This Saber is:
ADOPTED
ADOPTED
Siegfried
Owner: KyuubiHiro
Gender: Male
Element: Electric
Characteristics:
Info:
~Hair can never lay flat, is always spiked
~has a natural static to his fur
~Abnormally good vision
~Longer claws(shaped like lightening bolts)Hex Codes: #f2f611-#191919-#FFFFFF-#203e5d-#8c425e-#f2f6c4"A Story is Meant to be Told"One side of the coin, Siegfried is your typical war-veteran; a hardened male that has been taught lessons of battle that have made him wise yet enforcing. He isn't one for tolerance, and gets rather angry easily, but he knows how to channel it into controlled, yet raw violence, verbal or physical. It's hard to get this guy believing in nonsense. From what he's gained and lost throughout battle, he's become rather nihilistic. Which is, the fact that he has to see something to understand that it exists. He can see his opponents, therefore he knows they exist to stand in his way. Because of this, it's irritating to get this guy to understand the concepts of powerful emotions, such as love. It's also excruciatingly difficult to get this guy to slow down. He never sleeps, he's always out somehow, whether he's on guard duty, simply always on the move, or even training his skills.
However, there is a much deeper concept to the war hero that is hard to reveal. While its hard for him to trust, or in-fact, hard for others to trust him completely, he does have the desire of friendship. Siegfried doesn't always want to be a saber constantly haunted by his more daunting fights, and he's well aware his insomnia and thirst for fighting don't help. He's afraid of losing more people he cares about. And deep down, he truly knows what love means, but even then, this is something he just come back to grasp with. He's truly a man constantly spited by his nightmares, even when awake, and it's forced him to take on a tough guy role. Only it's gotten so much to his head that it's hard for the poor saber to even remember how he was like before the battles started to wear on him. Overall, he knows how to be kind and loving, he's just put on the war veteran mask too tight.
I have lived on this Earth for a long time it seems. To the average saber, they may just say I'm only a little above half-way till my end. Compared to some, I may be very old. To others, I'm practically still a child. But one-hundred fifty some-odd years enough for me to come to grips with the fact that I have seen enough in my time to give it all up. So many others, so many times, so many events, so much has happened in my life. They have all come and gone, like a beautiful comet. Of course, not all these things have ended up like a beautiful comet. I have had too much in my life happen to me, so I might as well give you the important gist. I was born to no one. My father left my mother, where she was killed because of me. I gained her nutrients. But she said in her final words that it was to give a better life, to have another chance. If I am her second chance, then let it be known that I've managed to stay alive in this stone cold world.
I was brought up, at first, by a grizzly bear. She was a kind and elderly bear, but she was still tough as nails. She taught me the basics of fighting and survival. I guess in a sense, you could call her my adoptive mother. I think her name was Ursana. She would always tell me to get my own food, but I knew it was for my own good. Age would soon take the poor bear, and I was old enough to take care of myself. She managed to raise me for a good 30 years, which was very old for the bear. It made me sad when she died, but she gave me a confidence I would never forget. And it was through his death that I saw a vision. A vision of the Original, a nameless Saber wielding the mighty powers of the skies. It was through this vision that I pushed my own lightning abilities, so I could protect those I would come to meet later in life. I gave Ursana the burial she dreamed of; to fly with the summer wind of the forest. I gave her what she desired. I reduced her body to ashes, and sent them into that that very warm breeze.
Afterwards, I pressed on towards the mountains more south. They weren't as cold, so I was used to the temperatures they gave. I found a pack of fellow Sabers. At first, I was far from welcomed, but with my skills, I managed to prove myself worthy and was given a warm welcome from their paws. From there on, I fought alongside them for the control of the mountains, fighting off and killing many, from wolves to foxes to rams to other Sabers. That powerful but bloody length of fifty-two years had brought us joy and strength. And it was by this time that I met an Air Saber by the name of Asenna. She was indeed the most beautiful creature I ever did see. She stole my warrior heart. And soon enough, during a blossoming spring five years post to our meeting, we became mates. Ironically, during the same time, the eldest of the pack, Gestorm, promoted me to pack alpha after he died. And with that, not only was I in command of of my fellow friends and fighters, but I was to be with Asenna. We promised a forever-long relationship.
However, a short five years swam by like a trout, and my days as leader would be coming to an end. Many bad things began happening to me. First off, Asenna was unable to breed. This brought us right down. It didn't help when other Saber packs began attacking like mad dogs wanting their food. We were being swarmed with attacks, many of our fellow pack members were dying, and worst off, we found the source to Asenna's inability to breed. She was suffering from an illness. And as if on cue, all of the other packs ganged up on us after Asenna passed on with my mother and Ursall. Her dying will was to tell me to keep living. By her word, I stood, and while I was prepared to die, I would refuse it. My closest friends and pack mates, a simple fourteen of us, we fought off what seemed like infinite amounts of enemy infantry. By the will, power, and souls of our ancestors, we charged, we fought, but nobody won. I had lost them all; all of my friends, my family. Everything that was dear to me was gone; except my will. With that alone, I slaughtered the remainder of the enemy sabers. And I disowned my position as leader, and for now, I have been traveling, dealing with even simple common criminals in forests or anywhere that would need my help. Just so i wouldn't fail my pack. Or my love.
