Facts: Isnarohs have human intelligence and adapted to the humans hunting them; they have hair and/or mane and could wear items (but not bones); pelts resemble wild cat markings but could have a bit of unnatural color in them.
Name: Sacirai (suh-kI-ray)
Age:47
Gender: Male
Antler type: Ibex
Marking Types: Cloud leapord, leapord, king cheetah
Region: Western
Rank: Trainee
Parents:
Nothing mattered now.
Nothing.
Gone, all gone.
Sacirai stood over the bodies of his parents, which were skinny and sickly-looking. They looked disgusting, all bones and skin. Their eyes were sunken, their ribs sticking out. It was aweful, but that didn't change the fact that his parents were dead.
How long ago had it been that they had taught him respect for the dead, not to speak their names for a year. How could he not speak their names? How could he not curse those human viruses for killing them?
He knew how it happened. The leaders had come to him in the middle of the night to tell him the terrible news. He hadn't even known they were sick. He had simply thought that they were too busy at the moment, as they had always been. It had never hurt his feelings; they were very highly ranked, and had a lot of responsibilities. The group came before yourself or your family, because the strong must survive. That's what they had taught him.
Sacirai couldn't touch them. The virus could possibly pass to him; even being this close was a danger. It couldn't be avoided, though. He had to see them, had to know for sure they were gone.....And they were.
He turned to Zena. "What happened?" he asked her quietly, his voice hoarse.
She dipped her head respectfully, though Sacirai didn't understand why. She was the Alpha Leader, not him. He was simply a trainee.
"I sent them on a mission, to see how the Sorith aren't affected by the virus. They came too close in contact with a human body, though, and it was passed." Her eyes were pained, he knew, but Sacirai didn't care. She had sent them to their deaths.
"Why?" It was only one word, but it was filled with so much emotion. Anger, hate, dispair, sadness. He felt broken inside. That was what angered him the most, though. His parents had never been there, and no matter what he told himself, that hurt. They should have been there, they should have given him a reason to feel broken inside, but they gave him nothing.
He remembered his mother, so brightly colored, so unusual, and when she would leave to hunt. Or, that's what she would tell him, at least. He knew now that she was always in the remains of the cities, trying to find ways to immunity from the virues. She was always trying to figure out gow the Sorinth did it, how they thrived so well in the cities. His father had done similar things, of course, but had mostly worked in their own territory, not going to the cities often. It had been only his second time, when the virus was caught.
"Tell me what you did when you found out." Sacirai said, but it was more of a demand to his leader, to his parents' death. Her eyes were filled with so much emotion as well, and he knew she felt bad. He wanted to confort her, but.....could he?
"I had to exile them, Sacirai. You know that's what happens. I couldn't let them bring the disease into out group. It would have been disastrous." Her eyes softened. "They were given as much comfort as possible in their last days, Sacirai. They were not mistreated, I promise you that." He looked into her eyes, and he believed her. Even now, with their sunken eyes and visible bones, they didn't look like they had died as terribly as some.
That didn't help the fact that it still stung, that Zena would send them to the city. Why? Why why why why why why why why?
But no matter what, he would make sure they didn't die in vain.
Never in vain.
Personality:
Live, love, die. Is that what we creatures of the universe are meant to do? No; thats what the scared, weak inhabitants on Anteer beleive. I for one, think life is far more than that. One day this world will end--wether it be in natural causes, otherworldy powers or something completely unbeleiveable. We are born for a cause. Our parents, who were also born at one time, are on the planet to raise their young. We are to make a difference here. We speak to others to help them live the experience with ourselves and teach them right for wrong, filling in the small gaps that their elders missed to inform them on. By doing this, we are completing our goals and will live on for generations, for all of eternity. Some beleive nothing is eternal; but there is one thing--we are. Us; and our teachings on what is right and wrong; our beleifs on what could be real or make-beleive...
Based on my thoughts, you can see who I am. I think things far more differently than other Isnaroh. I am intelligent.
Intelligent...
I can easily find my way using various methods when I lose my track in the wilderness. I can use the stars to light my paths and the sun as a clock. I taught myself how to intimidate enemies, even if I do not stand a chance in a fight with them I can at least get the upper hand and possibly scare them off.
Again, based on my paragraph, one can see my creativity.
Creative...
