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- Ares Chance - 06-16-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... able1p.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:429px; border:1px #FF0C00 solid; font-size: 10px;"> ooc - 1. Ares "Buttface" Chance 2. born September 3, 2008 3. Luperci 4. Canis lupus orctus, maybe? I don't know >>; 5. Male 6. aim = "irrelevant xx" 7. I also play Tokyo Chance. DD (rawr, sorry if this sort of sucks, i wrote a really long post and lost half of it in the weirdest way ever ><) ic - How could he have been such an idiot? Yeah, he had read all the stories. Of righteous vengeance. Of battle, of the weak overthrowing their oppressors. Of duels over honor, over love, over things that seemed trivial, at least to Ares, when compared to the destruction of a childhood. Hell, he had named himself after the god-damned god of war. But it wasn't enough. He was out of his mind to have actually thought that it would be. For all the fire surging through his veins, for all his fierce desire to hurt her to hurt her to make her pay.. He was fine tracing her scent at first, but every step closer towards what was obviously her packlands was harder. His legs had slowly turned to jelly, and eventually he had just stood there, quavering, like a baby. His mother's scent had been overwhelming. He couldn't take it. He wasn't Ares, a god of war. He was simply, overwhelmingly Buttface. An unwanted, unloved child. Completely alone. Even Princess' scent hadn't been enough to hold him; in the end, she had chosen Tokyo over him. She had been there all along, anyway, it wasn't like her presence would have stopped.. anything. It didn't matter that the mottled boy was twice, three times the size he had been when he ran off.. Tokyo was still a giant in his mind, a looming figure that doled out punishment indiscriminately, no matter what he did. She was more of a God than he'd ever be. So Ares had ran, following his mother's scent habitually southeast through a thick forest. It was safe; the trail was old, and he knew she was back in those lands he hadn't dared to enter. It was also comforting. This was something that he could do right. When the scent dropped off, he could track her by pawprints and marks upon the land. Inevitably, he came back to the trail. It was immensely, immediately satisfying. Finally, though, it dwindled off at a point where Ares wasn't sure he should cross. In front of him lay an invisible forcefield: the edge of a pack territory. His mother may have gone further in, but he didn't think he would. The adolescent turned around, unsure of where to go but innately uncomfortable around pack territory. But wait? Why should he be afraid? The idea of joining a pack struck him, thrilling and spontaneous. He hadn't ever really considered it - he had been a child, then had Princess, then Star, then his vengeful dreams to keep him satisfied or at least moving. The former two had left him, but the third.. He didn't really have to abandon it. If he joined a pack nearby he'd be able to.. to train! To learn how to fight, to grow bigger, to eat well without having to fear the dangers that plagued most of his solitary existence. Ares turned back around, eying the border. Was it better to wait on this safe side, or on their land? The latter showed more intent, but the former seemed more respectful. He compromised by deciding to sit as close to exactly on top of the border as he could. [/html] - Savina Marino - 06-16-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ares Chance - 06-16-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... able1p.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:429px; border:1px #FF0C00 solid; font-size: 10px;"> ooc - 312 words. ^^ ic - And surprisingly enough, within a few short minutes a dark female approached as if on cue. She seemed very large to Ares, who was on the small side and still had some growing left to do. And spending so much time with an aging coyote surely also skewed his ideas of how big the average canine was. She spoke, questioning his presence and revealing the name of these lands: Crimson Dreams. He almost laughed in surprise at how well the name fitted his ambitions - because at this current point in his life, his dreams of bloody revenge against his mother most certainly would fall under the adjective Crimson. Ares wanted to stay here. He wanted to prove himself to this woman. Ares took a deep breath, then spoke, his deepening voice rushed and eager: "My name is" - brief hesitation to make sure he selected the word he didn't quite identify completely with yet - "Ares Chance. I'm looking to join a pack." He wanted to impress her more, to list off some great feats or achievements or skills before she had to ask what he would offer a pack.. But he couldn't think of anything, and was slightly panicking inside trying to dredge up something not quite a lie that would suffice. He hadn't changed his body posture on her approach. No one had ever taught him what polite behavior towards superiors was, and instinct had only gotten the kid as far as his ears drawn back and tail pressed against his belly when Tokyo was hitting him, or when Ares was afraid she would. So he didn't even think about it - but if he had, it wouldn't have made sense to him. Why would he want to make himself seem weak? His blustering confidence made him seem more capable, and isn't capable what was desired in a new member? [/html] - Savina Marino - 06-16-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ares Chance - 06-16-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... able1p.