Darkfang Taranis 
Stolen Soul
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(1/7/05 7:19 pm)
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Dreams Shattered
OOC:
Name: Emily
e-mail: sami@biopass.com
alternate contact (AIM, YIM, MSN, etc): Sorry. I have no other contacts.
IC:
Name: Darkfang
Age: 3
Gender:
Type: Wolf
Species:Timber Wolf
Physical Description: Darkfang stands fairly high at about three feet and weighing a good 82 lbs. His fur is thick and neatly groomed and a jet black. Muscular and swift, he would make an ideal fighter. Spiraling down all four legs are crimson tattoos in intricate designs.
Personality: Darkfang was once kind and sweet. But after his human and his mate died, he became cold and secluded as he entered Totem.
History: Darkfang was born far away. His past is dark before he came to the village; he rarely speaks about it. Darkfang was taken in by a boy whom he knew as Master. He soon became friends with a copper beauty named Tauye. Eventually, she became his mate. Devoted to Master until his very end, Darkfang followed and protected him always.
IC: It was a pleasant day, or so he thought. The sky was a rich blue, the clouds white and fluffy as wild cotton. Darkfang trailed behind the heels of his master, no longer a boy, but a man. Master took a spear in his hand and ran torwards some other men. Darkfang walked behind. [b]Go, Darkfang, go![/b] Shouted Master. Darkfang did not understand. Master had never willed him to leave, never. He stayed by Master's side. Master told the wolf to again leave. But again, he refused. Darkfang saw them then, those he had only heard of. He spotted his copper queen, Tauye, beside her human. Oh! His Tayue! The white demons were coming, the fire-sticks in their hands. Master and the other men ran forward, screaming cries of war. [i]BOOM![/i] One of the pale-skins shot his stick at Master. Darkfang stared, knowing that the impossible had just become reality. The stick had spat fire. Master fell to the ground, lifeless.
Darkfang ran torwards his human and nuzzled his corpse. His soul had already departed, though. It would not make it's way to Totem. He did not know that Tauye's wouldn't, either. Rage boiled within him. He lunged at the white-skin and tore his skin until it was raw and bleeding. He tried to grab the pale demon's throat. The white-skin screamed and shot his fire-stick. A pain shot through Darkfang, shattering bone and tearing organ and muscle. He was dead, and yet not. He had failed to save his Master. Darkfang was floating, not knowing where he was, seeing no familiar face.
A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face
A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
Lyrics Credit to Sting
Table Credit to Tekke!Edited by: Darkfang Taranis at: 1/11/05 3:35 pm
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