Post by Zed on Oct 5, 2015 2:46:13 GMT
Zed Vorhees
"Hush, hush, little one... All will meet it's Oblivion soon..." -Zed
—Amorwind Forest... Even though it has a quite peaceful apperance, it's all the opposite. Deep inside the ancient trees, resides the infamous Tribe of Dark Waters. It's been known for using 'abnormal' territory markers. Wherever you see a pile of ribs and old craniums, it means that zone belongs to them.— The canidae commented, staring almost into your soul, with his pale tinted orbs. His pupils, now shaped as thin obsidian lines, adjusted to the constantly shifting amount of light inside the cave that worked as his den.
—Many of the few people who have managed to be recognized as something, had to stain their claws on innocent blood. It is a surely regretful event on someone's backstory, but it was necessary on those times. Being born and perishing without being immortalized on someone's thoughts at least, was a shame.— The brute blinked, as his pupils now took a slight round form.
—And, as you've maybe guessed, building your "Identity" wasn't easy. It is an old 'tradition', to make two of the greatest warriors of the tribe, fight. The winner shall behead the loser.— That sounded quite gross, but the masculine didn't seem affected by that. —That is where, the story of a once forgotten warrior, begins...—
[Zed's P.O.V?]
As every normal pup, I lived a pretty puphood. Comfortable between the arms (paws?) of my mother, Amelia, and listening to the stories my Father, Tobias, told me. I was the youngest pup from the litter, and, of course, bullied by older brothers. But I didn't care. I never showed emotions at all, or that's what others said. People could think the innocence of a pup is rather adorable, but in my case, it was what ruined it all.
I was so gullible.
I do, I understand, Amalia wanted me to never find out what kind of horrid things this tribe did as a tradition. But sooner or later I would, and she knew it. That's why I admire her, for being able to bring a new creative excuse everyday and keep me away from those "bad things".
I hadn't even reached my first year of life, and I noticed some things began to change. Tobias stopped telling me stories. Amalia would no longer welcome me in her arms. I was still confused, when this certain canidae known as Malphite took me away. I felt anger, sadness, confusement, but not because of that, but for the way they just turned and retired back to the Tribe's camp, leaving me to this "Monster's" mercy.
But... Now that I'm here, I'm able to review all of those "regretful" events, and... I feel nothing more than happiness.
Soon I realized that those poor young ones that stayed into their family's arms, became ignorant, stupid, useless.
Somehow Malphite managed to get that idea in my head perfectly.
In the instant he finished that quote I thought:
"I don't want to die in the forgetfulness. I want to be recognized as something...
I don't want to be like the others."
It had been a long, long wait for my Mentor. I realized that when I heard his happiest screech, and saw him running towards me, just to greet me...
Because I had claimed my first "head" at the fighting ring.
As I finished to clean the mix between my and my victim's blood off of my obsidian fur, I had a chance to look up, at the whole lot of canines that observed me, and grinned. Some others were just screaming my name, I guess they felt proud.
Though, the moment of victory didn't last long. Soon enough I was replaced by another life being, and had to follow my "dear Mentor" to the deepest dephts of the Amorwind forest, to, once again, beat outselves up for fun.
It was like a routine. Training for various days and nights, to then go and claim another head.
I cannot say I didn't get any honourable opponets, because I did.
I had lost the count of all the fight's I've been in, but this is the one I'll always remember.
I cannot remember that guy's name now... But I'll always keep in mind the way he fought. Until now I had only took the heads of stupid wolves, who just attacked, attacked, and attacked. That's why it was easy for me.
Malphite knew it apparently, because through the whole fight he was just smiling and looking at me. I could read his lips.
"What now? Is that something new...?"
This certain opponent was well trained. Instead of madly throwing himself at me, he analized his surroundings, his opportunities, and I was the one who almost lost his head.
However, his bad move was trying to get a kick kill, with a bite to the nape. It was a random movement I invented in desperation, but it worked out perfectly.
All I did was bite his Carpus, but with enough strenght to sever his front paw. it tasted like mud, and blood.
A kick with my hind legs, and he was down, to my mercy.
For some reason, despite the screams comign from the multitude telling me to decapitate him already, we both stared for a long time, without being able to move because of the exhaustion of what had been an hour of beating.
—... What's your name?—
—... I'm gonna die, It is not necessary...—
At his comment, I frowned slightly.
—It is necessary. You were a honourable opponent, I have the right to know the name of the wolf that changed my style of fighting.— Judging by his expression, he felt surprised.
—Until now I was only a puppet, fighting without thinking. That's lame for someone like me.— He smiled a little.