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:429px; border:1px #FF0C00 solid; font-size: 10px;"> ooc - of course, it's np~ 276 words ic - It seemed even here, he could not escape the shadow of his mother. She was going to take yet another thing away from him, ruining his life by slow, painful degrees. Ares considered lying, but that would mean he'd have to keep his quest for revenge a secret, which would make it harder to prepare for it. Besides, if Princess ever came around she was certainly proud of her heritage, with all the bullshit Tokyo fed her about her grandmother and how special she was. And then word might get out, and then Ares might lose any place he had been given. "She is my mother, through no choice of my own." Disgust shadowed his words, too. Clearly towards the subject of his sentence, not the one asking the question. On further contemplation, the dark female's distaste for his mother would probably work towards his advantage. And her further words, about how she was not welcome here - that was amazing. He would be safe. He would be around people who would support his cause, who would sympathize with his hatred. Ares wanted to stay even more. He didn't know what he'd do if he was turned away. He didn't even want to contemplate it. Quietly and reasonably, without trying to give too much away: "If I had any desire to be with her, I would have stayed up north and tried to join the pack up there." Ares wanted to say something along the lines of never wanting to see her again, but technically he had to do so in order to get his revenge. The topic of his mother had mostly subdued his exuberance. [/html] - Savina Marino - 06-16-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ares Chance - 06-16-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... able1p.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:429px; border:1px #FF0C00 solid; font-size: 10px;"> ooc - 201 words ic - The self-centered nature of youth had Ares convinced that whatever Savina's parent had done, it wasn't as bad as Tokyo. But whatever, she was still trying to empathize with him, and it was nice of her. He appreciated the sentiment. "Lt. General? Is Crimson Dreams like, an army?" He was genuinely curious. It would definitely be convenient as far as training himself for his vengeance, but he wasn't too sure he wanted to get involved in another person's conflict. Ares didn't want to lose his focus. And there was the question he had been worrying about, but he had come up with a few answers. "I'm a pretty good tracker. I followed the scent of my sister from way up north to find this place." Technically true, even if he sort of came to to find his mother a little as well. "I'm a really good reader, too, and I can write okay, and hunt well enough that I don't need to be fed by anyone. I can take care of myself, I won't need any special treatment or anything." Referring, of course, to his youth. He fidgeted, anxious and nervous and thus rambling a bit more than he usually would. [/html] - Savina Marino - 06-16-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ares Chance - 06-17-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/ ... able1p.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:429px; border:1px #FF0C00 solid; font-size: 10px;"> ooc - so yeah this'll be my last post for now, but another thread in a bit for sure~ 255 words. ic - Ares thought that was sort of weird, then. Why take army-like rank names if the pack didn't even resemble an army? It confused him, but maybe it was a common trend among packs just to pick whichever ranks they fancied most, regardless of rhyme or reason. Surely it was their prerogative, and it wasn't like he had ever been in a pack before, he couldn't really compare Crimson Dreams to anywhere else. As much as Ares understood that the "being like a family" concept was supposed to be a good thing, he subconsciously very much did not associate family members with looking out for or helping each other. So he decided he'd think of Crimson Dreams sort of as an army, anyway. Because all the stories he had read glorified the sort of brotherhood that came with such a thing - and that was what family was supposed to be like, yeah? Savina said some pretty things about everyone helping each other out, but again, Ares wasn't counting on it. It really was more than enough that Tokyo was forbidden here - this land would be a safe haven from the creature of his nightmares. And there was likely a lot of food, if a pack was content to stay mostly confined to these lands. He was now a Basic Officer of Crimsons Dreams. That just sounded so cool. His chest puffed up a little in pride, regaining some of the confidence that had wilted earlier. "Thank you." He said earnestly. "A tour would be great." [/html] |