Post by Ahote on May 17, 2011 1:41:47 GMT -5
General
Name: Ahote - Restless One
Alias: None as of yet..
Species: Yagi
Gender: Male
Age: 6
Pack: Waiting on acceptance to the Knights of the Therian Order
Rank: Unknown as of yet
Physical
Height: 47 inches
Weight: 215 lbs
Appearance:
Ahote is an impressive figure of yagi masculinity. His coat appears to have an almost black coat, but if one was truly to look at his coat it is actually a deep green. Sprinkled throughout his coat are lighter shades of green, almost looking as though someone took a comb to his coat and spread different shades of green along his feet, back and around his eyes. Underneath this dark, swirled coat are bunches of muscles, painfully noticeable as he moves, making him a formidable predator. His coat is more than shaggy, and the addition of his sharp fangs make him truly look rough.
His voice is low, and gravely, as though the whispering through the night over stones. Very rarely does he even bother to speak, Ahote is often stand-offish with anyone whom he has no connection with. His eyes stare into the recesses of anyone’s soul, who dare to meet eyes with him and were colored a deep mix of bright yellow and green, and utterly reflective in the dark.
Lastly, as one last measure to make sure that Ahote would survive in any condition, or be able to defend himself against most attackers were the two horns against his skull. They were horns similar to a black buck (Antilope cervicapra), but raising and leaning back multiple inches behind his skull, seemingly twisting round and round. Two straighter horns protrude from the back of his hips, pointing back and downward for excellent defense should he choose to side-swipe an enemy or prey. Ahote was born for close, over-bearing combat, his enemy must be close, but once they are, there is no escape. He has a scar across the bottom of his maw, a testament that he has had his fair share of defending his life and the life of others.
Other: n/a
Mental
Strengths:
* Physically impressive and able to defend those whom he gives his loyalty to. Most often able to avoid a fight without striking a single blow simply by his imposing nature.
*Can be rather calming since he chooses not to use his voice all the time, his mere presence is able to calm even the most fiery of all tempers, except his own of course.
*Is very adaptable, not only can he lead, he can follow. Death, war, peace, and tranquility, he is an asset of all different types of situations. Although during times of peace he finds himself extremely bored and throws himself into tasks like hunting to exercise his energy and less…peaceful qualities.
Weaknesses:
*His demeanor often brings on more fights than he would care to explain. It seems the old adage was true, most try to take out the biggest, roughest looking one to make a reputation, and Ahote was often the one they felt they could make a reputation out of.
* His love for battle shines when he is involved in a fight for territory for what he claims as his, and even though he would try to remove himself from conflict when it does find him, he can go a slight tad overboard in proving his point.
* He doesn’t understand the idea of limits. He uses whatever tools at his disposal to get what he wants, from mates, to territory to rank. If it calls to violence or killing, he will. If it calls for lying and charm, then he will. The ends justify the means for Ahote.
Personality:
Ahote is a complex individual, however it is kept within a protected, silent package. Ahote is a master at getting what needs to be done, well done. From the time he was young he was depended on and he has seen failure, literally give way to death. Even within his gruff exterior, when he needs to he can turn the charm.. He will never be a sweetheart, or a downright sap but he can express positive as well as negative emotions. One thing Ahote may never be is playful, that was only tolerated for a short time within his life and that seems like a lifetime away. Ahote’s personality is one in which low rank in a pack is not suited for - He may tolerate it for a time, but he will do everything in his power to avoid it for any length of time. It is not that he minds the rank so much as he cannot tolerate being abused or spoken down to, it is simply not in his nature to accept such things. Also, because of his pride he also does not tolerate anyone attempting to help him, no matter the circumstance, he will co-operate for a hunt, or the betterment of his family or pack, but when it comes to serving his own needs he is strictly solitary.
History:
Ahote was born to a mother who was rather hard and disciplined and a father who was not much better. It seemed to Ahote that he and his brother (Whom his mother said was luckily to have lived from the time he came into the world) were left alone more than enough. As soon as they were weaned their mother was gone more and more and their father left them food, and left them to themselves. Entertainment came easily to Ahote and his brother, who took to wrestling with each other all over the den, and yipping and yowling as small teeth, and horns knocked into each other.
