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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 ><)
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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.
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.
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