Special Characters!, The new and improved post!

[Medenagen]

Yay! Second eagle! Now you shall stop me from being tempted...

[Raptor]

Woohoo! I feel like a hero by saving Misty from another charrie creation! =3

[Naxx]

I'm Applying for a Wolverine!
He's going to be my main character, because wolverines are all I roleplay! lol.



*IN*

"One sole desire, one passion now remains To keep life's fever still within his veins, Vengeance! dire vengeance on the wretch who cast O'er him and all he lov'd that ruinous blast." -Thomas Moore - The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan

It doesn't take a fool to realise when the times were beginning to change... it doesn't take a fool to understand that as the times change, so too -do the people that live within them. The times are a living thing, just as the people are. However, there was one thing that I came to understand, and it was the fact that I would never change. I could never run from the being that I had become, what it was I wanted... what I needed.

I had become a killer at heart, traveling from world to world, moving through the times and spaces of life and change with every day of my existance. I never accepted the fact that I was thus an intruder, I never believed in such things, there was no reason. All I wanted was to quench the thirst that would never be quenched, to satisfy the mind that yearned for spilt blood; the put to rest the claws that had clammored to tear through flesh and fur; however, the nerve endings in such things seemed to have dilapidated over time, for they never seemed to tell me when they've have enough... and for that, I'd do what I did best... kill.

A beast walks through these woods, rays of sunlight pass over his abstract form, a scent upon him that tell those who inhabit the area that he is not from here. A beast with stellar beaming eyes, a body that ripples with strength and power with every step he takes, the beat of an angry heart pulsating within his chest.

This beast of that I speak, is infact, myself... a feral wolverine. Naxx was the name that was given to me many long years ago by the very same person that had given birth to me. And it was also the very same name that many trembled and s*** themselves over. There was no turning back, I couldn't take back the sins that I had committed, it never once crossed my mind that I had killed someone's loved one, -someone's son, someone's brother, I killed because I had to, it maintained balance in my mind, and in my body. A spirit that yearns for blood, a mind that clammors for death, a stomach that of which is fammished for meat. I was never satisfied, I was never full. -I was always hungry, always thirsty, always tired, yet sleep didn't come so easily anymore. Uneasiness crawled through my nerves, the fear of the unknown crawled it's way up from the bush of my tail to the back of my skull. This was a new place... this was an unknown place.

Why I had come here, I don't know... perhaps it was because I had run out of things to kill, perhaps I was trailing another annimosity and my heart lead me here... or maybe it was for change. There was no where to run anymore, there was no reason to continue lying to myself, I was never going to change, I was never going to accept the fact that there was such thing as a better way to live my life. Killing was what I did, it was what we, as wolverines, did for a living. We were beasts of tenacity, strength, savage brute force, and cunning; beasts who could easily take on an entire pack of wolves, and come out at the top of an arena in any fight. -I was a beast that could send a grizzly bear running in fear for his life, a beast that could send a pack of dogs fleeing with their tails between their legs after they've s*** themselves empty; I was the demon you both awed and feared, the embodiment of the shadow in your worst nightmares. Hell hath no fury than the wolverine.

Maybe it was your fear that kept me alive all these years, those who didn't show fear were fools, and it cost them their lives. -Everytime. No one dared to fool around with a wolverine, they were the most feared wild animal in the tundras and forests, even more feared than the crocodile, or the mighty bear.

But I was much more than the embodiment of your worst nightmare, I was on a journey... one of revenge. It wasn't a crime against me, nothing was ever about me... but something told me that if no one got involved, than this dark shadow would just continue to grow... shadows stunk... as did tyrany. f*** it, the whole god damned world stunk of greed, power, and wealth, and it certainly didn't need to be made worse by some boy who wants to throw a powertrip... I'd make sure of that. My heart goes to places one couldn't imagen, it led me here, a strange new world where trees touched were taller than buildings, where mountains touched the heavens, where sunlight poured in through the canopy in showers of light. To say it was dreadfull would be an outright lie; and I wasn't much of a liar at that; but the fact remained was that my heart lead me here. I wasn't trying to be a hero, hero's never lived.... maybe I was looking for something else, perhaps peace of mind? -Maybe the fact that if there was going to be a war, that I'd see the action, maybe I could finally put to rest the unrelenting hunger and thirst for blood? Perhaps I could finally die and leave this world and all her sick and twisted jokes behind, laughing as blood seeped from mortal wounds, to shut off the light in a whirlwind of fangs and claws that would slash straight down to your organs, talons that would gut you like a pig -leave you to trip in your own entrails and fluids. Who was I kidding, I had done it before, these talons, these fangs? -They knew no mercy, they hated everything and everyone, they had no sence of friend or foe, they had no discrimination against anything equally; they saw things as the way they should be... no friends... no one was a friend anymore... friends would only become tomorrow's enemies... it was a fact that had been proven in the times. Times change, and people's values change with them. Any fool could agree, but perhaps it took a greater fool to refuse to change, one such as myself. -Who didn't see the world as it should've been seen. A fool who saw the world as a constant war, a battle-field barrage, a rage that continued to build up inside, who lived off of violence, and terror...

-A beast...

A beast that wasn't a beast...

-One who wanted to change, but didn't know how... who wanted friends, but was too afraid to come out of the shell he had been hiding behind... who wanted a family, but feared he wouldn't be around to attend to such a family. Who wanted to find peace, but couldn't make peace where peace couldn't be given... who... who was afraid of the night... who heard the screams of all those he had killed in cold blood, who was haunted by the spectres of lost souls making every attempt to acsend, but failed in doing so, just as they had failed at life. -Guiltly for not obeying the Wild's Law, "-Kill, or be Killed."

If that be the case, would I be the manifestation of the Wild's Gavel? -Was I the judge? -The hand that went through the checklist that every living being was to live by? The very essence of the Law of the Wild itself? -Was I the judge? -The one to play the role of god? -What was God? -Was he the creator of all things? -If so, why would he create such a terrifying world for his creations? Why did he make us so fragile? -The mind - it could be two things, weak, and strong... one could focus on strength, while another focused on intelligence... lacking either, you'd die... and so, we have no choice but to rely on our own instinct, much like I did.... to "Kill, or be Killed." -The story of my life.

I didn't care what people thought of me, thoughts and opinions were never going to get you anywhere in life, and critics had no such place for me. We lived only so that we may reproduce and atone for our sins when the time comes. THere can be no other greater purpose to life. Just as there's neither a winner or a looser in a battle. Each one looses something... The looser has taken from him his life, while the winner will soon loose his mind to his own estimation of strength... win too many fights, he begines to think he is invincible... loose a fight, he becomes aware that he's mortal like everyone else. But me? -I never stopped fighting... win, or loose... I won't stop. I won't submit, I won't back down. I'm known for one thing... fury... the hell with flight, or fight,' no such phrase existed within the confines of this mind, it served no purpose, and it didn't need one, and I certainly wasn't going to waste my time looking for a reason to flee, I'd fight until I could no longer move, or until death. If I couldn't move, I'd wait till you were in range, and then I'd drive my fangs into your throat, I didn't care if it was human or animal... they didn't call me 'Ball-Snatcher-Naxx' for nothing... and I'd be damned if some kind with a bad attitude thought he could rule over me, because I'd rather die in a lake of fire, or under the rain of a thousand arrows before I bow down to someone else... it was the way I lived my life, I was in charge of my own life, I would shame the blood that flowed through my veins if I were to submit without a fight.


Weary eyes gazed forward as the sun rained down upon the dark grass, large bear claws draw a halt in the surface before I allowed them to rest. Ears keen and alert, eyes focused, searching... talons in my forepaws flexed from their fleshy sheath, a low rumble escaped my mouth as it vibrated up my throat.

I didn't like this place.... I knew nothing of it. It reaked of men, and their ability to control all things, to bring life to the unlived. Panting with large heaves, I stood, approached the brook of the creek for nothing more than a drink to ease the thirst in my throat. Paws treaded the sandy surface before coming upon the rocks to the creak, where the site of the villiage caught my eye... fear crawled up my spine as I surveyed the scene, eyes locked for movement,

'You're not the only beast in this world, Naxx... - My instincts told me.

Most of the time, I feared nothing but fear itself, but men were a different story, they were more than enough of an opponent to for any beast... they killed without reason, they were strangely unpredictable. Their young were curious creatures, even mean creatures. Men had abilities that us in the wild could never understand, such as their ability to bring life to the unlivied, to grasp a stone, a dead object -it does not breath, it does not move, therefore it is dead; make strange movements with their fangers, and with a role of their shoulder, they bring forth life. -Life! -To something that of which was not born with life.

Eyes narrowed at the shadows before I approached the brook, parted my legs to allow for quick evasion, and lowered my neck gently to the stream, opening my mouth to reveal fangs before allowing my tonge to roll forth and lap at the water like some pathetic dog.

My ears rotated forward to see children bearing spears before me, I rose my head slowly, water drips from my chin as an angry heart begines to pound. I care not that they are young, for if they were young, their parents would be nearby, and if their parents weren't nearby, than they no longer cared about them.

My hind quarters go stiff as iron, my chest muscles swell with sudden energy, legs grow stiff for faster reflexes, neck muscles grow tense; a cold dreary feeling envelops me, -it keeps me on edge... my heart racing I stared at the children as they continued to raise spears in my directon, shouting words that I did not understand, but from the tone of their voice, and the piercing hate in their eyes, I could tell that they were not kind words, they were curses, words of damnation, and condement... words that I didn't like...

He rose his spear in his hands once more, only this time, I didn't just stare and wait, I rose my lips in a venomous snarl of umbragement, What were these fools asking of me, that I turn around and leave? -He hefted that spear? -Was he going to kill me?

I took a single step back, only the boys took a step forward.... I did the same several times, and each time, they took a step forward, now in ankel deep water, they continued to raise the spear, it's sharp point burning an image in my mind... did these boys not know what I was? Did they think me as nothing more than a dog? -A wolf perhaps?

I felt my talons unsheath themselves from their fleshy cover, making contact with the pebbles, my chest heaved in and out with aach breath before I lowered my hind legs, and extended my rear legs.

It had been proven, for every step I took back, they would take a step forward until they had me cornered, they wielded the spear, they had knives upon them... they wanted to take something from me, and something told me that it wasn't just my life. This body perhaps? -It's flesh? -It's fur? To gain sustanance from it's meat?

Light rolled through my eyes as water continued to drip from my chin, fangs exposed, tail elevated, I lunged forward with a rush just as the boy had time to ready the spear, leaping off my hind legs, before bringing back my right, talons flexed -reflecting te light - striking the spear to move it out of the way with a crack, before arrching my left, striking the boy in the side of the face with a resounding tear, warm using my right to cling to his chest, and drag downwards with my weight, tearing him down with his agonizing screams of pain. Warm blood splashed my face, it spilt over the rocks, and into the cracks of the stream, I roared my rath and turned, his friend's screaming and crying manifesting itself as a chior of angels in my ears. Eyes twisted and engulfed in a light that came not from the sun, but the battlefield rage that had been stiring within.

They frantically drew their knives, I turned slowly, the left side of my face dripping in man's blood, claws and fur between the claws dark with his fluids. He grasped the holes I left in his body, his hands soaked in his own blood -blood seeping between his fingers as it spilt amongst the rocks, his face torn to pieces by my talons when I struck him with my left... when I miamed him, I had wrapped my right paw along his back, and my front paw across his chest -dragged downward as he fell on his back, tearing across his abdomen and his groin area... he was done for... and should I stay here, so was I...

I had become something that of which I didn't want to become.... a man killer... the hunter would now become the hunted.... whoever loved this child would surely want their revenge, just as I wanted my revenge on this cruel and twisted world, just as I wanted to see for myself what it meant to change.... but then again, there was a darker side of me that just didn't want to change, this was proven here on this brook, where I spilt man's blood, I hear shouts from the village, I turn to the left to see taller men running to the scene, some grabbing more spears.... I didn't wait for them to get to close, I turned and ran, forgetting my battlefield rage for a moment, and began to concentrate on survival, my claws still flexed, they pierced through the leaves which began to stick to my paws -the voscus of the blood gathering upon everything they touched.... the dirt, the rocks.

I broke into a sprint, normally, I wouldn't back away from a fight, I would stay until I was satisfied, but this was different, when it came to men, there were always different circumstances.... they were cheaters in the art of combat, they used tools, they used weapons, they didn't have anything of which they could use to assail another in feral combat, therefore they made their own, and they used them all too well, as many of my cousins, brothers and sisters once found out at some point in their pathetic miserable lives.

And so I turned to the trees, they always held the answers I saught when I was afraid, they offered comfort, -safety from the danger that dwelled upon the ground... I ran to the one that offered the most cover, and ran my forlegs over it's bark, my talons inpinging upon them and driving through to their inerds, gaining hold.

I pulled myself up, my heart racing, my lungs heaving for breath as I snarled my savage temper, panting as I did so, blood dripping from my open mouth as the taste of man's blood dwelled upon my tongue.

I rolled myself onto the highest branch, allowing one hind leg to hang over, licking my paws in the manner of a cat... from here, I could still hear the boy screaming and howling his pain, I could still see the look in his eyes as I knocked his spear out of the way and rose my left paw -wielding flexed talons as I challaced them along his face, sending his head twisting to the left before I drew my right foreleg into his back, and twisted my left, dragging down with my own weight as he began to scream, blood spurting into my open mouth as we disturbed the peace of the brook with the slow movement of our bodies, -our figures making contact with the passion of a cinematic boom in our ears, where for a moment, predator made contact with prey, where the realization that one was mortal ticked for but a second... where the eyes of the man made contact with beast... one was fighting for survival, while the other was fighting to impress his friends... fool... his ignorance cost him a world of pain... I couldn't keep these claws perfectly clean all the time.... if the wounds themselves didn't kill him, the oils and the infections would...

God only knows what kind of rocus I stired up now, if I stayed here, the entire village would be after my pelt, a father who wants to seek his revenge, -an entire villiage who seeks to make sure his wish is granted, every man, woman and child... I had to leave... there was no doubt in my mind that I was no longer welcomed here... the spirits seemed to be disturbed by it as well, for once -there was no sound, no sounds of birds, no sound of wind... not even the sound of an insect, as if the spirits wanted me to be found... or, perhaps they too, feared me... were they to forsaken my will to live? -To fight for what was rightfully mine? -They wanted my flesh, my muscle, every fibre of my body, was I to just hand it over to them, lay there on my back and wait for them to pierce my heart with their spear? -Or was I to obey my instincts, and fight for the body I had grown attached to over the years, learning it's weaknesses and it's strengths, it's limitations and it's bounding points?

Stupid questions called for stupid answers, I grunted.., my paw now clean to my satisfaction, man blood no longer dripped from my chin, yet the blood that had splattered along the side of my face was beginning to materialize into a sticky foul smelling mask, I'd wait till night fall to leave this dreadful place, maybe head east, somewhere where there was no men, or his ability to bend natures law of the living. Maybe ask for directions from a local here... hell, I didn't even know where the hell I was...

[Medenagen]

Naxx sounds fun to encounter...well, the somewhat demented version of fun in my mind. XD

I hereby bestow upon you the countenance of wolverine!