Post by ADVOKATE | katie on Jul 11, 2011 1:16:13 GMT -5
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—BRIEF!
an albino boy with a lethargic strut, he has the alpha airs down but hardly puts them to use. rather, he sits back and watches with those crystalized pink eyes and knowing smirk.
—DEDICATED!
there's a different air about theoktony that strikes everyone he comes in contact with. it's certainly not in his posture, as the boy maintains an aloof lope. he generally keeps his head down and his paws are often dirty from dragging atop the ground due to his lazy steps, leaving them to starkly defy the rest of his blight-white coated body. holding his superiority physically does not seem to come to mind unless meeting with a creature not of the inu. his tail never raises, in fact it is hardly expressive at all. theoktony's kinesthetics would leave most to assume him disengaged and possibly defeated.
yet there's that aura that sings a different tune, one hard to ignore. those long ears are forever moving, both in expression and observation. his shattered-glass eyes never betray a thought but always let you know you aren't escaping scrutiny. he's like a back-alley watcher, a sly sidewinder. dominance isn't in physicalities, it's in the cut of his tongue and the pierces of his sights. though he is young for an elemental, the charmed association with a youthful body is overriden by a blatant knowing. there's no getting around it; however he may hold himself, theoktony is alpha stock through and through.
he's got the muscle and he's got the eye-catching features. perhaps his sole physical drawback would be the albinoism that genentics unfortunately passed to him. often a threatening abnormality, gospel and savant saw past the displeasing contrast to see all that lurking potential, allowing theoktony to lead a dominant life. he is hardly ashamed of the feminine mould he's been cut from, disswayed as he is by both hetero and queer attractions. it's merely given him more delicate paws and an easy subjectivity to sunburns, as well as a potential to lose his eye sight as the future comes. little concern for a forest dweller who knows no notions of time betraying him as it passes him by.
he's a constant to the shadows, in align with his watchful ways. though he will confront the sunlight when it comes to being social. theoktony talks with a twisted mouth, an irreversibly crooked grin accompanied only by smirks. his voice takes on a boyish tone, with a touch of rasp to signify coming growth. though full grown, he gives the impression of only being on the cusp of manhood. he often talks in a calm tone, intonations soley of mirth are the only indications of inflection.
ice is forming on the tips of my wings
unheeded warnings, i thought i thought of everything
no navigator to find my way home
unladened, empty, and turned to stone
unheeded warnings, i thought i thought of everything
no navigator to find my way home
unladened, empty, and turned to stone
LATENT!
—BRIEF!
an apathetic underdog who focuses on the things that really matter; authenticity and altruism, even if he isn't grown enough to fully implement them.
—LIKES!
- mutuality
- progress
- team-work
- banter
- fun
—DISLIKES!
- violence
- dissent
- water
- courtship
- discrimination
—DEDICATED!
the first thing one will learn about theoktony is that there is little upset in his heart. he gives a show of few worries and plentiful serendipity. it isn't a pretense, really. there is little that this boy concerns himself with daily. even the hostility held for the inu on the inland fails to rile negative emotion. he's hardly bitter over the affair, and is content to stick to the hand-me-down morals in the seclusion of the placid inu islands. so long as the soul of the pack stays alive there is no wrong in what has been and no wrong in the malicious whispers. those malevolent words dissipate at the borders of the tribe's territory, failing to reach the wolves who dwell beyond.
theoktony makes sure to protect those who have chosen to make the islands their home. he is familiar with every face, and works hard to learn each heart. he is a negotiator, a comforter. outside pressures don't stand a chance against this nonchalant leader. he easily stares down anger and solves away problems. it's a condition that most find charismatic, drawing them into the pack and the lull of peace that co-inhabits the mini land masses. when one gets to know the inu, it is the charming atmosphere spear-headed by their alpha that changes their perception of the followers.