—Well... My name is Shen.—
—Hm... Very well then. Shen, I hope that in your eternal rest, you find the respect you deserve.— With that final quote, he closed his eyes, and I beheaded him.
I tried to do it painlessly, I didn't have any reason to make the one who taught me, suffer.
Malphite felt confused, but simply remained silent, cause he didn't even need to come for me, I approached and quickly retreated the ring once again.
I knew he felt curious, he spent the whole day stalking me.
—What?—
—... Just curious... Why did you do that?—
I guesses he referred to Shen.
—... Nothing. I was... Lazy to be a motherf.— An excuse, he knew it, but felt the same to keep chatting about that.
From that day on the number of heads I claimed increased, very much.
I was in the happiest moment of my endless victory, and coming back stained on red, to meet Malph feeling quite nervous.
—Something wrong?— I questioned, just standing behind him, as he looked to the emptiness infront of him. My voice have him snap out of his thoughts.
—Mm? O-Oh, nothing.—
—Just a few seconds ago you looked almost scared, like a pup.—
I was now sitting infront of him, scrutinizing him with my eyes.
What he spoke about next left me quite... dumbfounded.
—I have to tell you.—
He said.
—I guess you noticed the way your parents just turned and left you with me, Eh?—
—Yeah...— That again, tch.
—It was like a relief for them. They never appreciated you at all... wasting such a talentous pup like you... That angered me so much. So I negociated with them. Taking you away, bringing relief to them. I lied, though. I took care of you, trained you, taught you, because I knew that, One day you'd come back, and torment them until satisfaction.—
I went silent. It was like a mix of emotions... Sadness, anger, confusement, just like that time.
But with a small difference.
There it was, again, that small spark of "Happiness". I felt... yeah... Happy.
But it was not a sane happiness.
In that moment I just laughed lowly.
—... What?— Malphite questioned.
—Hehehe... Bad for them. In fact, I'm very grateful for their choice. Appart from saving me from the ignorance, foolishness, inutility, they gave me a great Tutor, and served me a life of victory.— Maybe this was what my Mentor was looking for, the moment I ecognized I was everything but something good...
"How sad." One would think, but...
I didn't care!
I have won the hate of many wolves for taking away a loved one, a son, a father, etc., but it felt good. Maybe I was obtaining all the satisfaction my parents never gave me "the good way", with my victim's agony.
I deduced I took their heads... Because I wanted! In any moment I could've put a stop to this massacre, but I didn't.
I was so happy and mumbling about all, that the "final fight" arrived.
Soon enough I found myself standing infront of Malphite, talking to me, a mass murderer.
—Are you sure? In this fight the opponent has the right to give up. Yet, you know what that means.— He explained.
—Now that I'm here, You're telling me to stop?— I questioned. —Did the amount of blood make you a good wolf?—At this quote he couldn't help but to laugh.
—Just go and kill the dog.—
[narrator]
With that, the masculine stepped forward, meeting his opponent.
His audits perked slightly as he recognized the over wolf's facial factions.
Yes... It was him. Tobias.
He didn't even want to call his name.
Though, that stupid life being probably didn't even remember his own son, and he decided to ignore him.
Yet, the contraire to the dark hued brute did recognize his opponent. Instead of growling or doing any other thing, he stood there, staring almost into the other's soul.
—... What?— The brute questioned.
—Are you scared?— Feline shaped pupils narrowed at the sight of his opponent's eyes, that seemed filled of confusion, or surprise, instead of anger or any other negative emotions.
—So?—
The brute kept taunting, with that mocking smile plastered on his facial factions.
Even Malphite, growling slightly in the background, started to get impatient.
He approached the other male, starign into his soul with his "normal" glare, that could turn someone's blood into water.
—My apprentice isn't here to waste his time. If you do not want to fight just say so. Though, I'm pretty sure you do know the consequences.— The other one just nodded, before stepping closer to the dark hued brute, frowning when he heard a mocking laughter.
—Finally. It seems that the scared puppy will fight...— Both masculines walked in circles for a while. It was Tobias who started the fight. His son did nothing more than wait, until less than a feet separated his jaws from his rather soft, dark fur.
—Easy, pfft.— He said, as he dodged the first attack, and emitted a kind of bark, just to anger his contraire even more.
It worked, and the "serious" fighting finally began.
Sheds of fur fell to the ground, pigmented by the sweet tasting, crimson liquid, blood.
—You're so soft.—
The monochrome brute commented.
—...— The other one remained silent.
—What? Did the rats living with you eat your tongue?—
He'd keep mocking, but his opponent finally spoke. His tone of voice was kind of sad.
—... No.—
Malphite started to get bored, just like his apprentice, who was just trying to make this fight interesant, yet failed but to the lack of cooperation of his contraire.
