blind eye. His bushy fur conceals his muscle greatly.
and holding the ransom ,
Smart aleck? Yes. Fighter? Hell ya! Thinker? You betcha!
These are the main traits that anyone in the pack could figure out about Nexone. He’s not exactly the most…motivated of any, but he also isn’t the laziest in the world. His body was built from practice and hard work, though, truthfully, unless he really cares about something, he could just lay around thinking things through. He isn’t a hard ass, and he deffinitly would never, ever shout at one of his pack mates.
Unless, of course, he’s stressed. And, like it or not, Nexone can get stressed pretty easily. He was built on stress, lives on stress, thrives on it, but he tries not to get stressed unless he has to get stressed. Well, maybe that’s just what he tells himself. But a bad dream of a war is something that stresses him in the morning and causes him to snap if he can’t conceal it. An original Tidus fighter, he remembers those he killed and regrets not thinking through everything before all of that occurred.
He can get a little paranoid due to the fact that he left his old pack in search for a pack that made sense to him, and sometimes he thinks that he could be bit in the throat at different times of the night. That’s why he tries to stay away at night. He loves his pack dearly, true to the fact they saved him from the insanity that he had been facing after the war.
His control of fire can make Nexone a little cocky, though. His theory is that it’s the ultimate element of power, and despite the burn marks, he hold true and loves it with all of his heart.
Nexone has a fear of water, though why he can’t understand. He knows it won’t hurt him, and he’s sure it isn’t because of his element. Perhaps it’s just because he knows that a canine that controls water can defeat him, no problem, he also fears the water that they can control.
He feels a strong respect for Banshee, and in fact would die for a chance to save her. She saved him, after all. Nexone would be a total idiot to not take that strongly to heart. He tries to be a friend, though, instead of a loser who fallows her like he had once fallowed Motion. He respects her, not only as a pack leader but in his mind a friend.
Nexone is a true fighter, but he fights for what he wants to fight for. He is lazy, but it isn’t to the point that he can’t do anything. He works for himself, for his pack, and for the good of those he cares about. His mutual respect for Tidus is not something that will keep him from fighting them. The fact that he was once in Tidus can have it’s small advantages…But still, sometimes he worries about trust, and he always worries he will be forsaken by his new pack.
won't write you an anthem ,
Nexona
Of the female gender
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this broken heart was stronger then ,
Fire sparked on my fire, and I had to move quickly and without fault to get it off. Burning, though it was, I felt no desire to quite. No thoughts to go through your head, no worries to go through and burn a hole through your heart. Hah. Funny, right? As if I could think in this. The air smelt horribly. A combination of burnt fur, sweat, blood, and grass all mixed in with one another did not make a pleasant odor. On the side, I could smell the faint stench of bile. Weaklings. Couldn’t even go into a battle without throwing up.
Dashing along the sidelines to make another blow to another fighter, I walked past many, many corpses. The smell of that wasn’t pleasant either, but at least I was used to the smell of decaying flesh. My mind stayed calm, for I knew I was safe as I darted across the field, looking for another victim. Passing another body, I gave one a quick glance and gulped in, trying to ignore the ash marks on their fur and the fact that they were barely three.
“They disserved to die,” I growl to myself. “They were weak. They didn’t know how to hide. They thought to hard,” I kept making excuses.
In the back of my mind, I was planning each move. I knew I shouldn’t try that, but even an idiot must understand that without thought, we die. Without loyalty, we die.
Was what I had loyalty? Or was it just a sick fancy that made me feel strong and loved? Was this love? No, of course it wasn’t. My pack didn’t endorse love. They endorse anger and fear and hate. They speak of the evils of these canines, but they don’t take a long hard look at themselves.
Do I? Perhaps. Perhaps I look at myself every night before I go to bed and think, “Is this bloodshed worth it?” I’m willing to kill in an instant, like a soldier ready to fallow commands, but I still…regret it, sometimes. Sometimes I wish that I would love instead of fear. Sometimes I wish that I could actually respect my master, instead of fear him. Sometimes I wish that I won’t have to wake up thinking, “Will I lose my life to these lunatics?”
The cool soil on my war torn paws soothed them momentarily, but the raw ache was still there, as was the ash that coated them now.
I look up before blinking and seeing someone right before me.
“Forgive me,” I whisper, before letting fire blend out and hit them, burn them, and kill them.
“Please, please forgive me…Brother wolf…Forgive me…”