though not a fool to ignore all problems, theoktony has gotten good at picking out the trivial from the substantial. the former he waves away, encouraging instead congenial interactions. he emphasizes family values and caring attitudes, aiming to create altruistic wolves. utopian, perhaps. theoktony is simple in his desires, craving only peace and fun. however, young as he is, its the fun that at times hinders his critical thinking and impedes the correct decisions. not yet mature, there's times when theoktony will gather mirth from the wrong source, whether it be a fallacious remark or a biting quip. it's always good-intentioned, but there are moments where it isn't taken as such.
all in all, it’s a stretched search for entertainment that drives theoktony. the best of amusement grows generous from soft-hearted sources. it’s a genuine track that he looks for, rather than stepping onto a malicious path in search of more arousing activity. in his quest for these humble things, theoktony has gathered acute skills in the art of wolf-watching. he is a master at picking apart personalities and guessing motives from signs of inflection and kinesthetics. there’s an inventory in his head, a growingly-thorough list of the axioms of interaction. with it, he disarms the hostile and encourages the benevolent.
he’s a kind king, a welcoming heart, a good-natured jokester. he’s growing both in potential and skill, employing idealistic practices in his search for a perfected calm in the seclusion of the inu islands. the faults have yet to show themselves beyond the immaturity that plagues all youth, as theoktony has not been fully subjected to the violent problems of the outside world. it is time that will trial the leader and bring the other side of his persona to light.
a soul in tension that's learning to fly
condition grounded but determined to try
can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i
condition grounded but determined to try
can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i
EXPLANATION!
—FAMILY!
- gospel, mother
-
savant, father -
presbyter, brother - ad limina, sister
- canon, sister
- conclave, brother
—HISTORY!
royalty of the inu tribe was dominated by two elements; audio and earth. by this distinction, two families lived and constantly joined themselves. at the beginning of the tribe, there was no blood relation. the audio and the earth, each with a fresh batch of pups, meticulously chose the hardiest of the two litters. from the audio came a female, and the earth a male. betrothed, they took their place as alphas of the newly risen pack when the time arose. at their turn to birth progeny, a whelp was again paw-picked to become heir. it was decided that the strongest of the opposing element would be chosen to wed this future leader, causing a circlic method of picking predecessors.
during the reign of theoktony’s grandparents, their strongest was a boy of the earth element, calling for a female to be drawn out of the pool of fresh-blooded audio whelps. thus, the union of theoktony’s parents was decided. when it came to monarchy, there were no decisions of love nor lust. survival was the true dictator, making certain that the odik name would remain dominant. thus, there was little affection between the pair. likewise, conflict was absent. it was a stagnant relationship that would have birthed and raised theoktony, if not for the war of the gods.
there was a strong ideal of “live and let live” in the heart of the inu. the matters of the gods had no sway in their earthly ones. when they began controlling their elemental subjects and causing outbreaks of war among the packs, the inu remained on their islands, refusing to allow themselves to be affected nor forced into a heartless conflict. at the end of it all, their pacifist stand brought worse to their land than bloodshed.
shame was destined to forevermore plague the tribe. inu became synonymous with dog, filth, and other derogatories. but the greatest hit came with the imprisonment of terr. a hunt was called, and earth wolves were mechanically slaughtered, removed from the face of the earth. in a special punishment for the inu, for spite of their defiance, the line of earth wolves were given a time to live. their abilities turned on them, backfiring in unexpected ways that defied the natural laws. the elements of the reigning gods invaded their bodies as well, causing havoc in their minds and filling them with pain.
for fourteen years savant fought the genocidal attack. in the last dozen months of his life, he was finally able to procreate, causing gospel to give birth to a litter blessed with only one cursed earth elemental. this brother of theoktony’s, presbyter, wasted away with his father, their deaths falling hours apart from each other. within the short time savant had left with his litter, however, he was sure to leave an imprint on the chosen of his offspring.