// dying. gotta finish this tomorrow ajdhg //
—Amorwind Forest... Even though it has a quite peaceful apperance, it's all the opposite. Deep inside the ancient trees, resides the infamous Tribe of Dark Waters. It's been known for using 'abnormal' territory markers. Wherever you see a pile of ribs and old craniums, it means that zone belongs to them.— The canidae commented, staring almost into your soul, with his pale tinted orbs. His pupils, now shaped as thin obsidian lines, adjusted to the constantly shifting amount of light inside the cave that worked as his den.
—Many of the few people who have managed to be recognized as something, had to stain their claws on innocent blood. It is a surely regretful event on someone's backstory, but it was necessary on those times. Being born and perishing without being immortalized on someone's thoughts at least, was a shame.— The brute blinked, as his pupils now took a slight round form.
—And, as you've maybe guessed, building your "Identity" wasn't easy. It is an old 'tradition', to make two of the greatest warriors of the tribe, fight. The winner shall behead the loser.— That sounded quite gross, but the masculine didn't seem affected by that. —That is where, the story of a once forgotten warrior, begins...—
[Zed's P.O.V?]
As every normal pup, I lived a pretty puphood. Comfortable between the arms (paws?) of my mother, Amelia, and listening to the stories my Father, Tobias, told me. I was the youngest pup from the litter, and, of course, bullied by older brothers. But I didn't care. I never showed emotions at all, or that's what others said. People could think the innocence of a pup is rather adorable, but in my case, it was what ruined it all.
I was so gullible.
I do, I understand, Amalia wanted me to never find out what kind of horrid things this tribe did as a tradition. But sooner or later I would, and she knew it. That's why I admire her, for being able to bring a new creative excuse everyday and keep me away from those "bad things".
I hadn't even reached my first year of life, and I noticed some things began to change. Tobias stopped telling me stories. Amalia would no longer welcome me in her arms. I was still confused, when this certain canidae known as Malphite took me away. I felt anger, sadness, confusement, but not because of that, but for the way they just turned and retired back to the Tribe's camp, leaving me to this "Monster's" mercy.
But... Now that I'm here, I'm able to review all of those "regretful" events, and... I feel nothing more than happiness.
Soon I realized that those poor young ones that stayed into their family's arms, became ignorant, stupid, useless.
Somehow Malphite managed to get that idea in my head perfectly.
In the instant he finished that quote I thought:
"I don't want to die in the forgetfulness. I want to be recognized as something...
I don't want to be like the others."
It had been a long, long wait for my Mentor. I realized that when I heard his happiest screech, and saw him running towards me, just to greet me...
Because I had claimed my first "head" at the fighting ring.
As I finished to clean the mix between my and my victim's blood off of my obsidian fur, I had a chance to look up, at the whole lot of canines that observed me, and grinned. Some others were just screaming my name, I guess they felt proud.
Though, the moment of victory didn't last long. Soon enough I was replaced by another life being, and had to follow my "dear Mentor" to the deepest dephts of the Amorwind forest, to, once again, beat outselves up for fun.
It was like a routine. Training for various days and nights, to then go and claim another head.
I cannot say I didn't get any honourable opponets, because I did.
I had lost the count of all the fight's I've been in, but this is the one I'll always remember.
I cannot remember that guy's name now... But I'll always keep in mind the way he fought. Until now I had only took the heads of stupid wolves, who just attacked, attacked, and attacked. That's why it was easy for me.
Malphite knew it apparently, because through the whole fight he was just smiling and looking at me. I could read his lips.
"What now? Is that something new...?"
This certain opponent was well trained. Instead of madly throwing himself at me, he analized his surroundings, his opportunities, and I was the one who almost lost his head.
However, his bad move was trying to get a kick kill, with a bite to the nape. It was a random movement I invented in desperation, but it worked out perfectly.
All I did was bite his Carpus, but with enough strenght to sever his front paw. it tasted like mud, and blood.
A kick with my hind legs, and he was down, to my mercy.
For some reason, despite the screams comign from the multitude telling me to decapitate him already, we both stared for a long time, without being able to move because of the exhaustion of what had been an hour of beating.
—... What's your name?—
—... I'm gonna die, It is not necessary...—
At his comment, I frowned slightly.
—It is necessary. You were a honourable opponent, I have the right to know the name of the wolf that changed my style of fighting.— Judging by his expression, he felt surprised.
—Until now I was only a puppet, fighting without thinking. That's lame for someone like me.— He smiled a little.
—Well... My name is Shen.—
—Hm... Very well then. Shen, I hope that in your eternal rest, you find the respect you deserve.— With that final quote, he closed his eyes, and I beheaded him.
