[MeltiTheDragon]

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[azemyc]

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erikon
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Retitcus
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[tiredlett]

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Scarlett 00

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Wip

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[Xhat]

When he was but a young pup, Duna was quite rough and snappy with those
around him. He seemed to be the most active within his litter, and with such
a vivacious personality, earned the respect of other pups and adult sima's alike.
It showed that he was a budding student, and they believed he would reap
success later on in life. They were right, in a sense; until things took a turn
for the worst, that is.

Duna was ambitious, and was blunt when it came to something he yearned
for. With a swift vigor he began to climb through the ranks; always looking
for more. Without much thought he beat down those below him, never taking
a glance back. And eventually, a bout of 'karma' swept him off his paws. That
karma was but another Sima, one that happened to better than he was. They
were better at hunting, better at charming those around them: they were
better at everything. The thought itself began to make Duna an extremely
bitter creature, and evil thoughts began to fill his mind.

So came the day that he snapped out of envy, jealousy, or whatever you wish
to call it. Just as the Sima passed him, Duna lunged like a predator going for
his prey. Mouth open he snarled a horrible snarl, aiming to intimidate the other
and send him running, thinking that he would reclaim all glory by defeating his
rival. But the other Sima was no fool, and took no hesitation with fighting back.

The two, fueled by both instinct and hatred for one another, battled it out.
Indeed, blood was spilled that day; but only one Sima would be able to come
out of the fight with his dignity. It seemed that it was not Duna's duel to win,
and so he walked away with scars and his confidence torn to shreds. Although,
the aftermath of the fight seemed much worse than the battle itself. As he
would pass those within his pack, the ones that thought he was so great, they
laughed at him. They nipped at him. They made fun of him openly. For they
were animals, and they had a sense to keep what was once a proud Sima in
a lowly and pitiful rank. That was how things went for awhile, until something
within Duna's brain clicked; he didn't want to reside in his home anymore.

With quick steps he distanced himself from where he once though was the
only place he belonged, and journeyed out into the unknown. Every paw-step
he took, his paws would ache. But as what used to be a proud Sima, he carried
on with his head held high, and his eyes set forward. Days turned into weeks,
and Duna continued to travel in pure solitude.

That was until he came across another small primal, cast away from her own
pack. She was but a small and sickly thing, and Duna could not find it within
himself to put her out of her misery; so he took her under his wing, and the
two journeyed. Together. Time began to pass, and he found himself beginning
to enjoy the female's company. Bitterness dissipated into nothingness, leaving
only joy and excitement in it's wake. Both Duna and the female enjoyed what
was life; rolling amongst the flowers, and racing through the long grass.

But fate certainly did not favour Duna. One day, the mistress fell ill. No longer
did they play in the grass, or pick the flowers. They lay idle, making slow time
and stopping frequently to rest. Everything was plummeting downhill, only
hitting rock bottom... when the female died during her sleep. It hit Duna like
a ton of bricks, and he spiralled out of control. He howled to the sky and he
let out his rage on the surrounding vegetation; but unlike the fight with his
former rival, Duna came to realize something.

Life should not be about hatred or anger, nor should it revolve around mourning
those who are lost. It should be spent caring for the ones you loved, and trying
to make peace with those around you. Rage would only lead to devastation. So
the once ambitious Sima calmed himself down, and as time passed, slowly the
anger that had always lurked began to fade away. Duna saw the light for the
first time in his life, and with a grin on his face, he took the leap of faith.

user; Xhat
name; Duna, which is of African origin,
meaning "lord, master, headman, sire".
gender; Duna is male.

How he got his scars; his scars themselves are
heavily related to the battle he faced with his rival,
as most were formed during the fight. the fight
itself was extremely violent; I cannot describe it
fully on a kid's site, but just know that as they
were going at it, they were aiming for the facial
regions. this was also part of duna's initial humi-
litation from his former pack. as for his missing
tooth, he lost it a day or two after the fight.
With his wounds still fresh, he came across a
rocky ridge, and decided to travel across instead
of around. thus he fell down, hitting his head off
of various escarpments and injuring himself in
the process. it's safe to say he lost quite a bit of
dignity when earning his scars.

[Qualeo]

This will end this upcoming Wednesday

[chromatic.]

