[SimpleScript]

I really wanna enter, but I gotta read about the guardians once nore before I do..

[LoneAnubis]

I really wanna enter, but I gotta read about the guardians once nore before I do..

No problem ^^

[SimpleScript]

. The Second Brother .

Username: SimpleScript
Antlered Guardian's Name: второй (Vtoroy, Fth-horah-eye)
Nickname: He doesn't like to be called nicknames unless he knows you, but if so, he is usually called Roy.
Name meaning: It's the russian word for second or secondary, Vtoroy was born as the second son of their mother and was therefore named after that.
He doesn't like the meaning himself and tends to just say that it doesn't have eny special meaning to it.
Gender: Male

Personality: If he looks like a scary boy to you, you're not the only one. He may look peaceful and silent, and he is but not in a very friendly or inviting way. Being social, talkative, active, gentle and all that doesn't really come to his mind when he approuch someone or they try to get to know him. Only by looking at you, he can make you get such a bad feeling by the way he does it and that it lowers your courage to actually talk to him. Cold, yes, but careless? Never. He only acts this way to be alone and to keep his thoughts, but he does care and he always cares about the others who are close to him and even strangers. He can't stand the sight of someone dying or being beaten up and will imediatly be there to help you if you're being attacked or pushed at by others. Bullying and fighting the weak and innocent is what he dislikes the most, but he will always be saying that the weak and the shy ones are just not trying hard enought.

When it comes to the personal side of him, he is not the one to talk about feelings and to get advice from at all. He is a very good listener, but if things doesn't interest him, it just goes inn one way and gets out another and he wont remember much what you where talking about. When you're asking him, he isn't the one to start talking about his lifestory and how he feels about someone or something. He likes to have his secrets that contains almost everything from his fears to what he even thinks of you, you really can't know if he likes you or not before he says so and smiling and showing emotions is just something he calls a waste of time and energy. Love is something he doesn't care for, he isn't looking for it in other ways than friendly love or from family but he showing it back isn't easy to catch from him. "A mate is one who will understand your needs and to be with you to make you feel safe, not someone you can cuddle up to when you're scared or you can give weird nicknames that sound cute. A mate for me is a female who can give me strong heirs who can follow in my footsteps, she has to be as me and if I see fear in their eyes when they look at me.. their not worth to even talk to". He may sound rude, but this is his lifestyle and being serious in look and act is what he calls good disipline and proper manners.

What is his feelings about his brother?: When it comes to this, his emotions is very mixed. He doesn't know if he should hate him or love him, ignore him or give him attention, be glad or be angry around him or even talk to him or not. Their relationship is very hard to describe and it can come out as either cold or normal as just peaceful brothers. You will never see him playfight and neither cuddle up with him to keep warmth or even share enything with him. He can say to others that it's no fight going between them but on the inside, he doesn't really know himself.

History: On a cold winter, deep inside a cave by the camp did a darkblue and white striped guardian lay on the floor with her oakbrown and silveraccessoried mate on the side to comfort her through the longest night of her life. And just as the sun was lurking over the peaks and shooting it's first rays upon the mountain side, some of them reached all into the cave where she and her now newborn cubs where resting. Two brothers in a match of the couple crawling and cuddled up to their mothers warm belly, the cold breeze of a harsh winter still roaming and welcoming them to reality what they would have to face later on in their life. The smallest of the two, also the lightest colored, was the second born but was the first to open his eyes that shone in a dawnred color at the time from the rays of the sun and a name was given to know his place. Vtoroy, the second brother who would grow quickly but not alike his brother.

. . .