It was not soon after that their father began bringing in live prey for them to pounce and play with. Ahote had no problem ending the prey’s life, but his brother seemed to be more squeamish about killing. It did not seem to be a problem for Ahote, as he could always do it for him. They slept curled around each other, usually with their parents checking in on them.
What Ahote did not know at the time was, his parents were not watching them out of concern but to see who was going to live and who was going to die, and it was just that simple and black and white for them. Times were tough and pups were only accepted and kept alive if they could serve a purpose and so far Ahote was serving the only purpose. As they grew older and more prey was brought in, his brother began to kill but still had hesitation, while Ahote learned to quickly, and without any waiting take down prey. As they grew, his brother was larger, but Ahote seemed to be built better for what his parents had planned. They were raised with other wolves, but the others always kept their distance, as if they were cursed and everyone already knew it.
Finally, close to the second year alive, their parents took them on a hunt for deer. They were skulking around the grass, keeping low and scenting to make sure they were down wind. It was not low before each wolf was sprinting and gaining speed, getting ready to cut the weakest from the herd. As the deer huffed, trying to gain more breath into her lungs and run away from the pack snapping at her heels, she did not notice the small burrow beneath her feet. With a bone-cracking snap her leg turned the wrong way and remained, her absolute downfall. Ahote leapt on the animal’s back and speared her spine with his back horns, and with one final shuddering breath the animal fell, twisted leg high in the air. His brother had his mouth on the leg, but even as Ahote looked his parents way he could see their displeasure, but settled into the backside of the deer by his brother’s side, feeling protective. Just as they were tearing into the animal, a sudden noise got Ahote’s attention, a black bear was lumbering very close, smelling of female and young cubs. Ahote, knowing there was no way they could defend the carcass urged his brother to run, but his brother remained frozen in place, the beast towering over him. He watched as his parents did not look back as they ran to save their own lives. He grabbed his brother by the scruff and tried to pull him away, and managed to get a few feet before his brother howled in pain. The bear had him by the leg and was pulling him from Ahote’s grip. Terror and anger filled him as he tried to jump and spear the bear away from his brother. All he got for his courageous act was an angry bear who swept her claws over his muzzle, and soon he smelled blood.
He looked over to see his brother’s eyes roll up in his head, and as he backed up, he noticed the bear lumbering over to the deer, his teeth grabbed his brother and dragged him up the rocky slope, near the trees.
“Why….why couldn’t you just run!! You had to displease them!”
He believed that because his brother had displeased their parents that he was cursed to die, and now Ahote was alone. He spent the day sitting beside his brother, his eyes dry and angry. “They made you die..they killed you…” He left his brother after spending a long time making sure his body could not be found by that bear or anyone else. He found his way back to the den where his parents were sitting outside it, stone faced and impassive. As soon as he saw their uncaring, stone faces a snarl ripped through his muzzle.
“You let HIM DIE!” He snarled and leapt for them bother, shaking his body, raking his claws over both their eyes..”You never saw his appreciation for anything, you never knew him and you don’t know me!” His cries were getting attention, but no one interfered as he put his head to the ground and pushed his horns into his mother, effectively spearing her into the rock behind her. The small gasp of her last breath was taken from him by his father slashing his under belly with razor claws. He let out a roar of rage and bucked his back legs, effectively pushing his back horns into his father’s spine. There was no sound besides the sound of bone breaking underneath him. As he looked at their bleeding, broken bodies he snarled at anyone coming close, daring them to punish him for taking their lives. They were nothing, they did nothing while his brother died and he near met his end as well. Blood seeped down his underside and down his paws but he ignored the searing pain shooting up his spine. He ran blindly from the pack that supposedly “raised” him, and into the wilderness.
It would be two long years that Ahote spent lurking amongst the trees, avoiding bears, and killing what he needed to keep him alive. He moved from various animal dens that had been abandoned and lived on his own as a rogue for a while. He was always expecting his parents pack to hunt him down for their murder, but they never came and he could never quite figure out why they did not care if they were murdered, and why if they didn’t care for them were they allowed to stay within the pack and breed none the less. It was on a warm summer day where Ahote was laying on the grass when he heard someone coming. Snarling he sat up, the sound caught in his throat as he saw the most beautiful female he had ever seen, and she was staring right at him, her posture defensive and cautious. He sat up and shook himself off, slowly beginning to circle her. She hopped in front of him and smiled leaning down, “I have never seen you before, where are you from?” He tilted his head and looked at her slowly. “I am just a loner here, from over the ridge..” He turned to head away from her and she slowly followed him. For days she trailed him, simply being silent, and while he found her very annoying, her persistence was growing on him. They traveled together up and down, skirting the ridges of mountains, sleeping in the open during the day, and cuddled up at night in various abandoned dens. He began to feel close again, as he did with his brother, and he found himself becoming attracted to her, her silent ways, he gentle touches when she thought he was asleep. Soon enough nature took its course and he was a soon to be father.