I can create loads of nature-given tools to use in the forest. I once made a arrow-like spear that swung through the wind like an elegant eagle; peircing my prey with intense force. Maybe you are wondering how I obtained the tooth-like items on my bracelettes. Well, I used a selection of oddly shaped stones and thick, unbreakable sticks to mold a tooth shape in the rocks. I managed to weave vines and tiny twigs into the divots of my new accessory and made it into the perfect bracelette. My ways of thinking get me far and force my mind to explore new wonders and ideas of life.
Sentimental...
I hold much more value in simple things than any other creature on the planet possibly could. The stone bracelette I had made... it is a symbol of my first jewlery related success, and I wouldn't give it up for the world. I have a few small trinkets, memories and ideas that hold emotional value, such as my idea on life. I show pride each time I explain the idea to others. I am sentimental toward many things that my parents had told me, even though I never got to spend much time with them and, in fact, I can't say I was really close to them.
History:
The night had come, and the female was breathing heavily. Her mate tried to comfort her, but she gave a small snarl, and he backed away.
"Go, Rozn. This is not for your eyes." She told him, and Rozn nodded, padding away to find something to eat.
He only looked over his shoulder once. "I'll be back when it is done, Escra." And with that, he disappeared into the bushes.
She nodded, and as she watched him go the pains began to start in her large belly, and she lay down. Her first pup. Escra hoped it would be a girl, that she would be just like her mother. Escra had never given much thought to what would happen if this turned out to be a boy. It was ridiculous. Escra loved Rozn, but could never have a son, for fear that he would be just like Rozn. No, she wanted a girl to be just like her.
She was disappointed.
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Sacirai was born into a world where he was not wanted.
He wasn't hated, of course, but he was not wanted. From the time he was old enough to be aware of feelings and emotions in others, he knew that he was not the pup his mother had wished for so desperately.
It hurt him, that no matter what he did, it wasn't good enough for his mother. His father adored him and everything he did, but his mother was always giving him cold looks, always critisizing him. Nothing he ever did was right for her.
Once, when he was so young, only about two years old, he tried to sneak into one of the cities to prove to his mother that he could be a big boy. He came across a few human bones, which he had no idea were covered in the infection, and trod over them. He later licked his paws thoroughly.
Sickness quickly overtook him, but no one could figure out why or how he gained this sickness. Only a few, who were immune to this sickness, were able to see him, and try to cure it. His body began to decay and whither away into nothingness, and he very nearly died.
When he was about to take his last breath, however, something was there. It was almost as though this creature, so strange on its two legs, wouldn't allow for him to die. He took many more breaths, and was quickly revived and free of his sickness.
When he told his mother, from whom he desperately wished approval, she simply snarled at him and told Sacirai that he was crazy, that the sickness had messed with his mind. Hurt and angry, Sacirai had run to Zena, the only mother-like figure in his life.
She conforted him, and he began to grow closer and closer to her. She seemed to be the only one that cared, besides his clueless father.
Sacirai spent most of his time training, fighting and hunting, his sarcasm often getting him in trouble. His mother continued to go off on her secret missions and began to ignore him wholly. His father continued in his clueless state, always fawing over Escra. It sickened Sacirai that Rozn, no longer "father", cared only about Escra and his duties to the group.
The only thing his mother taught him directly was that the group mattered most. Simple lives, such as Rozn's or Escra's or Sacirai's, didn't matter if the group was to survive. Even Zena, the most important one in the group, didn't matter much in the long run. Only the group's survival did.
Sacirai did nothing, form the day he learned that, but wish to better his tribe. Nothing. Just like his parents', his life's mission was to makle sure the group was whole and healthy, and nothing else mattered. He often volunteered for the most dangerous jobs, going into the cities to study and experiment on dead Sorinth's.
Then his parents died.
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It was a terrible time for Sacirai. No matter that his mother hadn't loved him, or that his father had been clueless to his predicament. Parents were parents, and Sacirai had loved them even with their major faults.
As he had looked upon their emaciated bodies and their sunken eyes, Sacirai learned from Zena what his parents had really been doing on all their secret missions, and that it was his job to carry on their legacy, to continue the fight against the disease.
And so he did.
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Sacirai grew up to be very handsome, and loved to adorn himself with items, such as plants and skins and carved stones. All these helped protect him in his job.
To go to the cities.
To find immunity.
He experimented on live Sorinth's and dead ones, trying to find out how they were immune to this infection. He traveled to cities far and wide, going to all cities on their territory. He even requested clearance to do so on the territories of others.
