by Alabaster_Flame » Tue Dec 20, 2011 4:52 pm
username: Golden_Dawn
name of whale: Storm (Name is subject to change)
personality: His gentle disposition often fools one into thinking he is soft, when in reality, he is hard-core and determined. He is not rude or callous, but he is firm, never ceasing to strive forward, never admitting defeat, and never, ever turning back. He never backs down from a challenge, and would sooner die protecting his pod than live knowing he has done nothing.
type of armor ( look at WOP page for info): Silver blended with an ample amount of gold
art( can be ordered or drawn): W.I.P
job (navigator, warrior, shaman, healer): Warrior
story:
It was a dark, cold night, the birds ceased flying through the midnight sky, and all was still. The full moon glowed vibrantly above the deep water, scattering shafts of light through the blue, illuminating all in its path. Not a creature stirred, nor did the wind blow. No tree dared to creak, and no man dared to speak. Below the silent world above, a lone cow was searching for an appropriate place to give birth. She glided swiftly through the water, knowing her time was near. Upon deciding a spot to birth, one close to the surface with little threat to her coming newborn, she rose above the surface and took a deep breath. She waited. The pains grew stronger and more noticable, she gasped. Shortly thereafter, a little calf came into the world. She turned to gently guide him up to take his first breath, and smiled. Her baby, her first baby, had been born healthy and strong. "Come here.." she whispered softly. "Come here, my little one... Storm" The calf smiled at the first mention of his name. It was the beginning of an inseperable bond between mother and son, a bond that could not be broken, one that would last until they both took their final breath. The cow gently guided Storm towards home, dreaming of what her baby might be when he grew up. "No matter what you are, and no matter what task you take on, I will always be proud of you." She whispered in his ear. Upon entering the pod's resting place, they were greeted with smiles and squeals of joy. A joyful song was sung that dark evening, giving the atmosphere around a cheerful look, each one of these whales knew this calf was special, but they wouldn't know just how special he was until a tragedy would send them all into desperation.
"Stay back Storm!" cried a desperate, yet firm mother. Storm was forced back by an older cow. He watched in desperation as a group of Zenachromes attacked his pod, "there's too many of them!" He cried to himself. He watched helplessly as a Zenachrome singled out his mother. "NO!" he cried. The elderly cow held him back, doing her best to comfort him, but to no avail. "Mom!" He cried, his distressed song ringing through the blood-stained water. He watched as his mother made her final attempt to save herself, and he watched as she failed. He saw the opposing zenachrome make one last fatal move, and watched as his mother slowly grew motionless. "Mom!" He cried again as he propelled himself towards her. The Zenachrome were departing, taking with them three captives. Storm swam blindy through the water towards his mother. "M-mom?" he whispered to her. she forced her eyes open, Storm saw the pain she endured when she did. "Storm" She whispered weakly. "Yes?" He asked eagerly. "I need you to be brave, son." Storm cleared away the tears welling in his eyes. "I-I'll t-try mom" his mother smiled weakly "I love you, Storm. and remember that I will always be with you, even if you can't see me." Storm watched as his mother, bleeding and battered, took her final breath. Storm stared at his lifeless mother for a moment before he tilted his head and let out a long, mournful cry that echoed throughout the silent waters, and was accompanied by the cries of the other pod members. Storm wiped away his tears and headed for the surface of the ocean. Taking a deep breath he looked out over the vast ocean. "Never again will a Zenachrome be the cause of my greif, nor the cause of loss. Somehow, someone must defeat them, and I intend to, whether on my own, or with enforcments. there will come a day when we will not be the ones left to suffer. The time has come to take a stand.”
Storm was gliding gently through the calm water, oblivious, as were the others, to the danger that awaited them. His mind was wandering, as it usually did, but something kept him from slipping away from this world into one of his imagination completely. Suddenly, out of the still water came a terrified scream "Zenachromes!" Vivid images of his mother's death flashed before his eyes at the mention of his nemesis's name. He swam swiftly to the surface, and took a deep breath of air before plunging into the churning water below. 'This is it.' he thought to himself 'The moment I have waited for has come at last, now is our oppurtunity to take claim to what is ours, and the beginnig of this deadly war's eternal destruction.' He pushed his way through the other whales, his eye ever watchful of the three zenachromes terrorizing his pod. his eyes darted from one to the other, he was searching for something, but he didnt know what it was, or even why. Suddenly, his eyes rested on one particular Zenachrome "You." He glared menacingly. The Zenachrome glared back. "You're the reason my mother was destroyed!" The Zenachrome's eyes seemed to hold a mischevious grin, this angered Storm enough for him to lunge at the opposing Zenachrome. His eyes filled with anger, longing, and desperation. Emotions ran through his body, one churning into the other, and creating a concotion of feelings he couldn't begin to understand. The Zenachrome was strong, swift, and cunning, but Storm had been training hard, and was an equal match for this undersized Zenachrome. The two engaged in a deadly battle, each one had the intentions to kill the other, and each were intent on winning. Storm knew not how he did it, nor did the other whales, but they all knew that the Zenachrome was losing this battle, and he would not win another, this Zenachrome, the first in generations, had been defeated, and not a member of their pod lost. Storm watched the Zenachrome lie motionless, soon he would sink to the sea floor, never to be seen again. To show he would not go down so easily, he seized the oppurtunity when Storm had been distracted by a whale's call to aim one last blow at his final opponent. He lashed his tail at Storm, Storm, caught off gaurd dodged the attack soon enough to escape with his life, but he was too late to avoid the pain inflicted upon his head from the mechanical tail. He screamed in pain as the tail came down upon him. He watched through blurred vision as the Zenachrome faded into the black of the sea below. The whales sang a song of joy for their victory, an rose as one to the surface for air. Storm swam upwards, but his vision was blurred so badly he had to be guided along by a member of the pod. He took a deep breath, and dove back under. He fell unconciuos that evening.
Upon awakening, Storm was frightened when he realized he couldn't see out of his left eye. Once he recovered from his shock and the battle between him and the Zenachrome, Storm trained even harder. He was determined not to be caught off gaurd again.
Major W.I.P
*Note: I know that female whales usually give birth with at least one other whale present, but I felt a lone cow would be more suitable to set the mood*
Don't let the fear of judgement keep you from being yourself.~Golden_Dawn
Sing your song, Don't be afraid to shine,
Stand out in the crowd, there's no need to be shy,
Realize your worth, don't accept the many lies.
Dream your heart out, then spread your wings and fly.
~Golden_Dawn