She was to give birth in the spring of his fifth year of life and he was overjoyed. He hunted for her, took care of her, and showed signs of himself that he thought he had lost. Spring came, and with it, came the spring rains. She had chosen a den and began to nest and clean it, as he went out hunting. Rain began to pour down and even as he slipped, he managed to catch a few rabbits and other small animals. As he gathered them together and headed home hours later, he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw her climbing her way out of the flooded den. Dropping everything, he rushed to her side and sat by while she tried to cough and purge the water from her body. But the shock had brought on labor early and now, too early, three smaller than normal pups were expelled from her body, none of them breathing. He rushed to her side but he could see the pain in her eyes, and his own turned away as he tried to lick the small beings into livelihood. There was no use, between the early labor and wet, still cool air, the life had been stolen from them. She pushed him out of the way and moved the bodies to dispose of them. He lay by her for nights afterward, trying to comfort her, but not having enough experience within a mated or pack structure to know what to say. It seemed she was fading from grief, and Ahote who had lived with it, and his own murderous deeds, could live through it, even though he was heart broken, he kept it within himself. He couldn’t stop thinking that if he had been a member of a true pack, she would have been fine, and the pups would have lived…
One morning he tossed and turned, only to awaken and find himself alone, he sprang to his feet to try to find her, but as far as he searched and looked, she was nowhere to be found and he began to lose hope. Instead of continuously looking for her, he headed to the north where he hoped he could find some solace in some pack, his jaded life getting the better of him. Living alone, and suffering constant loss was making death follow him too closely. It was an opponent he could fight and a feeling he could not shake. As he made his way toward what he hoped was a new pack, he could not help but feel as though his mental and emotional scars were as prominent as his physical ones.
Other: N/a
Name: Ahote - Restless One
Alias: None as of yet..
Species: Yagi
Gender: Male
Age: 6
Pack: Waiting on acceptance to the Knights of the Therian Order
Rank: Unknown as of yet
Physical
Height: 47 inches
Weight: 215 lbs
Appearance:
Ahote is an impressive figure of yagi masculinity. His coat appears to have an almost black coat, but if one was truly to look at his coat it is actually a deep green. Sprinkled throughout his coat are lighter shades of green, almost looking as though someone took a comb to his coat and spread different shades of green along his feet, back and around his eyes. Underneath this dark, swirled coat are bunches of muscles, painfully noticeable as he moves, making him a formidable predator. His coat is more than shaggy, and the addition of his sharp fangs make him truly look rough.
His voice is low, and gravely, as though the whispering through the night over stones. Very rarely does he even bother to speak, Ahote is often stand-offish with anyone whom he has no connection with. His eyes stare into the recesses of anyone’s soul, who dare to meet eyes with him and were colored a deep mix of bright yellow and green, and utterly reflective in the dark.
Lastly, as one last measure to make sure that Ahote would survive in any condition, or be able to defend himself against most attackers were the two horns against his skull. They were horns similar to a black buck (Antilope cervicapra), but raising and leaning back multiple inches behind his skull, seemingly twisting round and round. Two straighter horns protrude from the back of his hips, pointing back and downward for excellent defense should he choose to side-swipe an enemy or prey. Ahote was born for close, over-bearing combat, his enemy must be close, but once they are, there is no escape. He has a scar across the bottom of his maw, a testament that he has had his fair share of defending his life and the life of others.
Other: n/a
Mental
Strengths:
* Physically impressive and able to defend those whom he gives his loyalty to. Most often able to avoid a fight without striking a single blow simply by his imposing nature.
*Can be rather calming since he chooses not to use his voice all the time, his mere presence is able to calm even the most fiery of all tempers, except his own of course.
*Is very adaptable, not only can he lead, he can follow. Death, war, peace, and tranquility, he is an asset of all different types of situations. Although during times of peace he finds himself extremely bored and throws himself into tasks like hunting to exercise his energy and less…peaceful qualities.
