Post by katieoawsome on Mar 12, 2009 19:39:20 GMT -5
And only a family both loving and true,
May conquer the evil, so ancient, so new.
As they fight to uncover what secrets they share
And see in their journey how painful is care.
Beware the Betrayer, whose meaning is strife,
For their faith shall be tried by the makers of life,
And who shall divine, in the dead of the night,
The lies from the truth, the darkness from light?
Like the cry of the scavenger, torn through the air
Courage is needed, as deep as despair.
[/i]May conquer the evil, so ancient, so new.
As they fight to uncover what secrets they share
And see in their journey how painful is care.
Beware the Betrayer, whose meaning is strife,
For their faith shall be tried by the makers of life,
And who shall divine, in the dead of the night,
The lies from the truth, the darkness from light?
Like the cry of the scavenger, torn through the air
Courage is needed, as deep as despair.
- The Sight. Ending verse of the Prophecy.[/right]
Bark A Hello;;
I'm Silver Snow,
From The Free Wolf Ancestors...
From The Free Wolf Ancestors...
Growl A Warning;;
i'vebeensearchingfor;;
3 years
i'vefoundshelterwith;;
I am free, owned by no one but myself and the instincts of the hunter.
i'vebeenknowntolike;;
The flashing myriad of colors that dance in the sky. A warm body sleeping beside me in the cold, endless nights. The meat of the caribou and the cry of the true flying hunter; the eagle. The crunch of new fallen snow under my pads. The wag of a tail and the howl of the wolf. I love most of all when the wind weaves through the bobbing firs and whispers in my ears freedom as I run through the forest.
i'vebeenknowntohate;;
I loath loneliness and how it makes the soul fall ill. The sight of a trap closed around the ankle of a wild creature. Scavengers wheeling, waiting for me to open the carcass. Wrong judgment and unfairness. I hate the sound of the gunshot and the fall of a tree. I hate over all, though, the shadows that creep in the night and the feeling that you are being stalked as prey even though it is you who is the hunter.
Whimper A Goodbye;;
i'veseenhardtimes;;
i'vegrownuptobe;;
i'vematuredtolook;;
I am like many other wolves who has grown out of the whelp. I grew in the safety in the pack, learning what it is to be learned about hunting, although I was ignorant to life. I became curious and, unable to prevent myself, left my pack at 2 and a half. I remember the figures of my parents as I bounded forward toward my new adventure. Never did I expect the wilderness to be so cruel and the fingers of winter clutch so tightly. I howled alone to the dancing lights in the sky and felt my heart tear under the pressure of survival. The life alone taught me much and now I know that I have changed somehow, understanding more than I had ever perceived in my pup life. Now I am finished. I have made a choice to find a pack, I will not die alone without anyone to mourn me or celebrate my life. I will not go through life unheard.
i'vegrownuptobe;;
I am layed back, unlike my brother had been. I dislike violence for no reason and will not kill for no need. Only when the Blood lust comes upon me will I bear my teeth and slash to kill all in front of me. I like reason, although it is because of instinct have I made it this far. I am gentle and kind and fair. I will follow and learn, I will lead and teach.
i'vematuredtolook;;
I look into my reflection and am shocked, for I haven't looked for quite some time. I am sleek and slim with long silver fur. It is unmarked other than a strange black mark on my shoulder that resembles nothing but a patch of black snow. My belly is white and as I look, I realize why I was name Silver Snow. My eyes have stayed blue from pup hood, and I realize they were wrong when my parents said they would become more golden as I grew. They seem even bluer now.
(I, Katieoawsome, will speak in third person, I'm simply trying to get the feel for the character.)