Post by Cuba on Jan 14, 2010 0:06:36 GMT -5
Khan
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Alpha Male – Canis Luupus King.
Wolf
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Not quite bedraggled, Khan is a scruffy, messy sought of wolf. He is tall and leggy, with a very thick silver coat mixed with shades of greys backs and whites. His eyes are a deep, dark chocolate brown. Around his neck his fur is rough and thick, reassembling a lion mane. Khan has that mighty presence about his that gives you the shivers down your spine. He has that stunningly handsome, yet fierce look – The suggestion to admire from a distance. He never wears a smile, only that well known emotionless cold stare. Don’t mess with the King.
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Cunning, Courageous, and Careful.
Khan isn’t the biggest wolf, the wisest, nor friendliest.
But he has the qualities needed, to rule through the battle of the lands.
He has Heart.
Khan is a strong minded wolf, who never gives up.
He naturally a very mature brute, and often stays in a serious frame of mind.
He is intelligent, and always thinks situations out.
He is the type to think before he speaks, and often walk away rather than argue.
He seems to show little emotion, though is always there for his Domain. He is loyal, and trustworthy.
Khan will always put others before himself, and protect anyone with his life.
Although, he has never, and will never have a close relationship.
Khan is stubborn and once he has made a decision, you better consider it final.
He is independent, and keeps to himself quite alot.
He is a great leader, and although doesn’t like violence – keeps the respect. Other look up to him, and he is a great leader.
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His paws stung as if they were filled with pieces of jagged glass and rock, small prints of blood trailing behind him as he walked. Khan sighed softly.
He had been running for days, and nights. He hadn’t stopped for anything.
The path was endless.
But now his throat burned like a desert, and his stomach whirred and rumbled like a threatening volcano. He had to hunt, and soon. If he wanted to survive, that was. As it was, his energy had abandoned him alone on his flee, and just plain stubbornness had forced him to keep walking.
The lost depths of the forest watched him from all angels, as the large grey wolf limped a trail between large solemn oak trees and thorny undergrowth. Stopping silently, the massive brute hunched, motionless. The minuet sound of calling deer in the distance echoed upon his ears like a beating drum. His blood flowed through his veins thick and heavy, eyes glazing over slightly, with a rush of instinct.
Softly padding the ground, head low to the dirt, the wolf trotted through the shadows. It wasn’t far before a small clearing emerged, and a couple of lone animals grazed – un aware of the predator’s presence. Khan’s stomach lurched with anxiousness, the taste of future flesh making his mouth water. He couldn’t wait. The pain of his tired body had vanished, now only leaving the blood thirsty animal to his kill.
From a low crouch, Khan bounded foreword. His legs moved like a machine, as he took the animals by surprise. Obviously they had been in this safe spot for many nights, as stupidly, they had been quite careless in their safety. Wolves hardly ever came here anymore – as although it was a serene place, the forests were dense and complicated, and members were easily lost in its hold.
Within seconds the deer attempted to run, pivoting and bounding like mindless prey. But Khan had the advantage. Closing in to the hind quarters of a young Doe, he snapped his powerful jaws against her hocks, sending both of the animals powerfully onto the ground below. The deer stumbled to get back up and fight for her life – but the hungry wolf quickly ended the struggle with his teeth sinking like daggers into her neck.
The blood ran through his mouth thick and heavy, the fresh meat tender and soft within his jaws.
“Khan. Why aren’t you at home? They are all looking for you.”
The wolf almost jumped from his skin, as he spun around the where the familiar voice had come from. Hackles rose from his neck, as he bared his long, blood stained fangs. Crimson liquid ran down his chin, covering his neck and down his long front limbs.
Breathing heavily, he met his gaze with hers, before dropping them quickly to the dirt.
A delicate black figure stood a little while away, soft golden eyes over looking the brute.
“If you don’t want to be king, just decline. We will live”
Khan snarled slightly, dragging his long black nails through the dark grass, where his kill had taken place. How could she have followed him so far? He had taken all his energy, every bit of effort to run as far away from the land as he could. And now, she had automatically just ‘appeared.’ As refreshed, beautiful and graceful as ever.
“Ember – You don’t understand. Not even a little bit. I don’t have a choice.”
His deep brown eyes looked up toward her once more. Turned from anger, not to a cold emotionless gaze, she shook his handsome head.
“I’m the only heir. I’m legally the only brute eligible for the place. I despise of this placing cursed upon me, only because of the ranking of the bastard of a father. If I decline, I will be killed. Unless you want me to lose my life, just to let some stuck up, ‘half cousin twice removed’ rule your lands….I don’t have a choice.”
Khan shut his mouth. He never spoke like that. Especially not to a fae of that elegance. But now, now all his feelings were coming through like a blanket of hatred. Since the death of his father, he had been keeping any emotion hidden deep in the back of his mind. Infact, he had always been like that as a pup. He wouldn’t make a king. Maybe he should have let Koraan rule after all. It wasn’t as if his life had any point anyways.
“Please excuse me for my language. Feel free to return home and tell them I am not coming back. Tell them... Tell them I am dead.”
Snorting slightly, he turned away from the gorgeous creature before him, and glanced back toward the freshly slain deer. Now he had lost his appetite.
Touching his nose to the deer’s skill, pained face he whispered softly.
“I’m sorry for the loss of your life, young doe.”
Khan didn’t like killing. Sure, he did it. He did it to survive. To keep to keep life going as it had been the thousands of years before he even existed. To keep the food chain how Rahk, the canis lupus god had made it.
”Khan, I wish you would stop thinking like this. I am not going to return without you by my side, and I am definitely not going to lie to the Packs and tell them you are dead. Yes – you can decline. It’s your choice. But you would make an amazing king, and honestly.. It is your place fair and square.
I don’t know what it was about her, which persuaded me to take the position.
But what is done, is done. Let’s just pray that it was the right decision.
I am Khan, Your new King.
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