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Post by I L Y I C H on Apr 18, 2011 14:48:54 GMT -5
My creative writing for entertainment -long title class fffff- professor has us writing out little spiels surrounding our stories (mine being Paragon which has become a written story because im too lazy to draw it out Dx) Anyway, Ill be posting them here from time to time, and giving a little over view of the character and a small lyric or quote that sums up the snip it. Professor claims it will round out the over all story, I think he's trying to give us carpal tunnel -again- >> Anyway~ If you guys have any ideas as to things I could write about please help me Dx
Character Name: Torpen Morove
Character Position / Rank: Alpha of an average ranking pack in the kingdom of Paragon. He also serves as the king's personal adviser due to his rank in the pack that most of the strategic officers of the royal army are pulled from.
Back story: Rebels are attacking a southern flanking regiment of the royal army, and Torpen's pack has been called upon to halt their progress. Dubbed 'Certamine Belli' or the first battle of the war it marks the start of the first successful rebel raged war against the royal army. This is the first battle which only lasted a scant three hours and ended with the soundless defeat of the 12th regiment of the air wing of the royal army.
I was suppose to lead these men. I was meant to destroy a movement that sent my body quivering with want. But I was far too much of a coward to go against the king. I would not have myself lynched for a movement that would have no power against His royal army anyhow.
I wasn't able to care.
Bloody bodies and the rank stench of death could no longer pierce my shell. That's how disgusting I had become. I couldn't find it in me to react in any way other then silent thanks when a man by my side fell without a sound. Nothing came to me, nothing but thanks that I had not been the one killed.
No matter how badly I fought to keep some form of identity in this trench I can not. Outside of this roughly dug fox hole is war. Even the officers were dying now. We had under estimated the rebel fools. But it didn't matter, another regiment was on its way to attack these men who would give their lives for a state of freedom they had never so much as tasted.
Soon all would be dead. Soon all the fires set to the land would blow out in the devil's silence. Hell would fall silent; cold as ice. But it would not be so. Hours in to this battle, the tide still had yet to turn.
Sick terror fell into the pit of my stomach.
The king had sent no reinforcements. He would not save us, and we could not save ourselves. Our lives would soon end, and ever single one of us deserved it. We who fought for tyranny because we feared fighting such a thing. We who fought for tyranny in the breast of revolution.
We would pay.
Never had we shown kindness in our killing. Mercy was nonexistent. The few of us who remained shuddering in our hiding places were soon to dye next. Even as we fell form our rat holes we stared at the ground,re fusing to meet surrender and certain death in the face. Refused to meet the hell hounds at our fronts.
And they would give us no mercy. They gave us no mercy.
For to them we were the hell hounds,a dn we must be soundlessly destroyed. Even as they led us, single file in our halting limping gait to the execution ground I could find no hatred for them.In their position I would do the same thing. I would have them all killed for the horror they had caused, despite the knowledge that the death toll to my people here on this blood soaked tussock of grass was a mere sliver compared to the deaths they had faced. The destruction the king and His army had presented to their stoops was obvious and bloody.
I had no right to complain when the dark hooded man stepped towards me, fangs bared and ready to do the thing.
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Post by I L Y I C H on Apr 30, 2011 18:26:34 GMT -5
Character Name: Hawthorne Terr
Character Position / Rank: son of the alpha of a second level pack under the royal pack.
Back story: His father Redoubt is the leader of the resistance against the king. Hawthorne himself hates his father, and though striving to be proud of Redoubt's movement the adult son has no kindness left for a father who betrayed and belittled him for so long.
He watched me with that stupid revolting smile on his face. he waited for my answer, as if he couldn't guess at its end already. How I hated him. How I despised him. My poor old dad who never saw the second opinion. It was always him, always his views. I was never allowed to have one.
"No" The word came low and cold from me, the edges rife with fear of the consequences. "I have no love for that tyrant, but father don't you see? You will cause utter chaos! The lowliest peasant will feel your wrath like a switch blade across their muzzles!" Any warmth towards me died in the icy embrace of disappointment. Not at himself, he would never see the flaws in anything he did. It was for me, and only for me. I was the misguided child he failed on.
No it went deeper then that. It went to a question I had heard him ask uncle Farlon years ago. "I lost my mate for him?" yes daddy, you lost my mother for me. And we all know how you hate me. He growled as he stepped away. "You cross this motion out of spite?" the words were a demand and though it was behind my reasoning I could not help but be offended.
I am not as simple as you father dearest. "I cross nothing! I simply think before I ruin the already harsh lives of so many wolves! You march right on in then! Don't plan don't plot, just march on in like a good stupid soldier boy!" Anger rolled from me, and my brown trussed father stepped away, half disgusted and half confused. "You could sneak and actual put forth change, but no! Action! Its not real unless you think its worthy and to you the only thing worthy is bloody fucking action!"
Redoubt's head came up, jaws parted slightly. "It is the only way, boy. How else do we topple a bloody king then spill his own life force?" My shoulders tingled. You hear nothing! Nothing!
"First off you think about the children he will send against their will into war!" Father's body twitched, ears turning towards the shadow that had sulked along behind him into my home clearing. The white creature shuddered, looking away in shame. She did not speak in either defense and she seemed very out of her place here.
She agreed with my statement.
"They fight for him" the words, arrogant and clumsy fell from his mouth, and I snarled in protest.
"They fight for their own god damn lives." And I turned my back, I turned my back on a man I have never been able to do so to before. I found ever last tie I had to him and snipped them, mentally dragging away their silk ends from my heart.
I would never see my father again, the white shadow at his side would become a worldly companion. His pack would become mine and the world would go clean and pure.
But I would never see my Daddy again.
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