Name:Shamir
Gender:Male
Age:25
Tribe:Yami
Rank:Soldier
Personality:Shamir is very cold toward others. He used to be a gently soul when he was younger, but as he grew the others would pick on him, until he turned ruthless like them. All the torture from the others showed him that you can only care for yourself and never rely on another. His heart is now as hard as stone.
Main Element:Rock
Art of Your Wolf:
- Shamir Without skull
- Shamir.png (94.37 KiB) Viewed 80 times
Brief (or not) History:WIP
*Skull is from a big cat that he killed to protect himself when he was younger, the feather is from his first kill when he got older.*
I remember it as if it was only yesterday.....
It was a cold night, my mother had just left a little bit ago to get us some dinner. She told us pups to stay in the den because she smelled a feline prowling around outside. I didnt listen though, since I was a lot more curious than my siblings. I crept out of the cave, looking all around me, I didnt see anything to fear. Smirking I walked out further, until I came upon a tree that was a foot from the den. Stopping at the tree, I decided to play with a bug that I found. I wouldn't hurt it, much, I used to be gentler a few years ago..but that just caused my sibblings to laugh at me, so now I pretend I am a lot tougher than I really am. As I knelt down to get ready to pounce on the bug, I hear footsteps not far from me on my right. Thinking that it was my mother coming back to check up on us, I turn around to run into the den, but instead of making it, a huge paw with sharp claws flings me through the air. I lay there stunned...what could have done that? As my vision became clear I noticed it was not my mother at all, but a large type of cat. I knew I had to do something or I would loose my life. So I took a deep breath and summoned all the courage I could before standing up, my poor legs protested, but I kept lifting myself up. This cause the cat to smirk at me as it moved forward, its leg drawn back to swipe at me again. As it moved to hit me with its paw, I lunge at its leg, digging my teeth in deep. This caused the cat to get angry, and fling its paw. Once the paw moved into the air, I couldnt hold on and went flying, almost hitting my head on the tree. As soon as I landed, I noticed a very large and pointy stick laying next to me. The cat looked like it was going to pounce and kill me...I only had one chance to try. As soon as the cat started to pounce and was almost on top of me, I grabbed the stick and used all my strength to lift it up, peircing the cat in the chest, using the cats own body weight to pull the stick all the way through until it was sticking out of its back. I yipped softly as the cat landed with a thud beside me. At that moment my mother really did come home, she was breathing hard, I guess she must heard the cats growling. She looked at the cat and than at me "good job son, lets cut out the skull, and than you can wear that as you get older." she smiled as we both walked to the cat and got my new trophy free.
