by daices. » Sat Feb 11, 2012 11:00 am
Username: nightwolf2982
Name:rukkiu
Gender:male
Personality: rash, likes to rush into things, and bold. Those two don't go well together. He is also a little bit lazy, but is still a pretty hardworking wolf. He is a little bloodthirsy.
History: " faster!" the training coach said " hurry up, or I'll make you each swim in the lake for an hour!" rukkia muttered curses under his breath. He hated this coach. Sometimes he just wanted to run away from all of the training, and rest under the sun, like he did most days. That was how he got the orangish color in his fur. Rukkia was actually born a gray wolf pup, with black streaks on his back, but years lying under the sun had changed that. His pelt became orange, but the black still remained. The sun must have addled his brain too. For when he was little, he was a shy, though somehow rash, pup, but after he started staying under the sun, things changed. Sometimes he would be nice and mellow, and always obedient. But other times, he would go into a rage, snarling and growling until no one dared approach him. He was usually alone, except for his friend, a pretty russet brown she wolf with wire markings on the tail, eyes, and legs. But one day, when the she wolf was out hunting, she got killed. The only wolf who made it back from the hunting party was rukkiu, but when someone tried to ask him what was wrong, he turned and looked at him with a look of such fury that any other questions deminished. The truth was, that rukkiu had actually killed the she wolf himself, along with all of the other wolves in the hunting party. When the group was out hunting, the sun was unusually bright, and hot, and it scalded the wolves backs. Except it didn't hurt rukkiu. He was already used to it. But he did feel strange, some how lighter, and everything he saw seemed to fade and snap back to focus, like a camera. As the hunting party went on, they grew tired, and finally stopped down to rest. By that time, rukkiu had a horrible ache in his temple. Suddenly, when it struck noon, rukkiu thought he heard a voice in his head, saying, bow to me..... And in a blinding flash of light, rukkiu had some new patterns in his fur, and all of the members of the hunting group was dead. After rukkiu went back to camp, he felt guilty. And whenever he laid down in the sun, he felt an urge to do....something. Finally, he couldn't bear it any more. He ran to the top of a mountain, where he disappeared in a flash of golden light.
Epilogue:
The story of rukkiu continues to this day. Some say they even saw him, glowing on a mountaintop, almost like another sun. Some others say that the wolf was a wolf lucifer, cast down from eternity, cursed to live on the mountain top. But all of the stories can agree on one thing : once every year, during noon on a specific day, you could hear rukkiu howling, his voice full of greif and pain. And maybe loss, too.
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Thank you, Monty.
You will be missed.
1981 - 2015
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哪一条路是对？
问心无愧ＭｙＷａｙ
