Post by Lanturn on Jun 1, 2010 12:14:36 GMT -6
Lanturn's theme tune:
A lonley wolf pup tailed behind his pack. His head was hung, his eyes looked to the ground and his tail was pinned firmly between his legs. If happiness was what you needed in life, then this pup might as well have been dead.
His pack members joked and pushed eachother around infront of him. They were the teenagers, and all of them hated the tought of Lanturn. Behind them, and inbetween them, walked the pups. The also played and smiled and laughed and shared their joy with eachother. Lanturn stayed behind, ignoring them all, because on each and everyone of these wolves pelts lay blood... even on his own fur.
Lanturn never allowed himself to shed a tear, even at times when he witness his friends being slaughtered becuase they were unable to complete a task. Lanturn never spoke, never made eye contact when he was a pup. He just followed orders... orders to kill.. But as he grew older he realised who he really was...
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Lanturn sat under the same towering tree he had always sat under to be tought how to fight. His champane coloured eyes were to the grassy ground and he sat at the back of the class. His thoughts were blank, blank enough to take him away from this place? Blank enough to pretend he was dead? As much as he wished it was true... life defied him once more.
Then came the teachers bold, manly and strong tone, "Lanturn, show us how to kill this intuder wolf, seing as you are the top of the class." Thats right. As much as Lanturn dispised this sport of fighting, he was one of the best his pack had ever seen and that was why he wasn't killed like he saw many of his frineds have happen to them.
Lanturn looked up for th first time in years and the class let out a large gasp. The teacher smiled, completly red eyes gleaming at this sudden change in attitide from the tallented wolf. Lanturn met the teacher's eyes with a menicing stare as he rose to his feet. Only a teen, but still the same size as the fully developed older Firebrand wolf.
Lanturn flexed his neck and a crack echoed through the air, forcing the olther students to stare in awe at his greatness. Lanturn's muscles rippled under his fur, his teeth shone like diamonds as he licked them and his tail lay comfortably outside his back legs for once.
He looked down at what the teacher was holding and Lanturn began to snarl. It was a baby wolf, lost it's mother and was offered a life here... or a death here as prey for the pupils. Tention grew in the air as the students waited to see Lantun's first wolf kill. The pup began to cry as Lanturn leaped at it and snatched it out of the teachers hands with great force.
Lanturn rolled across the floor before realesing his grip and ushering the little pup off. He had not killed it?
The teacher was furious as he witnessed the pup escape and so he launched at Lanturn. Lanturn sprang up off of his hind legs and slashed the teacher's face with his claws. The teacher fell and groaned. Lantun smiled at his victory before going back to his place and sitting down.
the class took one last look at Lanturn's brilliant eyes, teeth and muscles before Lanturn looked down to the floor and resumed his thoughts.
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((This is when he escaped so I will do this later))
A lonley wolf pup tailed behind his pack. His head was hung, his eyes looked to the ground and his tail was pinned firmly between his legs. If happiness was what you needed in life, then this pup might as well have been dead.
His pack members joked and pushed eachother around infront of him. They were the teenagers, and all of them hated the tought of Lanturn. Behind them, and inbetween them, walked the pups. The also played and smiled and laughed and shared their joy with eachother. Lanturn stayed behind, ignoring them all, because on each and everyone of these wolves pelts lay blood... even on his own fur.
Lanturn never allowed himself to shed a tear, even at times when he witness his friends being slaughtered becuase they were unable to complete a task. Lanturn never spoke, never made eye contact when he was a pup. He just followed orders... orders to kill.. But as he grew older he realised who he really was...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lanturn sat under the same towering tree he had always sat under to be tought how to fight. His champane coloured eyes were to the grassy ground and he sat at the back of the class. His thoughts were blank, blank enough to take him away from this place? Blank enough to pretend he was dead? As much as he wished it was true... life defied him once more.
Then came the teachers bold, manly and strong tone, "Lanturn, show us how to kill this intuder wolf, seing as you are the top of the class." Thats right. As much as Lanturn dispised this sport of fighting, he was one of the best his pack had ever seen and that was why he wasn't killed like he saw many of his frineds have happen to them.
Lanturn looked up for th first time in years and the class let out a large gasp. The teacher smiled, completly red eyes gleaming at this sudden change in attitide from the tallented wolf. Lanturn met the teacher's eyes with a menicing stare as he rose to his feet. Only a teen, but still the same size as the fully developed older Firebrand wolf.
Lanturn flexed his neck and a crack echoed through the air, forcing the olther students to stare in awe at his greatness. Lanturn's muscles rippled under his fur, his teeth shone like diamonds as he licked them and his tail lay comfortably outside his back legs for once.
He looked down at what the teacher was holding and Lanturn began to snarl. It was a baby wolf, lost it's mother and was offered a life here... or a death here as prey for the pupils. Tention grew in the air as the students waited to see Lantun's first wolf kill. The pup began to cry as Lanturn leaped at it and snatched it out of the teachers hands with great force.
Lanturn rolled across the floor before realesing his grip and ushering the little pup off. He had not killed it?
The teacher was furious as he witnessed the pup escape and so he launched at Lanturn. Lanturn sprang up off of his hind legs and slashed the teacher's face with his claws. The teacher fell and groaned. Lantun smiled at his victory before going back to his place and sitting down.
the class took one last look at Lanturn's brilliant eyes, teeth and muscles before Lanturn looked down to the floor and resumed his thoughts.
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((This is when he escaped so I will do this later))
