by Photographic » Wed Dec 21, 2011 4:42 pm
Name: Ryne (Rh-ine)
Age: 455
Clan: Raken Clan
Element: Earth
Personality: Brave, Daring, wants justice and fair treatment for all, but can be too stubborn and hotheaded at times.
Art: Soon.
Story:
The light seemed to flicker in front of his face, to dance in the last rays of the warm light. Dancing back and forth, back and forth...it was no light he had ever seen, but, it seemed so eerily familiar...but, the kind of familiar that sent shivers down your spine, the kind that woke you in the night...
Ryne shifted in his sleep, he was surrounded by his pack members, he would not show weakness in front of them, he would not wake and scream, a chilling scream that woke the hardest of sleepers. He wanted to scream so badly it hurt, but he would not show it. No, no he wouldn't. He had finished being scared long ago, now, no more, he was someone else, a new person, and no one could judge him. And he sure wasn't about to give them something to judge. Ryne's movements awoken a close by pack member, she shifted in her sleep and sleepily opened her eyes, “Ryne?...” She muttered, he voice full of sleep, “Thick-scull, its ungodly o-clock and your up and around?” Muttering darkly the silvery she-wolf gave him a sharp kick with her back foot and soon fell back to sleep. Ryne was silent for a moment, Kitiana, or Kitio, as she liked to be called, was a close friend of his, smart, stubborn and brave she was the conscience he had never had until recently. She was an annoying little thing, but, still, the only real friend he had had in a long time. The rest of the pack...excepted...him, well kinda. They knew he was a deadly fighter, knew he could do them some serious damage if he wanted to. If he wanted to. But, they seemed to forget that fact and just focus on his past. He had been open about his past, hadn't tried to hide it, and had redeemed his actions. He had made peace with his daemons. But...they still lingered around Ryne, like a bad cold you just couldn't seem to shake. As the soft, even, rhythmic sleeping breaths over took his thoughts, Ryne silently wished back his nightmare, it seemed the only thing that scared him now, and he welcomed the adrenalin into his blood stream.
“Move, move! Move it! Come on move!” Whined a eerie voice in his head, he flinched, it was the faceless wolf, the colorless wolf, the one who seemed to represent all of the death he had brought into the world. The wolf was faceless, and had no colors, it seemed like some sort of ghost of his past actions, aside from some of his other nightmares, this was probably the weirdest. The wolf never did much, just tried to get him to move. Some weird, twisted justice his mid had conjured up probably. He could feel the smirk gracing his face as he slept, oh great, he had wanted adrenalin and gotten a conscience instead. The wolf growled and nipped at the air in front og him, “Mooove!” it whined like a small pup. Sighing Ryne rose to his feet and began to move forward, just like the faceless wolf wanted. It moved beside him, almost as if a companion. “My space please?” Ryne asked tersely. “Oh...right” Grumbled the faceless little wolf. “You know, were not just walking today! We finally reaching the end of our walk! Now we can stop, right after we clear the horizon!” The little faceless wolf cheered. Grunting Ryne took another step forward and fell. He wanted to scream, but his breath felt trapped in his throat. The little wolf stood at the to and smiled down at him, “Were here! I told you so!” It said in an eerily happy voice, and that, chilled Ryne the most.
Gasping for a silent breath, Ryne's head shot up his quiet panting only reaching his ears. Oh, god...,Ryne though with an agitated edge. That had never happened before, no...no this was something else, the faceless wolf never did something like that. What the...? What was going on? No...no something was seriously wrong, some of his dreams were horrific, granted some were memories, but, this...he wasn't sure what scared him more, but right now, he had more adrenalin that an army could handle. He never reacted like this except for the light dream...was something like this going to happen? Sometime it was said you could see your future in a dream...but no...that was for Rayaens...so...why...? It all came up blank, his mind and spirit wielded nothing to him. Sighing, Ryne got to his feet and trudged out into the opening of the den, looking out at the sky, it was just Sunrise time, the other pack members would waken soon, he should leave before they woke. Making quick silent steps, Ryne trotted up to his favorite spot in Raken clan territory, a large out looking peak that he liked to sit atop and think. He though best up here, out of sight and out of mind of others...
Flickering, dancing, spiraling, peaking, coming to a fiery stop...and burning out. Sending the world into darkness, taking the light, and the life of everyone, so that only he remained. Just him, all alone. All of the others lay dead, dead by his own paw...it was his fault...all of it on him, his...his fault...
(i may of may not continue this story, i like were its ended, but i may continue it if you would like me to)
Theme song: Satellite-Rise against.
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