Post by WHITE TIMBER on Jul 3, 2015 21:49:44 GMT -5
White timber
name;; white timber
nicknames;; timber, white
species;; wolf x lycan hybrid {no, not werewolf}
age;; 4,000
birthdate;; ~~~
orientation;; straight//polygamous
description;; appearance
based alabaster, morphing into silver and iron, tipped in onyx, the anatomy of white timber is quite breathtaking. brilliant golden eyes to pair with the eye catching coat, he is not without flaw in terms of scarring. a left chipped ear is sported, due to a fight with his first mate. overlapping scars patch the man's chest, but is barely visible due to the fur. a long, three claw mark runs the diagonal of his right shoulder, where he'd encountered a jaguar. the left hind ankle is severely scarred, and often causes him troubles in the morning. the ache is not constant, and is only temporary. accompany the handsome features of the man, he is of unfathomable proportions. massive in both height and weight, the powerhouse is easily visible and easily recognized as none other than white timber.
personality
sadistic
colossal
murderous
intense
brutal
unforgiving
unceasing
history;;
My eyes opened, barely, as she ran away. I assumed she was my mother, but did she give me a second backwards glance? Of course not. Her alabaster coat began to disappear into the blizzard. Confused, cold, and alone, I tried to follow her foot steps left indented in the snow, but the continuous falling flurries birthing from the dark overhang denied me further tracking. I made it a grand three inches across the frostbitten floor, before I could no longer attempt the journey. The rusty, coarse smell of blood surrounded me. I looked down, and my paws were covered. Golden eyes frantically glanced around, and there lay my siblings, mutilated. Horrified, I sought shelter.
***
I fended for myself since that day. The first three years of my life, I lived in a small cave off the edge of a large river. I realized that I was taller than most of the wolves I encountered, considering myself a freak. I was definitely the odd one out, having no desire to join a pack, hunker down, and be ruled. Not my cup of tea. So I stuck to solitude, and hoped that one day, I'd see my mother. Of course, that would not happen. At the age of five, I met Fue. She introduced me to family, love, commitment, and packlife. I'd loved her, but perhaps not enough. We conceived, and when the litter was born, I took off. It was years before I saw them again, and she looked horrid, as well as the kids- what was left of them, anyway. Fue said they'd all died of plague, excluding the two at her side. My reaction? A simple scoff. I hated her, hated myself, hated life. I took off again. A horrible mate and father? You betcha. I simply did not know how to be a family man, and I hated myself for it. I'm sorry, Fue.
I was about ten years old when I attempted suicide. Fue had followed me to the cliff's edge, begged me to stay. The pleading look in her eyes was overwhelming, and indeed enticing. But had I even considered staying? Not at all. Without much delay, I launched myself off a 80 foot ridgeline, and plunged into the rushing, mad waters below. It was there that I realized that I was immortal. When I hit the concrete resembling water, I wasn't crushed. When I sank to the bottom without air, and was swept along mercilessly, I did not suffocate. When the frigid temperatures consumed my body, I didn't extract disease. What did happen, though, was a blackout.
***
I awoke on a moist, muddy bay. My steel fibers completely drenched, and my muscles dormant from the cold. Auric eyes stared ahead of me, lids half open, as I tried to recollect what happened. When it came rushing back, I had a deep connection with the river, and hardly ever left its side again. It is still my primary area. Then, as if none of that was bad enough, foreign, alien hands grabbed me, and tossed my limp body into a steel cage. Still in a delusional state, I embraced the cold iron under my paws, and now around my neck. A sharp prick in my skin, and I was out cold again.
