Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Dec 23, 2010 8:38:32 GMT -5
Durante
To great heights a little ant can rise,
When he moves a leaf ten times his size.
To great heights a little ant can rise,
When he moves a leaf ten times his size.
Gender: Male
Age: 6 years, 10 months
Birth-country: Peru
Species: Cougar
*Pride: Eznox
*Rank: Hunter
Eye color: Olive
Body Build: Average height, well muscled
Fur Length: Husky
Mother: Shamu
Father: Mitch
Siblings: Jake, Isabelle, Jezebell
Friends: Kontu
Mate: Midge
Children: Tigara, Geronimo, Decor, Frostic
Do they favor their birth-country, or the USA grounds?: Indifferent
Personality:
My name means endurance.
My fuse is short and quite long. Not a whole lot must be said or done for my temper to flare. It isn't unlike me to lash out irrationally, simply because someone woke a moment later than I believe proper. If someone messes with my pride in even the most innocent manner, I become enraged by the act and will likely attack. That is if the intruder is an adult male. If a cub or female, however, I will be silent. I do not feel worthy of their presence and I'm quite shy of them. But when I have been around them long enough, they begin to be treated like any other. My pride is my army, and I stand second in command.
If there is one thing I won't tolerate, it's complete and utter laziness. Day is for work and naps throughout is forbidden. I have low tolerance for many things, and new things get added to that least each day that I age.
I'll guard my pride--but they aren't first priority. Though I'd never murder unless provoked, I will hand over another if it guaranteed my freedom was kept. Because of this, I tend to be anti-social--making bonds is a weakness. If I come to love another, that will only hinder my way if a threat proposes itself. As Father always said: "What ever it takes, do it."
History:
"Daddy loves your mommy."
My first memory was the smile on his face as he nuzzled the attractive woman beside him. This was my father, pure as an angel of Dio. The family that surronded me were the choir, singing praises to the Great Baboon. A happy family with no flaws to see. A family that'd die for each other.
"Whatever it takes, do it, son."
I was the only boy in the litter when the Murder Apes came around. It was 9 months after our birth, and Jake had since come down with illness and perished. Those bald beasts came upon us, and I was the only one my father did a thing for. He bit the Murder Ape that tried to catch me, then shoved my dear Isabelle into my place. She was caught instead.
"Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for freedom." It was his howl as he scooted me into the forest, an exillerated smile lighting his face. It was that day I learned that my happy family had indeed been a loving one--but some were not as loving as others. Females were disposable, even though they could bring much joy. The sooner I could learn that, the better.
My father left me that day. Apparantly, I was disposable, too.
"They're beautiful, Midge. Just gorgeous."
I meant it when I said it. Midge, my beloved mate, had produced four perfect cubs. And what joy--one was a little boy. I imagined their first vision was much like mine had been--a happy father nuzzling a joyful mother. That wouldn't change--unless danger presented itself.
Again Murder Apes attacked, only now I was the father with a choice. It was slow motion as the two-legged monsters crated two of my children, and aimed to crate my mate. Another hairless creature appeared behind my son, and my daughter had a clear escape. She scratched at the man going for Geronimo, but then my mate shoved herself--Midge was shot down for interfereing.
It was obvious to Tigara that the one going for Geronimo couldn't be stopped by her, so she ran over to me for guidance. I grabbed her scruff and turned to hide her so that I could save my other three cubs--but then my father's wisdom came through again.
"Whatever it takes, do it, son. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for freedom." I froze, Tigara still dangling from my jaws.
Turning, I rush the one that dove for Geronimo. Tigara was thrown from my mouth to the man, and I replaced my lips around my son.
I ran with my male, the one who mattered.
So focused on keeping from getting caught, I was deaf to my sons bewildered and enraged screams. I had just abandoned Tigara, Decor, and Frostic. And maybe Midge had survived the bullet she got. My son could not believe what I had done.
"Some day you'll understand, Geronimo. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for freedom." I finally sputtered the words as I dropped him to the ground, finally hearing his shouts. The boys eyes narrowed as he spit a cuss.
"I don't want to understand." And he ran back to the scene, giving himself to the humans just to be with his siblings. I watched from the cover of the forest as my son was tossed into Tigara's cage, putting a paw on her shoulder and comforting her. She wasn't scared of what was happening--her father had sacrificed her.
All that was for nothing. After two failed attempts, the Murder Apes still managed to catch me and transport me to an American zoo. I discovered that my breed was supposed to be American, anyway--somewhere along my bloodlines, another of my kind had been taken to Peru and escaped, making it in the harsh life there.
One last time I sacrificed for my freedom. Another cat, one younger and kinder than I, created an elaborate escape plan for us two. When it turned to fail, I shoved him from our cover. While the Murder Apes worked to catch him, I made a dash for the forest. My son's loyalty to Tigara had not taught me a thing.
I joined Eznox. By this time I was four years old. I've been there ever since. Never have I been put into a situation to show my true colors of disloyalty. Maybe, as this deadly war approaches, I will have to. Will I hesitate doing so? Not a chance. I'm daddy's little boy, and a guy's gotta honor his father.