Weaknesses:
*His demeanor often brings on more fights than he would care to explain. It seems the old adage was true, most try to take out the biggest, roughest looking one to make a reputation, and Ahote was often the one they felt they could make a reputation out of.
* His love for battle shines when he is involved in a fight for territory for what he claims as his, and even though he would try to remove himself from conflict when it does find him, he can go a slight tad overboard in proving his point.
* He doesn’t understand the idea of limits. He uses whatever tools at his disposal to get what he wants, from mates, to territory to rank. If it calls to violence or killing, he will. If it calls for lying and charm, then he will. The ends justify the means for Ahote.
Personality:
Ahote is a complex individual, however it is kept within a protected, silent package. Ahote is a master at getting what needs to be done, well done. From the time he was young he was depended on and he has seen failure, literally give way to death. Even within his gruff exterior, when he needs to he can turn the charm.. He will never be a sweetheart, or a downright sap but he can express positive as well as negative emotions. One thing Ahote may never be is playful, that was only tolerated for a short time within his life and that seems like a lifetime away. Ahote’s personality is one in which low rank in a pack is not suited for - He may tolerate it for a time, but he will do everything in his power to avoid it for any length of time. It is not that he minds the rank so much as he cannot tolerate being abused or spoken down to, it is simply not in his nature to accept such things. Also, because of his pride he also does not tolerate anyone attempting to help him, no matter the circumstance, he will co-operate for a hunt, or the betterment of his family or pack, but when it comes to serving his own needs he is strictly solitary.
History:
Ahote was born to a mother who was rather hard and disciplined and a father who was not much better. It seemed to Ahote that he and his brother (Whom his mother said was luckily to have lived from the time he came into the world) were left alone more than enough. As soon as they were weaned their mother was gone more and more and their father left them food, and left them to themselves. Entertainment came easily to Ahote and his brother, who took to wrestling with each other all over the den, and yipping and yowling as small teeth, and horns knocked into each other.
It was not soon after that their father began bringing in live prey for them to pounce and play with. Ahote had no problem ending the prey’s life, but his brother seemed to be more squeamish about killing. It did not seem to be a problem for Ahote, as he could always do it for him. They slept curled around each other, usually with their parents checking in on them.
What Ahote did not know at the time was, his parents were not watching them out of concern but to see who was going to live and who was going to die, and it was just that simple and black and white for them. Times were tough and pups were only accepted and kept alive if they could serve a purpose and so far Ahote was serving the only purpose. As they grew older and more prey was brought in, his brother began to kill but still had hesitation, while Ahote learned to quickly, and without any waiting take down prey. As they grew, his brother was larger, but Ahote seemed to be built better for what his parents had planned. They were raised with other wolves, but the others always kept their distance, as if they were cursed and everyone already knew it.
Finally, close to the second year alive, their parents took them on a hunt for deer. They were skulking around the grass, keeping low and scenting to make sure they were down wind. It was not low before each wolf was sprinting and gaining speed, getting ready to cut the weakest from the herd. As the deer huffed, trying to gain more breath into her lungs and run away from the pack snapping at her heels, she did not notice the small burrow beneath her feet. With a bone-cracking snap her leg turned the wrong way and remained, her absolute downfall. Ahote leapt on the animal’s back and speared her spine with his back horns, and with one final shuddering breath the animal fell, twisted leg high in the air. His brother had his mouth on the leg, but even as Ahote looked his parents way he could see their displeasure, but settled into the backside of the deer by his brother’s side, feeling protective. Just as they were tearing into the animal, a sudden noise got Ahote’s attention, a black bear was lumbering very close, smelling of female and young cubs. Ahote, knowing there was no way they could defend the carcass urged his brother to run, but his brother remained frozen in place, the beast towering over him. He watched as his parents did not look back as they ran to save their own lives. He grabbed his brother by the scruff and tried to pull him away, and managed to get a few feet before his brother howled in pain. The bear had him by the leg and was pulling him from Ahote’s grip. Terror and anger filled him as he tried to jump and spear the bear away from his brother. All he got for his courageous act was an angry bear who swept her claws over his muzzle, and soon he smelled blood.
He looked over to see his brother’s eyes roll up in his head, and as he backed up, he noticed the bear lumbering over to the deer, his teeth grabbed his brother and dragged him up the rocky slope, near the trees.
