Post by Ularicolf on Jul 29, 2006 23:57:43 GMT -5
OOC: This isn't really a mating thread. xD So yeah...not sure where it will go but if it gets far or something I will put a password on here, also... other wolves may come, but ask permission from me or Cresy to join in.
"Why does my life have to be like this..."
"So many memories..."
"Both good and bad."
"I want to rid the world of me... I don't want to feel emotions anymore, for they come back and hurt me."
"So many packs, but none were the true pack I wanted."
"So many loves... but one who was the right one."
"So much blood spill... but I could not stop it."
"Please... mother moon, help me to forget. Is my life over...? Or has it only begun? I am yours for the taking, just tell me what to do."
A howl full of emotion came from the maw of the speaking brute, it would echo far and wide without faulter. He sighed and continued to sit on the cliff of the falls, with his emotionless liquid orbs open, crania looking up to the moon. This wolf had experienced everything a wolf should experience and more, he was wise beyond his years. The power within this wolf was phenominal, but he had never truely used it to his potential. Many sides were taken with him, from the good, the neutral, and the evil. To not be able to chose just one wouldn't have made this wolf the way he is, it taught him so many things too many things to even say. Infamous was the name of this very wolf, known in many packs, and either hate or loved. Why would a legendary wolf want to end his life? Once you have experienced everything there is nothing left for you...
By now you are probably wondering who this wolf is, but maybe you have heard of him before?
"My name is Ularicolf... I am the servant of the moon, nothing more and nothing less. I did not ask for this life, it was given to me and I had to fulfill my duty to the fullest."
There was one thing that this wolf has never experienced...
"Death. The end of life it's self. Either feared or wanted. Some say if you die you come back, even more powerful... nay you do not become more powerful. You have the 'power' to change yourself and those around you... you are anew, the idea of being stronger and more powerful is inside you and you always have it. You just have to decide when you want it to come out, no wolf is more powerful than another. They are evenly matched, but... it is the one who choses to release his or her inner power who will gain victory."
The brute was a sleek yet black with blue, red, and white markings on his body. Across his face are a white and red stripe, the sign of a warrior. Around Rico's neck and tail is a blue and white ribbon-like marking, then sign of the chosen wolf by the moon and it's life owed to her. Feathers the sign of infinite life. On his sides are three markings on both sides, a sign of war and bloodshed. Atop his upper back and down his legs are blue and white diamond shape markings, the sign of love and heartbreak. Arrowheads, meaning power and strength. The most important are the two large red and white paw prints on his haunches, pure wisdom.
The moon seemed to shine down upon this wolf, giving him a mysterious glow, then soft and sweet words were heard surrounding the wolf.
"Ularicolf... do you believe that you have truely fillfilled your life?"
"It was not my life to begin with..."
"Do not say you did not choose this life."
"I didn't! You chose me to do your bidding from birth! I am yours to control! I am a figment of every wolf's imagination! I was never truely me, I am nothing! Do what you please with me... I have no power against you."
"Fine then Ularicolf... you will become truely a figment of imagination and nothing. No wolf will remember you, only those who truely know you will remember you... I release you!"
With that a beam shot down from the moon towards Ularicolf and engulfed him, lifting the brute into the sky. The markings upon Ularicolf disappeared, but a new marking appeared on his forehead a a small circle, surrounded by a larger circle, a sign of releasement from the moon. His large ears, changed shape and upon Rico's back were strange winglike appendages, that soon disappeared into his back. Ularicolf was a pure, jet black, a little larger than before with a large tail and even larger paws. Eyes turned a deep emotionless blue. This took only moments, then he was back on the cliff, laying down in a deep sleep. When he would wake, Rico would not remember a thing or would he remember everything? Was he reborn? Who would remember him? Would he cease to exist?