Name: Sacirai (suh-kI-ray)
Age:47
Gender: Male
Antler type: Ibex
Marking Types: Cloud leapord, leapord, king cheetah
Region: Western
Rank: Trainee
Parents:
Nothing mattered now.
Nothing.
Gone, all gone.
Sacirai stood over the bodies of his parents, which were skinny and sickly-looking. They looked disgusting, all bones and skin. Their eyes were sunken, their ribs sticking out. It was aweful, but that didn't change the fact that his parents were dead.
How long ago had it been that they had taught him respect for the dead, not to speak their names for a year. How could he not speak their names? How could he not curse those human viruses for killing them?
He knew how it happened. The leaders had come to him in the middle of the night to tell him the terrible news. He hadn't even known they were sick. He had simply thought that they were too busy at the moment, as they had always been. It had never hurt his feelings; they were very highly ranked, and had a lot of responsibilities. The group came before yourself or your family, because the strong must survive. That's what they had taught him.
Sacirai couldn't touch them. The virus could possibly pass to him; even being this close was a danger. It couldn't be avoided, though. He had to see them, had to know for sure they were gone.....And they were.
He turned to Zena. "What happened?" he asked her quietly, his voice hoarse.
She dipped her head respectfully, though Sacirai didn't understand why. She was the Alpha Leader, not him. He was simply a trainee.
"I sent them on a mission, to see how the Sorith aren't affected by the virus. They came too close in contact with a human body, though, and it was passed." Her eyes were pained, he knew, but Sacirai didn't care. She had sent them to their deaths.
"Why?" It was only one word, but it was filled with so much emotion. Anger, hate, dispair, sadness. He felt broken inside. That was what angered him the most, though. His parents had never been there, and no matter what he told himself, that hurt. They should have been there, they should have given him a reason to feel broken inside, but they gave him nothing.
He remembered his mother, so brightly colored, so unusual, and when she would leave to hunt. Or, that's what she would tell him, at least. He knew now that she was always in the remains of the cities, trying to find ways to immunity from the virues. She was always trying to figure out gow the Sorinth did it, how they thrived so well in the cities. His father had done similar things, of course, but had mostly worked in their own territory, not going to the cities often. It had been only his second time, when the virus was caught.
"Tell me what you did when you found out." Sacirai said, but it was more of a demand to his leader, to his parents' death. Her eyes were filled with so much emotion as well, and he knew she felt bad. He wanted to confort her, but.....could he?
"I had to exile them, Sacirai. You know that's what happens. I couldn't let them bring the disease into out group. It would have been disastrous." Her eyes softened. "They were given as much comfort as possible in their last days, Sacirai. They were not mistreated, I promise you that." He looked into her eyes, and he believed her. Even now, with their sunken eyes and visible bones, they didn't look like they had died as terribly as some.
That didn't help the fact that it still stung, that Zena would send them to the city. Why? Why why why why why why why why?
But no matter what, he would make sure they didn't die in vain.
Never in vain.
Personality:
Live, love, die. Is that what we creatures of the universe are meant to do? No; thats what the scared, weak inhabitants on Anteer beleive. I for one, think life is far more than that. One day this world will end--wether it be in natural causes, otherworldy powers or something completely unbeleiveable. We are born for a cause. Our parents, who were also born at one time, are on the planet to raise their young. We are to make a difference here. We speak to others to help them live the experience with ourselves and teach them right for wrong, filling in the small gaps that their elders missed to inform them on. By doing this, we are completing our goals and will live on for generations, for all of eternity. Some beleive nothing is eternal; but there is one thing--we are. Us; and our teachings on what is right and wrong; our beleifs on what could be real or make-beleive...
Based on my thoughts, you can see who I am. I think things far more differently than other Isnaroh. I am intelligent.
Intelligent...
I can easily find my way using various methods when I lose my track in the wilderness. I can use the stars to light my paths and the sun as a clock. I taught myself how to intimidate enemies, even if I do not stand a chance in a fight with them I can at least get the upper hand and possibly scare them off.
Again, based on my paragraph, one can see my creativity.
Creative...