The brightest light I'd ever seen was shining down into my retinas when I finally came to. Strange two legged creatures stood over me, with glinting tools and sharp objects. They prodded me, stabbed me, cut me, injected me, caged me, tortured me. I was in this h`ell for four years. I had no means of escape, no means of fighting back, until one day, when one of their experiments went horribly wrong for them, and horribly right for me. I remember the day distinctly. One of the taller two leggeds instructed the more bulky one to grab my chains, and pull me out. He did so, even though I tore against the iron links around my neck and body. I hated those things. As he drug me across the rough concrete floor, my paws bled from the protest in vain. They continued to drag me to the all too familiar testing room, and I showed my teeth in sheer resentment. The taller two legged barked orders in a language I could not decipher, and the bulky one threw me onto the hard, shiny table, strapped me down, and forced me to lay on my side-unable to move. All I could do was yell, growl, snarl, bark, and scream in rage and revolt. My unnerving cries were futile. More injections, more stabs and cuts. Now, with new blood flowing from old wounds, and more drugs inserted, my head was spinning. They unstrapped me, and put me in a cage. In my drugged-up state, I couldn't even try and move. They then transported the cage to a large flying thing, with metal wings that chopped the air, and sounded like repeating thuds against the atmosphere. After what seemed like hours, we landed and the sun had been replaced by the moon. I hadn't seen the outside in years, and now I could hardly enjoy it with the aliens around. They hopped down, and grabbed my cage. The bulky one seemed to be having trouble with me now, whereas before he could snap me in half like I was nothing more than a twig. He grunted, and hobbled a few steps before setting the cage on the ground. The moon's lunar rays illuminated the grass blades, and shown decent light upon the meadow. From the steel bars, I could see wild grasses and flowers, and in the far distance, a brushline. Oh how I wanted to be free again. The bulky man unhooked my cage door, and latched onto my neck a thicker chain. It was heavy on my neck, but didn't weigh me down. I pulled on it roughly, jerking me out of the cage door, which I could hardly fit through. Now, it seemed, the two leggeds weren't so tall over me. Where they once towered, now seemed almost like no big threat. I began snarling again, as the injections seemed to be wearing off. Good thing too. The bulky man had, for the first time, worry in his eyes and expressions as he spoke quickly to the taller. As he looked away from me, I took the chance. I launched, dentals latched upon his jugular, and down went the bulky man. The taller man ran to the metal flying mechanism, grabbed something from the holding area, and came back towards me. He immediately began using this glinting weapon, and it shot out fiery, loud noises, popping in my hears, one after the other. And finally, I felt it. It hit me, right in the meaty part of my forearm. It hurt like nothing I'd ever felt in my life, more than the stabs and the cuts and the prods, more than the drug induced injections and state of mind. From the hole he created from a distance with this weapon, blood gushed. After the immediate shock, came amplified rage. He fired it off again, and this ignited the already kindled flame. I exploded, barreled toward him. I saw red, and mutilated his body, his face. Blood covered me, splattered my muzzle, and now, I was free. I looked toward the brush line.
***
From then, I arrived back in my old society, and saw Fue again. We had nothing left between us, and I couldn't say that I cared all that much. H`ell, after what I'd been put through for years, I just didn't want to feel anymore. So, I ditched everything from the past, and decided to start my own pack. It was to be called the Heinous Crusade Syndicate. It was large, it was active, it was hated, it was loved, it was feared, it was disrespected. That's where I met Entei. Entei and I never had any children. But we did have something between us. I was fond of the girl, her fiery fur and her brilliant personality. Then, as I did best, I disappeared, leaving the HCS and Entei behind. Selfish? You can bet your ass I am.
After leaving again, for some time this go 'round, I came back. Why do I keep coming back? Well I just didn't know. This time, the world was anew, and I hated it. This is where I met Sable. I haven't attempted to make the HCS happen again, but I've wanted to. I don't think I'll ever allow myself to become the alpha of another pack, unless it is something so massive that I must be royalty. And that of which I am. Lycan King. Anyway, Sable and I have had our major ups and downs, and five children. I don't know where Sable and I stand now, but is still my current mate. How long will it be until I disappear again this time, and for how long?
Who knows.
***
Sable and I were apart for too long, so long in fact, that I dismissed her entirely. Our children remain, two of them I loathe, one is a formidable being, and the other two, gone without a trace. I had a couple mistresses within the darkness of our abyss of a relationship, Ronja, Parathion, and Hysteria to name a few. Litters came forth, two out of the three survived. Parathion has since disappeared, thankfully. Ronja and Hysteria remain just that- mistresses. My sights are on a new demon, now. Her name is Dhavali, and she's in the running beside me. Equal counterpart, to say the least. And in my recent travels, I chose my favorite part of the river and built an empire. The Grim is far more successful than the HCS, and I held such pride for it, that any who would oppose would be cut down instantly. Than and I rule this world of mortals, our prodigal offspring run rampant and our subjects remain loyal, lest they be eliminated for their treason.
***
And now as I age, I seek out the truth behind this monstrous being. My years held little to no meaning behind my history prior to birth, but small clues here and there have become substantial and calculated. Stored away, as to keep these files for eternity. What could even make something like me? It was a mystery for the longest time, thousands of years, centuries. I had such a small flash of a memory, a blur, for what my mother even looked like, but why would she abandon me just right after birth, unless I was truly something unfathomable. Surely whatever I'd looked like at birth wasn't anything entirely too scary, too intimidating. Perhaps her attitude was much like my own, nomadic deep in the roots and unable to actually care for anyone or anything but myself, for herself. I could understand such, but I suppose I shouldn't allow her the excuse for the absence. How much different would my life be? Perhaps I wouldn't be as formidable. Perhaps I wouldn't be as infamous. I had much to be thankful for now, but why the sudden urge to figure out my life before hand? I didn't spawn, I was conceived. And what of my own father? As a matter of fact, did they even live? --to be continued.
your alias;;white, tim, timb, timber, kalli.
your age;; 22, almost 23 ;D
your years experience;; 11 years