"Vtoroy! Come here, now!" his fathers harsh voice called on him, and a innocent looking teenage cub came padding over to him and sat down without looking at his father at first but then raised his eyes to meet the expression of a angry and dissepointed parent. Roy had just as red eyes as his father, strong but in this situation very frightening like looking into wild fire. He couldn't help but whimper a bit but tryied not to, he couldn't stand it when he was talked to when he did that.
"I am very dissepointed at you, Vtoroy. Do you realize what you have done?"
"Yes" Roy answered his fathers question, his voice like a whimper and weak like the thousands of snowflakes he was sitting on.
"What was the purpose of that? Huh? Fighting with your brother over a female and the humiliating him infront of the whole pride by screaming at him about his weaknesses and fears like you knew, what is that good for?" If looks could kill, Roy would be more than just dead but only skeletons by now. He didn't even look at his father by now and kept back his tears to not break, he couldn't show weakness to him because that would only make it worse.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, and answer me! What is that good for?!" he was now screaming, totally ignoring the fact that several others from the pride was looking at them with both fear and agreement towards his father. Roys legs was shaking, and while he looked aside to see who was standing there he spotted not only his best friends but the female he had been fighting over whow as looking just as terrified as him. He breathed inn slowly and his father watched his movements when he straightned his back and looked at him, glaring back and acting like the expression and harshness didn't affect him at all.
"Are you ready to answer?"
"No, I will not answer that question. End of story." his words was clear but also with a crack on the end like he was crying, but it didn't show on his face. His eyes widened and his ears lay flat back as he could see the rage growing on the face of his father, and a growl rolled over his tounge and was let out into Roys face.
Just at the second, a oakbrown paw was lifted and all Roy remembered was pain hitting the left side of his face and over his eye and blackness for a long time. The rest of the day did he spend in the cave of his aunt who was washing his face and cleaning his wound while he studied his own three scars that started by his cheekbone and reached just over his left eye that reminded weak but was not blinded.

. . .

"Hey Roy, are you coming?" his brother called, standing in the mounth of the cave. Roy turned towards him, looking at him with only his right eye open while he was resting his head on his large paws and laying on the cave floor. Hunt, he had forgotten it because he was napping, he was going to lead it but he just felt so tired.
"Can you do it for me? I'm not really.. in the mood.." he said with a sigh and closed his eyes again.
"Oh sure, see you tonight then" he said and went out again and dissepeard to go hunting with others from the pride, getting some food to the ones reminding in camp and themselves that was know not few but not many either.
Letting out a sigh, he slowly sat up and moved toward the cave exit to sit down and breathe inn the breezy air and let out a small breath cloud that quickly faded. It had been two years since his father had passed away, and it felt like something had just fallen off his shoulders to let him breathe properly again. Last time he could wake up like this without being yelled up before the birds was the day before their mother was killed by those bloody hunters, it was soon to be six years since it happend now but he couldn't forget it and thinking of her gave him warmth.
How she layed a paw on his shoulder and tickled him when he was down, how she kept on singing a lullaby to them even thou they asked her not to. A smile played upon his muzzle as he thought about it before he let out a sigh and headed out to take inn some air and to see if enything was happening around camp, the pride leader hadn't been checking it yet so he wanted to do it.

How did they come to be in the Pride?: Only their mother was banned from another pride and was found sneaking around the pride when their father found her and imediatly fell in love with her, her beauty and how she was so elegant and strong. But it wasn't easy enough to get her to like him, she was stubborn and didn't like him by the way he always was on her after they took her inn since she needed a place to stay. But after some time, she fell for his stupidly charming smile and lust for her so they became a couple. So basically, they where born into the pride.

Themesong: "Scars" by Papa Roach
Motto: "Weakness and fear is something that never should be shown, specially not towards me"
Biggest fear: Death is one of the things that fear him the most, he does say that it doesn't but nobody really knows it and he doesn't think clear if he offers his life easily.
Best strenght: He is an amazing climber and a fast one too, sweeping over the hills like he was running on straight ground and with his good balance he hardly ever falls. But he must have a focused mind when doing it so if he gets distracted, he can easily fall over or get hurt somehow.
Haiku:
Mist meeting blue pelt
Cold can not break ones balance
No grin nor no game

[LoneAnubis]

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[SimpleScript]

When will this be judged?

[LoneAnubis]

When will this be judged?

Ah, its undecided as of the moment. I am hoping to get more forms ^^;

[ImmyWimmy1]

Ah, indeed. Alas, joining many societies at Uni has left me with little time to write decent forms these days. I hope that you get the entrants he needs, EveAngel. Someone with good writing skills for the RP...

[LoneAnubis]

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[epimetheus]

reeeeeseeeeerve!!!
eep <333

[LoneAnubis]

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