Nimrod, Hunter (M) }{ No mistakes.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

My name is Nimrod.
Perfect brokenness.

Gender: I am a proud male.
Age: I have lived this life for 9 years and 6 months, therefore I know better than most.
Species: I am a Folami, the second in command of the world.

Eye color: My eyes are brown, but no one is allowed to come close enough to tell.
Body Build: Don't let my slim form fool you, I can easily kick your ass with my well formed muscles.
Fur Length: My fur is not just long or just short, I have a main section which is short, some medium tufts, and a mane around my neck and legs that are long.
Spay/Neutered/Steral: I am fertile by birth because I was made the proper way with no additives like wings, and no interbreeding. My ma was full blood Folami, and I had no father--just the gods we call humans and their shiny little needles. And damn them to Hell if they tried to take away my manhood!

Mother: As it should be, I know no mother. I was born of a female, but taken from her shortly after escaping her womb. Incapable fool would have raised me all wrong, anyway.
Father: No self-respecting Folami has a father. No male should ever sink so low as to know a female intimately.
Siblings: I am sure my birth female had some other offspring, but I have no care as to whom they are. Only fools would get caught up in the franchise of "Oh, we share the same whore who birthed us!"
Friends: I have coworkers, not friends or family. Though I suppose Rockalaru has recieved my interest.
Mate: My work is my mate.
Children: My children are the ones I teach to be killers--the poor saps who were born of soft Folami that mated behind our god's back.

Trained?: Yes, and you don't want me to show you how trained I am.
Opposing the feline massacre?: I am not of the disgraceful rank of traitor, thank you very much!
Personality:
-harsh
-merciless
-brutal
-demanding
-intelligent
-fair
-protective
-devoted
-determined
-guarded

Still part of the pack?: As I said earlier, I am not a traitor. Anyone who opposes the pack should be slaughtered--never given the chance to answer no to this question!
*Rank: second in command
History:
Back to the basics
Back to the start
Back before we grew apart

As a pup, I was created to obey. There had been so many mistakes as the humans had gotten ambitious in their works. I was a sign of going back to the original genetics. Their playing around and altering had caused some kinder dogs, and then some who did not have loyalty towards Folami. So I am a boring experiement, but a successful one. One that they were sure of because they had so many others in the early time that had worked with my coding.

Not only were my genes as they should be, but I was raised in the proper fashion. One male trained me, using abuses that would kill a rhino. But I endured, and I know I am a better man because of the pains. It didn't take long for me to adapt to being a coldblooded killer. The remorse was beaten out of me, the hesitation chased away. I was taught to kill first, never ask questions.

No more lies
No more compromise
No more turmoil
It's my life

When I was first thrown into the pack, it was a culture shock. Even back in my early days, there were some kinder dogs around that held a soft spot for feline kittens. They would kill the parents and argue that it wasn't fair to murder the children because the children were not yet murderers themselves. We could raise them to be like us, and the humans would accept them. These were the lies I was fed and the lies I believed.

Until I turned two years old.

Right after my second birth day, I murderer a leopardess I had grown up around. The female had been in the pack longer than I, raised by a Folami who had killed the leopardess' mother. The girl and I were close friends, but one day I realized the sins I was commiting against my Lords. So I slit her throat as she slept, relationships forcing me to have mercy and make it quick. Never again would I let my morals be compromised, nor let lies be fed into my ears.


There came a time in my life
When I could determine wrong from right
Like day and night
To choose which crusade to fight

After killing my friend, a year went by that I was deeply disturbed and uncertain. I didn't know what side to take. There were still some merciless killers in the pack, and they were at war with the softer of our kind. I rode the fence, avoided conflict for the longest time. But one morning I woke up and realized where my heart did lie; my humans had given me a mission and, so help me God, I would fight their wars. The felines had to be killed.


Now those lines have been blurred
And I've been crushed and conquered

The next few years passed uneventfully, Bidziil being given to us by our Masters and him chosing Carska as our alphess. My instincts made me have instant obedience for our two leaders, and I vowed to fight for them no matter what the battle is. But a couple years into their leading, even they began to have altered views. Again a lioness was let into the pack. It was argued that she would be a training toy for the pups in the pen. The lioness had been brought in with another lioness, but that lioness was killed early on by one of our children. The living lioness was slowly transformed into someone who was not a prisoner, but simply an omega of the pack.

To add salt to the wound, the leaders mated and had a litter of their own children. But I had vowed an undying loyalty to them, for Bidziil had been created by humans that had made him to be alpha. I had to give in to these sad little antics. I couldn't go back on my own word, for I was raised better than that.


Back to basics
Back to the start
I won't let these words fall on deaf hearts

With Lucifer now running these lands, Bidziil having been taken by the humans, I was ready to accept him as a temporary alpha. But when he made Carska stand down, I was snapped out of my delusional squanderings. It was time to get back down to basics. Back to our original mission.

And our original mission did not include a pack run by Lucifer.

Before I could stand tall against Lucifer, Bidziil was handed back to us. A new, improved Bidziil. He was retrained and branded by the bloody scabs of human weapons. I did not care that he was likely still soft on the interior. His appearance made Carska leave. Things were going back to normal.

But we had to do something about that rebel pack lead by a rouge alphess.

I had vowed to protect and defend Bidziil with every fiber of my being; sometimes you have to crush someone to build them up. I planted Lucifer back on the throne to lead the pack against Carska. The war erupted and somehow the kittenhuggers won.

They kept Bidziil.

I know that if I don't get to him soon, all the humans did to reprogram him will be undone. I have to retrieve him.

I have to save him from himself. I need to rescue him, and show him that we as a pack can be better than those he calls his family. Rickalaru, who I met only a short time ago, has made me consider that maybe we can care for one another without becoming kittenhuggers. Akando pride does it with lions, so why can't Folami do it? We are the superior race afterall.

Bidziil came back--by choice. Though, something is different. Where's the anger? The aggression? The revenge for the rebel pack humiliating him by taking him captive? Ah, vacation time, he says. He wants vacation time every so often to visit his family. Fuck.