“Why….why couldn’t you just run!! You had to displease them!”
He believed that because his brother had displeased their parents that he was cursed to die, and now Ahote was alone. He spent the day sitting beside his brother, his eyes dry and angry. “They made you die..they killed you…” He left his brother after spending a long time making sure his body could not be found by that bear or anyone else. He found his way back to the den where his parents were sitting outside it, stone faced and impassive. As soon as he saw their uncaring, stone faces a snarl ripped through his muzzle.
“You let HIM DIE!” He snarled and leapt for them bother, shaking his body, raking his claws over both their eyes..”You never saw his appreciation for anything, you never knew him and you don’t know me!” His cries were getting attention, but no one interfered as he put his head to the ground and pushed his horns into his mother, effectively spearing her into the rock behind her. The small gasp of her last breath was taken from him by his father slashing his under belly with razor claws. He let out a roar of rage and bucked his back legs, effectively pushing his back horns into his father’s spine. There was no sound besides the sound of bone breaking underneath him. As he looked at their bleeding, broken bodies he snarled at anyone coming close, daring them to punish him for taking their lives. They were nothing, they did nothing while his brother died and he near met his end as well. Blood seeped down his underside and down his paws but he ignored the searing pain shooting up his spine. He ran blindly from the pack that supposedly “raised” him, and into the wilderness.
It would be two long years that Ahote spent lurking amongst the trees, avoiding bears, and killing what he needed to keep him alive. He moved from various animal dens that had been abandoned and lived on his own as a rogue for a while. He was always expecting his parents pack to hunt him down for their murder, but they never came and he could never quite figure out why they did not care if they were murdered, and why if they didn’t care for them were they allowed to stay within the pack and breed none the less. It was on a warm summer day where Ahote was laying on the grass when he heard someone coming. Snarling he sat up, the sound caught in his throat as he saw the most beautiful female he had ever seen, and she was staring right at him, her posture defensive and cautious. He sat up and shook himself off, slowly beginning to circle her. She hopped in front of him and smiled leaning down, “I have never seen you before, where are you from?” He tilted his head and looked at her slowly. “I am just a loner here, from over the ridge..” He turned to head away from her and she slowly followed him. For days she trailed him, simply being silent, and while he found her very annoying, her persistence was growing on him. They traveled together up and down, skirting the ridges of mountains, sleeping in the open during the day, and cuddled up at night in various abandoned dens. He began to feel close again, as he did with his brother, and he found himself becoming attracted to her, her silent ways, he gentle touches when she thought he was asleep. Soon enough nature took its course and he was a soon to be father.
She was to give birth in the spring of his fifth year of life and he was overjoyed. He hunted for her, took care of her, and showed signs of himself that he thought he had lost. Spring came, and with it, came the spring rains. She had chosen a den and began to nest and clean it, as he went out hunting. Rain began to pour down and even as he slipped, he managed to catch a few rabbits and other small animals. As he gathered them together and headed home hours later, he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw her climbing her way out of the flooded den. Dropping everything, he rushed to her side and sat by while she tried to cough and purge the water from her body. But the shock had brought on labor early and now, too early, three smaller than normal pups were expelled from her body, none of them breathing. He rushed to her side but he could see the pain in her eyes, and his own turned away as he tried to lick the small beings into livelihood. There was no use, between the early labor and wet, still cool air, the life had been stolen from them. She pushed him out of the way and moved the bodies to dispose of them. He lay by her for nights afterward, trying to comfort her, but not having enough experience within a mated or pack structure to know what to say. It seemed she was fading from grief, and Ahote who had lived with it, and his own murderous deeds, could live through it, even though he was heart broken, he kept it within himself. He couldn’t stop thinking that if he had been a member of a true pack, she would have been fine, and the pups would have lived…
One morning he tossed and turned, only to awaken and find himself alone, he sprang to his feet to try to find her, but as far as he searched and looked, she was nowhere to be found and he began to lose hope. Instead of continuously looking for her, he headed to the north where he hoped he could find some solace in some pack, his jaded life getting the better of him. Living alone, and suffering constant loss was making death follow him too closely. It was an opponent he could fight and a feeling he could not shake. As he made his way toward what he hoped was a new pack, he could not help but feel as though his mental and emotional scars were as prominent as his physical ones.
Other: N/a
