Post by red <3 on Feb 12, 2015 20:21:55 GMT
[attr="class","boxas"] Archer "Archaic" Atkinson Basics
Species: Canine shifter. History A wolfdog shifter had resorted to life in such a human infested area as a result of a great illness sweeping over her homeland, a mutated form of rabies, or so they said. Her pack was destroyed mid-pregnancy, hence she had no other choice than to gain some wavering hope on the survival of her litter. As most of his canid counterparts, the brute began as no more than a bundle of short fur and closed eyes squirming alongside an exhausted mother, with new scents and feel surrounding him and brisk confusion tainting the mind. The squabbling of his siblings and slight shifts of his mother went oblivious to him as the newborn fought to feed from his mother and gain the strength that would be required to survive the harshened Winter they had been born within. As for his siblings, there was one deep grey female, two dark tan females, one hazel male, and then Archaic himself, who bore no knowledge of his shifting abilities at the time. They lived out life as strays, salvaged what little they could from the garbage and struggled for survival, even at such a young age, dreadfully thin and only getting worse in condition. His dark colouration was secretly perceived as a bad omen, though the youngster quickly became much more like a blessing, much stronger and larger than his siblings, hence able to collect much more for them in a matter of a few hours. As it were, that wasn't enough. With the priority being his mother, and not having enough to share with his brothers and sisters, they died off. Slowly, painfully. It taught him loss for the very first time, which would soon be followed by his mother, who died as a weakened being in the final throws of life, struggling in a battle to save her son from an evidently stronger wolf. An action was taken of which would likely be regretted until the end of his days; he ran. Life went on, he grew to two years old as his isolated and quietened self, though the weight of loss and guilt still brought unease to him, and managed to survive well. Became dominant over the strays that littered the streets and gained the upper hand; his lust to avenge his mother's death hindered his motions and leadership of others, however. He needed to kill, feel the brute's bitter blood on his tongue... Feel the satisfaction of his death. The wolf who had committed the act of slaughter was brutally murdered as the clock struck one, and the lack of pleasure brought numbness to the ashen pelted male's mind. The pure... Emptiness of which the motion brought was a surprise, and the immense guilt gradually settled down once again. Grief remained, and the death of his mother's murderer brought him no relief. Another year brought the introduction to a fellow canid counterpart, a blue merle Australian shepherd shifter, whom went by the dubbing of Vera. She managed to unlock something deep within the male in the space of five months, in spite of him never knowing what that had been. And, in fact, the feminine gave the initial introduction to the art of shifting, training him how to control and manipulate the ability. However, it had never been destined to last, for as he fell even deeper for her, she was attacked in the dead of night by a diseased stray, passing on the illness and scarring the feminine. The ashen male did the best he could, constantly tending to her, bringing her food, and doing his best to keep the wounds clean. The worst part was that, even as the humans observed their suffering, no help was provided. With her strength depleting beside his own malnourished body, him refusing to leave her side, he grew bitter in personality, and generally cold to those few who interacted. Living off scraps was difficult, to say the least, and his strength rapidly diminished, as did the feminines. Squabbles over the morsels of food between him and other strays became more apparent, and he often failed, leaving him bleeding, scarred and hungry. However, one stormy night, the footsteps of a human sounded across the cobbles. Not having anticipated human presence at that hour, the sudden gaze upon him brought shock to his heart, though try as he might, his weakened state left him unable to move, or to shy away from the man. The human was certainly strange in appearance, though without having the energy left to fight against his touch, the mongrel was slipped into a lead and drawn behind the man, whilst Vera was carried, and both taken to the veterinarian. There, he learnt the name of the crooked man with the strange gait - Quintin. Infested with fleas and ticks, cloaked in mud and blood, and covered in infected wounds, it took around a year to get the mutt fully up to a good standard of living, and not having the heart to send Archaic away, Quintin made the decision to keep the mongrel, and their bond steadily strengthened, with a strong intellectual understanding between them. Vera as lost during their treatment, and though living, the mutt was not allowed to see anything but her terrified eyes as he left with the man. It pains him that he left her there, and he occasionally still grieves the fact.  | [attr="class","sigh"]Canine Shifter [attr="class","sigh"]Male [attr="class","sigh"]Twenty-six [attr="class","sigh"]Bisexual [attr="class","sigh"]Muscular [attr="class","sigh"]6'2 [attr="class","sigh"]Black [attr="class","sigh"]Deep Brown [attr="class","sigh"]No Occupation [attr="class","fall"] Colin Donnell - Archer "Archaic" Atkinson |
