by Krycifer » Thu Dec 04, 2014 3:59 pm
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Hello! My username is Nanaki, but feel free to call me Ki! c:
name;;
Vahlock
(Prounced VAY-Lok)
gender;;
Male. ^^
collar design;;
This collar has a stiff dark brown leather base. Like those bracelets you can buy that are adjusted by buttons, no real design just a stiff piece of round leather a neck can fit through. Sticking out of the sides of the collar are two large index finger claws.(I shall explain whom's they are in the story and why he put them there). But, attached to that is a chain necklace that leads down to the silhouette of a howling wolf head. Just silver. I shall explain this in the story along with the scars. IF I am able to draw this myself I will, but I am currently unable for location reasons.
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I'm sorry this is so long, I got a little carried away. Once I figured that it was too long, I had a brief explanation of the other scars. But I honestly had a ton of fun writing about this guy.
(First person)
It was a rainy night. I heard the rain pelting the window and ground outside. If you listened closely, you could hear a faint tapping on the window as the large tree in the front hit it repeatedly from the wind.
My eyes were squinted. The wind seemed to find it's way into the barn, so it carried up specks of dust and dirt into my eyes. The storm was roaring like a wild beast, not calming at all. My parents had suddenly acted up tonight in extreme worry, and took me here and left me. All they said to me was "Protect yourself." No explanation at all, and it drove me insane. I wanted to know what was happening.
I heard a loud sneeze, then sizzling. My ears flew up. I tried to open my eyes wider as I tried to catch a glimpse of a shadow moving outside of the barn. But it wasn't coming, it was going. After a few moments of staring, the noise of sizzling became so loud and distracting, that when I looked to the side, where it was coming from, I began to smell smoke. Something was wrong. I got to my fullest height, then began walking towards what I heard. Then, in an instant, it seemed as if a sea of orange and wind flew right towards me, right through the wall. I leapt back, squeezing my eyes shut. Fire? I'd no clue why or how it was happening, but I made a break to the entrance, then came to a halt as a large wood plank fell from above. As it hit the ground, it seemingly exploded. A few shards of wood found their way up to my face, but two happened to dig into my skin on my snout. I felt a warm liquid come from where the shards had hit me. Then, I felt a few drops hit my feet. I was injured, but not badly. I instantly came back to reality when large cracks began booming out. I was surrounded by orange flames, dark grey smoke, and the scent of it. Leaping over the plank was my best bet to get out. I backed up slightly towards the end of the barn, then looked forward again. I began running forwards on all four legs in full force, kicking dirt up with my kind legs. As I neared the plank blocking the entrance with the flames emerging from it, I jumped, shutting my eyes. I was going to try going directly through the fire. But, in an instant I felt my foot catch onto something, then hit the ground hard. I let out a loud grunt as another plank hit my back. I opened my eyes only to see that little flames were dancing on the fur of my left foot, left hand, and a good portion of my back. I let out a loud howl, hoping that it would somehow fix the situation I was in, but of course, it didn't. I squinted my eyes again, then shoved the plank of wood off of me, then unhooked my foot claw of the one below me. I began panting instantly, feeling overly warm. I was awfully uncomfortable. But, I did get out of the barn. I began running North, the direction I last saw my parents going. I did my best to ignore the agonizing pain I felt all around me. After about an hour and a half of traveling and trudging through the lighter rain, I came upon a random strip of dark brown leather. I squinted down at it, then opened my mouth, hoping it would be edible. But, as I tried, it had a burnt taste to it, even though it didn't looked burnt at all. It was probably my own tongue or sense of smell. I simply shrugged, then snatched it off the ground, thinking it could fit on me. Surprisingly, it did. I extended it, then wrapped it around my neck and held it there. After a moment of waiting, I lowered it, then climbed up the nearest tree and took the longest leaf. I made some sort of string out of it, then poked holes in the leather then made it so it would stay around my neck. Well, being exhausted, I decided that I better needed to get rest, so I curled up under the tree and closed my eyes, allowing myself to fall into a deep sleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. I let out a growl, then slowly began climbing to my feet. As I tried to focus my eyes across the field I had rested in, I saw two Rukami shaped figures laying dead still on the ground. I caught a horrible scent, and I had to guess it was coming from them. Not entirely sure if they were alive or dead, I cautiously stalked over to them. In about five feet away from them, I screwed up my face. The scent was horrible. They had to be dead. Being the curious me, I slowly walked over their bodies.. And let out a horrified scream. Mangled up bodies with bullet holes.. And they looked familiar. They were my parents. Now, I didn't know why or what happened to them entirely, but I knew they were dead. Tears began to fill my eyes, but I did my best to keep them from falling out. Being me, I slipped off a chain necklace my dad had always worn with a silhouette of a wolf head howling at the end of it. I stuck the sharp edges into my leather collar, then let it hang, and it stayed. Then, I took the right hand of each of them and closed my eyes and quickly ripped off either index claw, then shoved those into the sides above the chain hooks in my collar as well. I wanted to honor them somehow, so this was my way.
After this day, I rarely spoke. I was quiet. I keep to myself, and don't tell anyone about the story behind this collar. My other scars are from fights I've been in, of which are I few I don't really want to talk about.
Thank you for listening to my story of sorrow, pain, and loss.
♣♦♥| Silas |♥♦♣