each whelp followed the pattern of religious names, but special thought went behind theoktony's. his appellation is archaic meaning "the death of a god," as he was the one chosen to receive the teachings of his father. the drastic changes of the world caused these lessons to be highly unconventional in the ways of the inu. the families were disbanded, the earth elementals breaking away to die and the audios abandoning their quest for purity. in defiance to the gods that had broken his world so, savant taught his son to love.
it is from this education that theoktony’s ideals sourced. his utopian aims and constant striving for mutuality are an offspring of savant’s only means of revenge. in spite of all intentions, however, theoktony never learned what it was to be bitter. only time will tell if this absence will give savant’s weak movement wings of wax or feather.
above the planet on a wing and a prayer
my grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air
across the clouds i see my shadow fly
out of the corner of my watering eye
a dream unthreatened by the morning light
could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
my grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air
across the clouds i see my shadow fly
out of the corner of my watering eye
a dream unthreatened by the morning light
could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
FASCINATION!
—ELEMENT!
audio.
audio wolves function by absorbing sound-energy and then releasing it. this is done consciously, and of course requires sound. if an audio ever found himself in absolute silence, he could simply make noise himself (barking etc.) and feed off the energy that he created by mechanical means.
—SPELLS!
mute – with practice, an audio can learn to absorb all sound within a certain radius in order to create a sphere of complete silence. this could be used to muffle his approach, confuse another wolf, limit an enemy’s senses, etc. he could also choose to allow a sound to travel a certain distance before absorbing it. this would allow for things such as private conversations or silenced killings. this skill takes focus, often making its usage short-lived.
displacement – low frequency, high amplitude. the audio creates a sound wave that can shift loose earth and cause creatures to be slightly disorientated. it is a high energy move, due to the power needed behind the wave to physically displace things. its uses are also limited by the creativity of the user. it takes thought to be able to put this one to use that is equal to the energy it requires.
whisper – audio wolves can manipulate the sound energy they release to take the form of certain noises and words. this is a simple feat that requires little effort so long as the sounds made are of low volume. the high the amplitude, the more energy required. for example, it would take a lot out of an audio to replicate a wolf’s howl, especially when compared to the effort required for a naturally-sung call. there are moments when such a sacrifice could prove strategic, however. this ability is all about trickery.
catatonia – with subtle manipulation that requires an immense amount of focus and energy, audios could effectively set a creature into a catatonic state. practice is crucial to mastering this technique, making it a taboo for some of the more soft-hearted of this element. it can be an extremely valuable thing to know however and so is often mandatory of audios who exist in an elevated position, such as alpha.
fear – high frequency, low amplitude. especially in relation to the other abilities known to audio wolves, this is an easy task to master. one simply creates horrific, high-pitched sounds. due to the higher frequency, less energy is needed to amp the volume, enabling it to be used often and at length. well-practiced, an audio can manipulate a series of these screeches to drive a creature into the shadows of paralyzing fear. some beasts are more susceptible to it than other, but if exposed to the sounds long enough, most any will succumb.
there's no sensation to compare with this
suspended animation, a state of bliss
can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, i.
REVEAL!
—NAME!
katie.
—AGE!
eighteen.
—EXPERIENCE!
nine years.
—OTHERS!
crystle & sabriel.
—SAMPLE!
there was a sobering effect to the catch of the wind in nets of leaves, the must of dirt and the cool of the shade. it lulled one to sleep, convinced them that no harm existed in the world that was meant for them. but the stimulus wasn’t enough. rest aside, theoktony was on the hunt. the prey? excitement. or one of his siblings, whichever he came across first. the islands were extensive, but he was limited to the main land mass. it was the one on which he had been born, and the one the alphas claimed their throne on. in all rights, every inch of it was his, and he knew this. each time the thought crossed his mind, his stubby legs shook with elation. this whelp was perfectly able to wrap his mind around the notion. such a moment struck him now as his thoughts raced to find an activity to focus on, and it was then that he realized that the other pieces of land strewn in the water close by were his as well.
