Tatsushan wrote:username: Tatsushan
name: Huracan
gender: Sexy Male
relationship to Beni:
Huracan is pretty easy going and quite until Beni is around. Huracan and Beni have not gotten along since they first met. They have one of those love/hate relationship in a weird way. Huracan thinks Beni is spastic dork who flitters around running off his mouth, and has a short temper. Shee, like he knows everything (Huracan rolls his eyes).
Huracan loves to call Beni rude names, just so he can watch Beni's reaction, which is usually to get really mad and to throw a fit. Okay, so Huracan really is a big bully to Beni, but they are so opposite, besides Huracan thinks that Beni truely enjoys the attention.
"What is life"
It is the flash of a firefly in the night
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset
Personality
Huracan is a free spirt, pretty laid back, quite, calm, easy going and really does not show much interest in others, well with the exception of Beni LOL... Not much else really bothers or surprises Huracan. He does not speak much unless it is necessary or spoken to first, when he does speak he has something of importance to say in his calm, deep and sexy voice. Huracan thinks that constant chitter~chatter is annoying, depressing and a huge waste of life's precious resources. Basically if you don't have something of meaning to say don't bother.
Huracan is very proud of his name, which means "God of Wind". And Huracan loves to fly like the it on his motorcycle. I guess you can say he feels free and alive when speeding down the road at speeds that breaks all limits.
Huracan enjoys grooming his beautiful fur and feathers, being very proud of his handsome appearance. Huracan wears the plum of feathers on his head as an Indian headdress. As only the most brave, fearless and powerful warriors do. Wearing a headress is a deeply spiritual symbol of nobility and honor. He also enjoys collecting colorful beads, and silver bands to adorn himself. But, it is no ones business what he likes and doesn't.
Call to the Four Winds
By Spirit Wind, Cherokee Native American
I call the East, where the Father ascends
To the Mother Earth where life begins.
I fly through the ceders, pines, willows and birch
As animals below me wonder and search.
I call to the South, to the land down below.
Turtle stands silent as man strings his bow
To hunt for food and fur for his kin before snow.
A life will end so others will grow.
I call to the North, the Buffalo once knew.
I follow their path till it disappeard from view.
Once vast in numbers, there stand but a few.
I hear only ghost thunder of millions of hooves.
I call to the West, to ends of the land.
To the Tsalagi, Kiowa, Comanche, all brands
Unite for the strength. Teach the young and demand
That you are Native Americans.
Learn your tongue and stand.
My name is Freedom: I fly through this land.
I call the four Sacred Winds.
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