I can create loads of nature-given tools to use in the forest. I once made a arrow-like spear that swung through the wind like an elegant eagle; peircing my prey with intense force. Maybe you are wondering how I obtained the tooth-like items on my bracelettes. Well, I used a selection of oddly shaped stones and thick, unbreakable sticks to mold a tooth shape in the rocks. I managed to weave vines and tiny twigs into the divots of my new accessory and made it into the perfect bracelette. My ways of thinking get me far and force my mind to explore new wonders and ideas of life.
Sentimental...
I hold much more value in simple things than any other creature on the planet possibly could. The stone bracelette I had made... it is a symbol of my first jewlery related success, and I wouldn't give it up for the world. I have a few small trinkets, memories and ideas that hold emotional value, such as my idea on life. I show pride each time I explain the idea to others. I am sentimental toward many things that my parents had told me, even though I never got to spend much time with them and, in fact, I can't say I was really close to them.
History:
The night had come, and the female was breathing heavily. Her mate tried to comfort her, but she gave a small snarl, and he backed away.
"Go, Rozn. This is not for your eyes." She told him, and Rozn nodded, padding away to find something to eat.
He only looked over his shoulder once. "I'll be back when it is done, Escra." And with that, he disappeared into the bushes.
She nodded, and as she watched him go the pains began to start in her large belly, and she lay down. Her first pup. Escra hoped it would be a girl, that she would be just like her mother. Escra had never given much thought to what would happen if this turned out to be a boy. It was ridiculous. Escra loved Rozn, but could never have a son, for fear that he would be just like Rozn. No, she wanted a girl to be just like her.
She was disappointed.
---------------------------------------------------
Sacirai was born into a world where he was not wanted.
He wasn't hated, of course, but he was not wanted. From the time he was old enough to be aware of feelings and emotions in others, he knew that he was not the pup his mother had wished for so desperately.
It hurt him, that no matter what he did, it wasn't good enough for his mother. His father adored him and everything he did, but his mother was always giving him cold looks, always critisizing him. Nothing he ever did was right for her.
Once, when he was so young, only about two years old, he tried to sneak into one of the cities to prove to his mother that he could be a big boy. He came across a few human bones, which he had no idea were covered in the infection, and trod over them. He later licked his paws thoroughly.
Sickness quickly overtook him, but no one could figure out why or how he gained this sickness. Only a few, who were immune to this sickness, were able to see him, and try to cure it. His body began to decay and whither away into nothingness, and he very nearly died.
When he was about to take his last breath, however, something was there. It was almost as though this creature, so strange on its two legs, wouldn't allow for him to die. He took many more breaths, and was quickly revived and free of his sickness.
When he told his mother, from whom he desperately wished approval, she simply snarled at him and told Sacirai that he was crazy, that the sickness had messed with his mind. Hurt and angry, Sacirai had run to Zena, the only mother-like figure in his life.
She conforted him, and he began to grow closer and closer to her. She seemed to be the only one that cared, besides his clueless father.
Sacirai spent most of his time training, fighting and hunting, his sarcasm often getting him in trouble. His mother continued to go off on her secret missions and began to ignore him wholly. His father continued in his clueless state, always fawing over Escra. It sickened Sacirai that Rozn, no longer "father", cared only about Escra and his duties to the group.
The only thing his mother taught him directly was that the group mattered most. Simple lives, such as Rozn's or Escra's or Sacirai's, didn't matter if the group was to survive. Even Zena, the most important one in the group, didn't matter much in the long run. Only the group's survival did.
Sacirai did nothing, form the day he learned that, but wish to better his tribe. Nothing. Just like his parents', his life's mission was to makle sure the group was whole and healthy, and nothing else mattered. He often volunteered for the most dangerous jobs, going into the cities to study and experiment on dead Sorinth's.
Then his parents died.
-----------------------------------
It was a terrible time for Sacirai. No matter that his mother hadn't loved him, or that his father had been clueless to his predicament. Parents were parents, and Sacirai had loved them even with their major faults.
As he had looked upon their emaciated bodies and their sunken eyes, Sacirai learned from Zena what his parents had really been doing on all their secret missions, and that it was his job to carry on their legacy, to continue the fight against the disease.
And so he did.
----------------------------------
Sacirai grew up to be very handsome, and loved to adorn himself with items, such as plants and skins and carved stones. All these helped protect him in his job.
To go to the cities.
To find immunity.
He experimented on live Sorinth's and dead ones, trying to find out how they were immune to this infection. He traveled to cities far and wide, going to all cities on their territory. He even requested clearance to do so on the territories of others.