that was the moment he decided on approaching the water to seek what belonged to him. those short legs traversed the terrain with relative easy, the brush pockmarked with rodent-sized paths created by the youth of the inu. the trails were written in theoktony’s heart, familiar as his mother’s scent. it was within short time of beginning his search that he stepped from scattered pine to sand that gave way beneath his soft paws. a distraction winged the wind, suddenly driving him to stumble faster through the unsteady silt. with a slip, tumble, and a joyful yelp, theoktony allowed himself to tackle-roll into his brother conclave. caught by surpise the other pup broke into squeals and barks. effectively, they wasted minutes tussling in the sand, pinning and nipping each other in all their brotherly affection.
“have you ever wondered,” theoktony mused after the two had settled down and seated themselves at the waves’ inconstant edge, “what the other islands are like?”
“no. they’re the same as this one, don’t you think?”
“they couldn’t be. they wouldn’t be there if that was true. …right?”
this suddenly-presented possibility disturbed little theoktony. what was the use of the islands if they didn’t present new opportunities? it was the final straw to push him toward that wild notion. he would visit those distant masses. he would see their offerings for himself, and he would determine their worth. if they complied with the cynical nature of his brother, then theoktony, in his influence as the future leader of the inu, would quickly dismiss the lands from the inu territory.
theoktony stepped forward, allowing the tide to soak his paws. conclave made his curiosity obvious and watched his brother without question. both had played in the waves before with their parents present, but they had yet to venture in the more tumultuous depths. in the name of exploration, the risk was worth it. theoktony continued, taking solid steps until it was impractical to reach for the sand below. kicking those limited legs with all his might, theoktony aimed his maw at the nearest island and propelled.
perhaps with more experience, either pup would have realized that the approaching storm they had been warned of that morning was closer than the clouds deceived. that knowledge would have come with a better aptitude for swimming, as well. the odds just weren’t for theoktony, on that day. he’d aimed to take a big step much too soon.
thunder swelled in the air, breaking loose in random bursts made even more sporadic by the waves lapping at theoktony’s ears to muffle the explosive sound. the wind ushered in the low-hanging clouds, catching the waves and lifting them up. the storm encircled the blotched white pup, and swallowed him. darkness over took the sky, while the surf pushed theoktony away from it, and away from the air.
there was no amount of energy one could fill his legs with to enable them to keep up with the horror closing in on him. he was pulled down, he was thrown to the side, he was sucked upward and he was forced into summersaults and tailspins. the physical sensation was overwhelming, but what beat loudest was the fear in his heart. it caused the muscle to pound the confines of chest, demanding it be let out to breathe. it was an easy feat for the sudden storm to convince the sea to drag theoktony down and suffocate him until his mind gave up and a screen of black overtook his consciousness.
there was an extended period of wasted time, of black space that couldn’t be permeated and couldn’t be made useful. it was, perhaps, what bothered him the most. there were no questions of death nor heaven, simply an overwhelming need to do, to be.
no prelude existed to the blue sun that opened his eyes. spherical and blinding, his coral eyes locked onto this stimulation desperately. he pressed his being to move, to implement action. a lack of feeling heralded a failed attempt. he wasn’t aware that he was successful, that he was actually thrashing with every ounce of power maintained in his young body.
“theo, stop that.” the words came like an air leak, a low hiss of sound that theoktony was so conditioned to obey that even in his blind distress, he heeded. shapes in his sights began to be registered, and more colors than just dodger blue were noticed. above him stood a clay-toned paladin, marked with the striking features of his father. the earth-rotted fur was dry by sight, but his scent carried traces of sea salt.
theoktony found his legs, the sensations of life spreading through his limbs and down into his tiny toes. he felt as though still enclosed in water as he rolled onto his stomach. supporting his own structure seemed to be an impossible feat for his worn body, but there was no show of this. he forced himself to his paws and began that well-rehearsed path, familiar as his mother’s scent. another adventure failed, but the toll it took on him was temporary. tomorrow, after all, was another day.
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