by Vargulf » Wed Apr 24, 2013 8:02 pm
Username: She Wolf Alpha
Name: Abbadon
Gender:Male
Extra: Theme Song, Godsmack "I Stand Alone"
Story: It was a cold stormy summer's night of my birth, but it seems that the heavens knew of my presents and I would be revealed soon. This would be the worst storm that my parents seen since their time upon this earth, thunder struck the ground like an iron hammer. Lightening spread across the sky and branched out as if the gods themselves were waving their fingers through the storm clouds, at last I have arrived and my head hit the saturated cold ground. I let out my first screams as if the devil unleashed his wrath on this awful night. My mother took her big claws and pulled me into her as she began to lick me clean, there I heard for the first time my mother's comforting purrs. As the rain came down in a harsh down pour, my father looked to the sky and began to ponder if this was an omen from those who lived before him. He stood silent in the rain as thought to himself, What have I helped create...have I brought a burden upon myself? I must take care of this abomination at once. At this moment I didn't know that later on I would be thanking my mother for my very life. Lighting struck down in the background as my father turned and faced my mother at the mouth of the cave, his growl low and malevolent, his eyes darken as he locked his stare onto me. My mother looked up and away from my tiny frame and towards my father, "What has gotten into you? Why are you looking at him that way?" She the stood up and hover over me, "HE MUST DIE!!! It's an omen from the ancient ones, so step aside!" She gave him a death defying stare as she snarled, "I will do no such thing...I will fight you tooth and claw before I let you hurt him." Her head lowered as she spread her paws into a fighting stance, "Don't be stupid my mate I don't want to hurt you." How was I to know that my first night upon this earth wasn't going to be a quiet one.
My mother lunged at him as she swiped her claws across his face, soon the screams and hissing filled the air as thunder clashed once more. My new born eyes couldn't see that well but the sound from both parents started to frighten me. Soon my screams accompanied theirs as I scooted into a corner of the cave, the sparring didn't last long as I heard a loud thud as one of my parents were tossed across the cave floor, "ENOUGH!" my father shouted as it seem to me that my mother was the one picking herself up, "You stubborn female can't you see what you have can't exsist among us...this storm didn't rupture until you came into labor." She stared directly into my father's eyes as she was brash, "Don't be foolish my love...don't dare blame a storm on his birth, listen to how foolish you sound." I remember the loud thud my father's hind paw made as he gruffly said to her, "Fine keep him but it will be on you if you upset the ancient ones for ignoring their warnings." He then left the cave in a rage and she lost sight of him in the blanket of rain. My mother soon turned back to me as she picked me up by the nape of the neck and placed me back in the center of the cave floor, she then engulfed me with the length of her body as she laid beside me. She then whispered softly to me, "I won't let no one hurt you my little one...my Abbadon." I then drifted off to sleep.
As I grew my father did have much to do with me, it was always my mother who watched over me, took care of me, and when it was time to learn to hunt she took me out and showed me the ropes. I had to admit the adrinaline rush was amazing and addictive when I sunk my teeth into my first kill. I was rather proud of myself and it seems that I wasn't the only one who was, the look on my mother's face said it all, "Nicely done Abbadon, I couldn't done it better myself." I puffed out my chest as I laid my prey at my feet, "Thank you mother, I couldn't done it with out you." I smiled with appreciation, but what mother didn't know was something inside me awoke, something that I wouldn't have control over. I myself didn't know that my future was going to be a dark one, that my taste for blood would never be satisfied. I would soon be known as the dark one, but would there be one who could lift the veil from my heart? My mother prayed to the ancient ones that there was, for her sake and mine, for I was a Tanuke...I was Abbadon.
ART:viewtopic.php?f=33&t=1780892 done by the wonderful Andiliion
Last edited by
Vargulf on Tue May 07, 2013 9:41 am, edited 3 times in total.
A wolf does not concern himself with the opinion of sheep
It's easy to be wrong, don't judge by appearances.
You don't really know me, there is a tree in my heart.
Sheltered behind its leaves, you can find shy notes,
And if you gather them, you can hear me breathing.
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