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kdougfang

Name:
Fasirian

Gender:
Male

Scars are just tattoos with better stories:
Fasirian was one of two cubs born to the alpha pair of his pack, unfortunately he was the second born meaning that his chances at being an alpha was naturally ripped away right at birth. Ever since the day he was born you could tell he was different from other Primals. He was shaped normally, a bit bigger than the others because of his bloodlines but mentally he was different. While most other Primals and their cubs liked to spar and play fight with each other, Fasirian on the other hand preferred to not do that. He saw fighting as a waste of energy and violence meaningless. He lacked the natural violence that the others had and he could care less about the daily battles for ranks and dominance, however since he was one of the heirs to the alpha title, it was mandatory from him to participate in daily training. Even if his heart wasn't into battling, he was pretty darn good at it especially when he learned to fight more strategically. He chose to use his surroundings to fight for him even if it seemed more like a cowards choice than mostly relying on your strength, using anything from jumping from heights to gain more speed and gravity carry him down to perform an effective pin or even using more rocky terrain to gain ground away from his opponents when they were more bulky and couldn't keep up quite as well, a very good tactic to tire them out easily. Even if he excelled at sparring he would most often loose interest after a few minutes and would go chase a butterfly or something. On the other hand his elder brother also excelled at the more violent battling and had easily proven his skills to be an alpha at such a young age, he even started to boss the other kids around as if he was alpha already. Fasirian's brother was more of the overconfident type. He always thought of himself as better than the others because he knew of his future title, and was quite defensive about it. He would often growl at everyone who disobeyed him whether they were younger or older, if he was in the wrong or right. Fasirian's brother only wanted power over the other yet he was strangely nice to Fasirian? Yes he was one of the few that tolerated Fasirian's little games and even played along, Why? Because even though Fasirian was also his brother he had a feeling no to really expect much from him, that he was completely harmless since he was more of the quiet and was less than focused when it came to more the more dangerous stuff so he probably didn't even want the title of alpha.

When it was around the time they came of age for Fasirian's brother to arise to the title of being the actual alpha of the back there were rumors spreading around the pack, rumors about how the pack shaman had been talking to their parents about maybe letting the two brothers fight for who would be the alpha since Fasirian had shown some great skill whenever he was focused and his brother has done some quite..questionable actions. Fasirian was ok about the decision but his brother however was furious, afraid that his brother would now cause him not to get the power he craved for so long could possibly be taken away from him just like that. Well luckily he had been planning for something like this for quite some time...He had heard tales from the pack's shaman, tales of the visions she received and believed were from the 'future'. Tales of lesser built creatures like them who had powers over the various elements to make up for their lack of physical strength. Visions of some being born of these powers and some that acquired them through darker means. His brother planned to use these tales to somehow get him powers for himself, powers that would help him overcome Fasirian in battle and eventually any other Primal that will ever doubt him. Since powers were mostly unheard of in primals he decided to obtain them user more darker methods. Fasirian on the other hand had been noticing his brother acting more and more different, sneaking off during random times at night and not coming back till around sunset the next day...

One day Fasirian decided to fallow his brother out of the pack grounds, his natural quietness actually being a good thing for once since he was able to successfully follow him without being noticed. After a few minutes of following him he started to see an unfamiliar glowing essence up ahead and hid in some bushes as he crept closer..As he did the silhouette of his brother was seen by a circle of...blue fire? Upon closer inspection he say that his brother also had the shaman's vision book which she had written even last detail of her visions inside and gasped as he recalled the stories she had told him. It had all made since to him now, why his brother's gem and eyes were now glowing an eerie blue, who was in fact now turning and gazing towards the bush he was hiding in with a evil smirk as he approached. Fasirian jumped out of the bush as it no longer held any purpose and instantly started to beg his brother to stop doing whatever he was doing knowing that messing which such forces was nothing but trouble. His brother kept advancing forward, mumbling something under his breath about something finally coming to an end before he turned his back to him. Fasirian's guard lowered a bit but then suddenly his brother's tail lashed out and slashed him across his face and eye, the power in his gem causing the area to look pink, almost if he was attacked by scalding water. His brother looked down upon Fasirian with the same evil smirk and came closer only to attack once more, this time the gem caught him by his mouth, lucking just a few inches away from his neck but at the cost of a tooth as the fragmented piece was sent towards the ground along with Fasirian who crumbled from the pain as for some reason he couldn't see out of his left eye and his right felt strange as he gazed upon his brother. He pleaded once more for him to stop and his brother advanced once more then stopped as his eerie glow disappeared, his eyes now leaking a blue liquid and his tail gem the same, almost as if it was melting. The same liquid spewed from his mouth as his brother stepped back in horror as it made a puddle around him, asking what was wrong with him. The dark magic no longer flowed through him and by that time,the light of the strange fire and their commotion had alerted the rest of the pack and they were soon all watching from the bushes as the current alpha, their father stood beside Fasirian as his mother tried to help him up. Their father looked down upon the eldest son with disgust at his current state and with a mighty growl from him he pronounced that Fasirian will be the next alpha after him....and that his brother was to be sentenced to exile, from any and all future packs and doomed to roam the lands as a rogue for the rest of his life because of what he had done...

And with that his brother disappeared from Fasirian's life, the only reminder he had was the scars he left him and his eye which now glowed as a reminder of the curse now placed upon his brother.

[waterstar.]

Username: waterstar2002
Name: Ryder
Gender: Male
History: when he was little he was a spoiled child- grew up in a family of warriors - was a little clumsy - grew into his peaceful attitude and calm leadership - when he lost his other eye he went blind - uses a stick to find his way around
How he got his scars: tripped and fell on a spear (clutz)

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Doesn't this end today? 0:

[wendigo.]

Did this end? Qaq

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I think it was suppose to end Wednesday, Slider 0: