Post by Leorgathar on Apr 26, 2012 7:01:14 GMT
Name: Targre
Species: Lion
Age: Young adult
Gender: Male
Description:
Dark orange pelt with creamy underfur. Light blue eyes like his brother’s. His mane is dark brown and in a growing stage, quite scruffy.
Behaviour:
Targre can be a very aggressive lion, as well as distrustful with others. He possesses the skill of an assassin, stalking any objective he is given for days and even weeks until its termination is achieved. The darkness in his heart was softened by his younger brother, Lune, whom he protects with all his strength, hoping to find redemption for all the evils he’s done in his past.
History: (Sorry if it's ridiculously long, hehe)
When Targre was young, he grew up as a mischievous lion, jealous of his brothers and sisters, and seeking for attention. He had played awful pranks on them, and had only gained their hate and disgust, but Targre enjoyed making his siblings’ lives a mess, and never during his growing up days he regretted it. It had become obvious after an incident that ended up in the death of one of his brothers that he had forever lost his father’s trust.
“In the past, my son,” he had told him, “the most terrible of kings had started their lives with a cubhood not unlike yours. The tyranny they created often ended in a lack of balance between hunter and prey, which have led to the extinction of entire prides; all for the lust for power and belongings those kings had over their relatives and other creatures. Remember, Targre, that the crown of a lion’s good will is humility, and to wear it, you must be able to oversee your own needs and start caring for the ones of lions that every day give you shelter, food… and love.”
The old lion stared at the young one’s eyes with a severe expression. “Your heart lacks humility, Targre, and as long as it does, you will never be worth of leading as head of a pride. Someday, more lions will be in your paws other than your own self, and then you’ll have to finally decide what kind of lion you are.”
With these words stinging his mind, Targre stopped making life hard for his remaining siblings, but the darkness that grew inside his heart never left him. He had accepted himself as poison for the prosperity in his pride, and a short time after his youngest brother, Lune, was born, he decided to leave it for good.
During the time that followed after his departure for a new life as a rogue lion, he came to meet other lions just like him, exiled from other lands with shameful or hurting pasts, and that had led him to make new friends as well as enemies. He eventually trained himself in their ways of violence, and joined their clan of assassins, where he began doing tasks for their leader like stealing and murdering the objectives he was told to. He became a skillful assassin, which became really useful when the times of the land’s decay started coming.
They were settled within a rock formation that led to a hidden cave, which was the starting point of their territory. They made a pact with a flock of vultures to aid them in detecting new prey and lions to attack within a wider range they could, offering in exchange the remains of those lions they murder for a feast. Any wandering lion was a clear target; even small prides were to be considered as such, except for those in which certain assassins belonged to in the past, if it was their desire. But these ones were on rare occasions, and of course, the system wasn’t flawless, and so was the case of Targre’s former pride.
Targre’s father had decided to move his pride in search of a new location for their survival, and they had come across with the clan’s territory. The ambush started as fast as they could realize they were in danger, and Targre arrived very late to the scene. He could see the lions he grew up with, all of them massacred in a blood bath. Among them, and still with a faint breath, was his father, to whom he approached.
“So… this is what you have decided to become.” He said as Targre sat down at his side. “You have disappointed me for the last time, Targre. If there’s any mercy in you, you will finish me now so my soul can finally rest from your evil acts… from the shame I feel for failing you as a father”.
“I am an assassin, father,” Targre sighed. “I feel no mercy… but I am deeply sorry that the claws of my clan reached you and the pride that gave me so much. I did not intend for this to happen.” He said forcing his eyes shut, not being able to see his own father in such a disfigured state.
The old lion raised his paw with an effort and placed it over Targre’s. “But nonetheless, you are still my son… I never stopped loving you.” A knot had started to form in Targre’s throat. “If you find in your heart a wish for redemption, find any survivors from this cruel battle, and lead them to a new life that will carry our legacy. Abandon this clan you are part of, and become worthy of the crown of good will… may my blessing be with you, my son, if you follow… this path”. After saying this he finally exhaled, letting the last bit of life abandon his body. Targre cried for the first time since he had left his cubhood behind.
Targre started to search in the area for any sign of life of his former pride, but he couldn’t find any, which made his heart fall in deep sorrow, until it gave a leap up when he heard a tiny roar around nearby. He looked impatiently to the site where it had come from, and there he was: a small cub being tortured by the claw of a lion from his clan. Anger and madness invaded him, attacking his fellow assassin with accurate slashes and bites to the neck, killing him before he could even realize who his attacker was. “You weren’t supposed to even touch this pride!” He yelled, unleashing his fury towards that single lion even after he was dead.
After calming down, he looked down at the horrified cub, and he remembered his father’s words when he was young: “Someday, more lions will be in your paws other than your own self, and then you’ll have to finally decide what kind of lion you are.” He came to realize what his father had meant at that time. That cub, and now himself were in danger; more of them would come and make sure no lion from his pride would be left alive. He approached him, and assured him that he wouldn’t hurt him. He learned that this lion cub was Lune, the youngest of his brothers, and now the only one. He lifted him from the scruff with his jaw, and ran far away from the clan’s territory, carrying with him the last lion whose bloodline he shared with.
Species: Lion
Age: Young adult
Gender: Male
Description:
Dark orange pelt with creamy underfur. Light blue eyes like his brother’s. His mane is dark brown and in a growing stage, quite scruffy.
Behaviour:
Targre can be a very aggressive lion, as well as distrustful with others. He possesses the skill of an assassin, stalking any objective he is given for days and even weeks until its termination is achieved. The darkness in his heart was softened by his younger brother, Lune, whom he protects with all his strength, hoping to find redemption for all the evils he’s done in his past.
History: (Sorry if it's ridiculously long, hehe)
When Targre was young, he grew up as a mischievous lion, jealous of his brothers and sisters, and seeking for attention. He had played awful pranks on them, and had only gained their hate and disgust, but Targre enjoyed making his siblings’ lives a mess, and never during his growing up days he regretted it. It had become obvious after an incident that ended up in the death of one of his brothers that he had forever lost his father’s trust.
“In the past, my son,” he had told him, “the most terrible of kings had started their lives with a cubhood not unlike yours. The tyranny they created often ended in a lack of balance between hunter and prey, which have led to the extinction of entire prides; all for the lust for power and belongings those kings had over their relatives and other creatures. Remember, Targre, that the crown of a lion’s good will is humility, and to wear it, you must be able to oversee your own needs and start caring for the ones of lions that every day give you shelter, food… and love.”
The old lion stared at the young one’s eyes with a severe expression. “Your heart lacks humility, Targre, and as long as it does, you will never be worth of leading as head of a pride. Someday, more lions will be in your paws other than your own self, and then you’ll have to finally decide what kind of lion you are.”
With these words stinging his mind, Targre stopped making life hard for his remaining siblings, but the darkness that grew inside his heart never left him. He had accepted himself as poison for the prosperity in his pride, and a short time after his youngest brother, Lune, was born, he decided to leave it for good.
During the time that followed after his departure for a new life as a rogue lion, he came to meet other lions just like him, exiled from other lands with shameful or hurting pasts, and that had led him to make new friends as well as enemies. He eventually trained himself in their ways of violence, and joined their clan of assassins, where he began doing tasks for their leader like stealing and murdering the objectives he was told to. He became a skillful assassin, which became really useful when the times of the land’s decay started coming.
They were settled within a rock formation that led to a hidden cave, which was the starting point of their territory. They made a pact with a flock of vultures to aid them in detecting new prey and lions to attack within a wider range they could, offering in exchange the remains of those lions they murder for a feast. Any wandering lion was a clear target; even small prides were to be considered as such, except for those in which certain assassins belonged to in the past, if it was their desire. But these ones were on rare occasions, and of course, the system wasn’t flawless, and so was the case of Targre’s former pride.
Targre’s father had decided to move his pride in search of a new location for their survival, and they had come across with the clan’s territory. The ambush started as fast as they could realize they were in danger, and Targre arrived very late to the scene. He could see the lions he grew up with, all of them massacred in a blood bath. Among them, and still with a faint breath, was his father, to whom he approached.
“So… this is what you have decided to become.” He said as Targre sat down at his side. “You have disappointed me for the last time, Targre. If there’s any mercy in you, you will finish me now so my soul can finally rest from your evil acts… from the shame I feel for failing you as a father”.
“I am an assassin, father,” Targre sighed. “I feel no mercy… but I am deeply sorry that the claws of my clan reached you and the pride that gave me so much. I did not intend for this to happen.” He said forcing his eyes shut, not being able to see his own father in such a disfigured state.
The old lion raised his paw with an effort and placed it over Targre’s. “But nonetheless, you are still my son… I never stopped loving you.” A knot had started to form in Targre’s throat. “If you find in your heart a wish for redemption, find any survivors from this cruel battle, and lead them to a new life that will carry our legacy. Abandon this clan you are part of, and become worthy of the crown of good will… may my blessing be with you, my son, if you follow… this path”. After saying this he finally exhaled, letting the last bit of life abandon his body. Targre cried for the first time since he had left his cubhood behind.
Targre started to search in the area for any sign of life of his former pride, but he couldn’t find any, which made his heart fall in deep sorrow, until it gave a leap up when he heard a tiny roar around nearby. He looked impatiently to the site where it had come from, and there he was: a small cub being tortured by the claw of a lion from his clan. Anger and madness invaded him, attacking his fellow assassin with accurate slashes and bites to the neck, killing him before he could even realize who his attacker was. “You weren’t supposed to even touch this pride!” He yelled, unleashing his fury towards that single lion even after he was dead.
After calming down, he looked down at the horrified cub, and he remembered his father’s words when he was young: “Someday, more lions will be in your paws other than your own self, and then you’ll have to finally decide what kind of lion you are.” He came to realize what his father had meant at that time. That cub, and now himself were in danger; more of them would come and make sure no lion from his pride would be left alive. He approached him, and assured him that he wouldn’t hurt him. He learned that this lion cub was Lune, the youngest of his brothers, and now the only one. He lifted him from the scruff with his jaw, and ran far away from the clan’s territory, carrying with him the last lion whose bloodline he shared with.
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