I tried to do it painlessly, I didn't have any reason to make the one who taught me, suffer.
Malphite felt confused, but simply remained silent, cause he didn't even need to come for me, I approached and quickly retreated the ring once again.
I knew he felt curious, he spent the whole day stalking me.
—What?—
—... Just curious... Why did you do that?—
I guesses he referred to Shen.
—... Nothing. I was... Lazy to be a motherf.— An excuse, he knew it, but felt the same to keep chatting about that.
From that day on the number of heads I claimed increased, very much.
I was in the happiest moment of my endless victory, and coming back stained on red, to meet Malph feeling quite nervous.
—Something wrong?— I questioned, just standing behind him, as he looked to the emptiness infront of him. My voice have him snap out of his thoughts.
—Mm? O-Oh, nothing.—
—Just a few seconds ago you looked almost scared, like a pup.—
I was now sitting infront of him, scrutinizing him with my eyes.
What he spoke about next left me quite... dumbfounded.
—I have to tell you.—
He said.
—I guess you noticed the way your parents just turned and left you with me, Eh?—
—Yeah...— That again, tch.
—It was like a relief for them. They never appreciated you at all... wasting such a talentous pup like you... That angered me so much. So I negociated with them. Taking you away, bringing relief to them. I lied, though. I took care of you, trained you, taught you, because I knew that, One day you'd come back, and torment them until satisfaction.—
I went silent. It was like a mix of emotions... Sadness, anger, confusement, just like that time.
But with a small difference.
There it was, again, that small spark of "Happiness". I felt... yeah... Happy.
But it was not a sane happiness.
In that moment I just laughed lowly.
—... What?— Malphite questioned.
—Hehehe... Bad for them. In fact, I'm very grateful for their choice. Appart from saving me from the ignorance, foolishness, inutility, they gave me a great Tutor, and served me a life of victory.— Maybe this was what my Mentor was looking for, the moment I ecognized I was everything but something good...
"How sad." One would think, but...
I didn't care!
I have won the hate of many wolves for taking away a loved one, a son, a father, etc., but it felt good. Maybe I was obtaining all the satisfaction my parents never gave me "the good way", with my victim's agony.
I deduced I took their heads... Because I wanted! In any moment I could've put a stop to this massacre, but I didn't.
I was so happy and mumbling about all, that the "final fight" arrived.
Soon enough I found myself standing infront of Malphite, talking to me, a mass murderer.
—Are you sure? In this fight the opponent has the right to give up. Yet, you know what that means.— He explained.
—Now that I'm here, You're telling me to stop?— I questioned. —Did the amount of blood make you a good wolf?—At this quote he couldn't help but to laugh.
—Just go and kill the dog.—
[narrator]
With that, the masculine stepped forward, meeting his opponent.
His audits perked slightly as he recognized the over wolf's facial factions.
Yes... It was him. Tobias.
He didn't even want to call his name.
Though, that stupid life being probably didn't even remember his own son, and he decided to ignore him.
Yet, the contraire to the dark hued brute did recognize his opponent. Instead of growling or doing any other thing, he stood there, staring almost into the other's soul.
—... What?— The brute questioned.
—Are you scared?— Feline shaped pupils narrowed at the sight of his opponent's eyes, that seemed filled of confusion, or surprise, instead of anger or any other negative emotions.
—So?—
The brute kept taunting, with that mocking smile plastered on his facial factions.
Even Malphite, growling slightly in the background, started to get impatient.
He approached the other male, starign into his soul with his "normal" glare, that could turn someone's blood into water.
—My apprentice isn't here to waste his time. If you do not want to fight just say so. Though, I'm pretty sure you do know the consequences.— The other one just nodded, before stepping closer to the dark hued brute, frowning when he heard a mocking laughter.
—Finally. It seems that the scared puppy will fight...— Both masculines walked in circles for a while. It was Tobias who started the fight. His son did nothing more than wait, until less than a feet separated his jaws from his rather soft, dark fur.
—Easy, pfft.— He said, as he dodged the first attack, and emitted a kind of bark, just to anger his contraire even more.
It worked, and the "serious" fighting finally began.
Sheds of fur fell to the ground, pigmented by the sweet tasting, crimson liquid, blood.
—You're so soft.—
The monochrome brute commented.
—...— The other one remained silent.
—What? Did the rats living with you eat your tongue?—
He'd keep mocking, but his opponent finally spoke. His tone of voice was kind of sad.
—... No.—
Malphite started to get bored, just like his apprentice, who was just trying to make this fight interesant, yet failed but to the lack of cooperation of his contraire.
// dying. gotta finish this tomorrow ajdhg //
