05-15-2010, 03:08 PM
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OOC Name: Cricket/Gabrielle
Preferred method of contact: AIM: Kagenuki
Character Name: Thanos Niire
Character Age: 6 years
Character Gender: Male
Desired Profession Path, if any: Tsula Agateno
Regular Wolf or Luperci: Luperci
How did you hear about 'Souls?: Returning member
It had really been a long time, hadn't it? Close to four and a half years since Thanos had left. That would make him...about six, perhaps close to seven. Still, the memories were as fresh as yesterday, tucked and protected between those perked ears with the tatters of hair missing round their outer rims. He would look as youthful as he ever had, those teal eyes with their rings of toxic green, and behind those eyes he would wonder if that coloration still had any meaning anymore. If his father was around, surely he was old and incapable of causing anyone else any harm, if that intent was still in his heart.
That was if he was still alive, let us remind ourselves.
Thanos had trailed the outskirts of the lands carefully, taking care not to tread on one territory or the other. And while there were familiarities, this was a far cry from the lands he grew up on. Hardly anything was reminiscent. On occasion, he thought that he might get a whiff of someone he knew from way back when, but either just that quickly it would be gone, fleeting like the wind, or he would have to break himself of the hope that began flooding his heart, reminding himself that most things were too good to be true. The boy had left the lands, hoping to find himself and in turn find his place in the world. His siblings, though troubled, seemed to know their roles in the world. All except for him. He could not hunt. Could barely fight. He, at times, felt like a wolf only in the most academic sense. He had fallen out of another wolf, and that was all that made him so. He felt like he needed to leave what he knew in order to find what he did not. And so he did. Changed his mannerisms and left 'Thanos' in Jaded Shadows with his paints, beads, feathers and puppyish ways. He became 'Thanatos', in hope that in changing his name, he could change what was and what wasn't.
But he never needed to leave. It was his family that made him strong. It was his home that gave him character. The individuals and experiences there that built the framework. Everything that had happened, back on those lands in those days, had guided him exactly to this moment.
And so those cinnamon-tinctured paws would stop at this most recent land, nails nearly worn down to the quicks. Spots of blood marked the grass where pads were cracked and on their last legs from months of travel. The sash round his narrow chest, holding his paints and brushes smacked lightly into his ribcage as he came to a stop, coal black nose rising to take in a deep inhale. Lids fell back, revealing those hopeful eyes with their eager sparkle as his tail began to comb the air. This was it. Thanos was 'home'. The lands seemed to welcome him as well, a warm breeze embracing its son of the genus Canis, twirling the blue feather threaded through the earring in his right ear.
Mouth parted to let out a gentle beckon, as if to ask permission of the lands and its inhabitants to rest himself here, and in turn become of use again, to call himself 'brother'.