Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2013 18:43:04 GMT -6
Name: Mulds Shadowsoul
Age: lost track after 400
Gender: male
Hight: 5' 11"
Weight: 165lb
back story: mulds is young for his kinds age, being one of the last of the Great greys (timber wolf kinto) mulds has taken it upon him self that he up hold his lost race's standards, taking on the role of his ancestors he hunted for many years, killing with only his claws and fangs, after wards he realized something, the reason his race died out is because they refused new ideas.
while sleeping on night mulds hear voices call to him, go to the great tree and break a root they said. the great tree was something the greys placed above them selves, it was said to be the resting place of their "god" that when he was deal a killing blow from the tip of a humans sword he turned in to the great tree and impaled the human with the branches.
mulds did as the voices commanded and broke one of the roots the root was the perfect bow, he strung it as if it had been made by the old gods them selves.
he set off leaving his old life behind.
A few years later
Mulds was hunting in the forest one night when he herd a female wolf calling ~mulds licked his paws and slicked back his mane~
"this shall be fun" ~mulds began running towards the sound.
mulds realized that this wasnt the sound of a female wolf in heat but a female wolf in danger!, mulds paws hit the forset floor with such speed that he nearly hit a tree or two.
two humans were hunting this poor wolf, chasing her with sharp sticks. mulds being the apex of the forest tackled one of the humans a slit his neck open with his claws, mulds ran after the next one till he turned around an stabbed mulds in the hind leg *snap* mulds broke the stick like a well stick~ mulds growled "tiss none but a flesh wound, now die scum!" mulds tackled the human with his paws on his face tearing the flesh from the bone" ~mulds stepped off the mangled corpse and let out a howl of victory!~ "my fair she wolf where have you gone?"
{i am right here, and my name is Lupa} said lupa {and thank you for saving me... but im afraid there will be more do you know where i can hid for a night or too? some place underground?}
mulds replied "you can stay with me at my den it far into the forest that none may find you and has enough food for three wolves... i mean so far there is only us but.. yeah" {well well arnt you a little antsy?}
4 years later
"lupa, im going out hunting for food for the morning ok?"
{fine dear just dont be too long}
"ok ill be back before sun rise"
mulds hunted for hours with no luck of finding anything but rabbits "always damn rabbits why cant i hunt anything big enough to eat for a few days?, i will find a deer before morning!"
~mulds hunted till sunrise and oh boy did he find a deer, a huge buck he dragged it back to his den to see smoke... and flames, mulds droped the deer and ran but it was too late mulds mate was gone and so was his pup.... "nooooooo!!!!!!!!!" ~mulds let out a high picthed howl~ mulds was now ready to kill anything that crossed his path, friend or foe, mulds hunted for his mate day in and day out untill he cam across a human encampment... that when he saw his pup in a cage and his mates skin on someones back... mulds still to this day doesnt know how he survived fighting 4 men but thought rage and fury he did, he killed the first two easy, the third took some time but the forth ran with his son and with the skin and stabbed mulds in the hind legs, mulds couldnt run but it didnt stop him from trying.
the man got on a horse and fled with his son and his mate... mulds vowed to find his man with the skin of his mate and his pup. the last known place the man was seen... Wildgard a northern encampment with many kintu , a place he could be safe or so he thought.
After he that he found himself in a state of depression and living in a small forest near a village although there was an orc encampment nearby their daily "raids" didn't do much (more or less throwing stones are the humans).
"HEAR ME KINTU OF THE FOREST" some one shouted.
'THE HUMANS AND THE ORCS ARE GOING TO LIGHT THE FOREST ABLAZE" said the same voice. but mulds didn't care her was tired, he was alone and he curled up into his bed and fell back asleep to the sound of swords clashing.
When he awoke to find no light and having to gasp for a simple breath of air he froze.
"am i going to die here? like this?" he shouted.
'no i must get out' he thought quietly he light a candle and found where his den had caved in then began to dig upwards. Light brust through a hole about the size of this big black nose.
"fresh... air..." he said as he continued digging. but as he came up out of the hole he saw exactly what the other kintu has said his forest, his home burning to the ground, along with both the humans and the orcs encampments.
Age: lost track after 400
Gender: male
Hight: 5' 11"
Weight: 165lb
back story: mulds is young for his kinds age, being one of the last of the Great greys (timber wolf kinto) mulds has taken it upon him self that he up hold his lost race's standards, taking on the role of his ancestors he hunted for many years, killing with only his claws and fangs, after wards he realized something, the reason his race died out is because they refused new ideas.
while sleeping on night mulds hear voices call to him, go to the great tree and break a root they said. the great tree was something the greys placed above them selves, it was said to be the resting place of their "god" that when he was deal a killing blow from the tip of a humans sword he turned in to the great tree and impaled the human with the branches.
mulds did as the voices commanded and broke one of the roots the root was the perfect bow, he strung it as if it had been made by the old gods them selves.
he set off leaving his old life behind.
A few years later
Mulds was hunting in the forest one night when he herd a female wolf calling ~mulds licked his paws and slicked back his mane~
"this shall be fun" ~mulds began running towards the sound.
mulds realized that this wasnt the sound of a female wolf in heat but a female wolf in danger!, mulds paws hit the forset floor with such speed that he nearly hit a tree or two.
two humans were hunting this poor wolf, chasing her with sharp sticks. mulds being the apex of the forest tackled one of the humans a slit his neck open with his claws, mulds ran after the next one till he turned around an stabbed mulds in the hind leg *snap* mulds broke the stick like a well stick~ mulds growled "tiss none but a flesh wound, now die scum!" mulds tackled the human with his paws on his face tearing the flesh from the bone" ~mulds stepped off the mangled corpse and let out a howl of victory!~ "my fair she wolf where have you gone?"
{i am right here, and my name is Lupa} said lupa {and thank you for saving me... but im afraid there will be more do you know where i can hid for a night or too? some place underground?}
mulds replied "you can stay with me at my den it far into the forest that none may find you and has enough food for three wolves... i mean so far there is only us but.. yeah" {well well arnt you a little antsy?}
4 years later
"lupa, im going out hunting for food for the morning ok?"
{fine dear just dont be too long}
"ok ill be back before sun rise"
mulds hunted for hours with no luck of finding anything but rabbits "always damn rabbits why cant i hunt anything big enough to eat for a few days?, i will find a deer before morning!"
~mulds hunted till sunrise and oh boy did he find a deer, a huge buck he dragged it back to his den to see smoke... and flames, mulds droped the deer and ran but it was too late mulds mate was gone and so was his pup.... "nooooooo!!!!!!!!!" ~mulds let out a high picthed howl~ mulds was now ready to kill anything that crossed his path, friend or foe, mulds hunted for his mate day in and day out untill he cam across a human encampment... that when he saw his pup in a cage and his mates skin on someones back... mulds still to this day doesnt know how he survived fighting 4 men but thought rage and fury he did, he killed the first two easy, the third took some time but the forth ran with his son and with the skin and stabbed mulds in the hind legs, mulds couldnt run but it didnt stop him from trying.
the man got on a horse and fled with his son and his mate... mulds vowed to find his man with the skin of his mate and his pup. the last known place the man was seen... Wildgard a northern encampment with many kintu , a place he could be safe or so he thought.
After he that he found himself in a state of depression and living in a small forest near a village although there was an orc encampment nearby their daily "raids" didn't do much (more or less throwing stones are the humans).
"HEAR ME KINTU OF THE FOREST" some one shouted.
'THE HUMANS AND THE ORCS ARE GOING TO LIGHT THE FOREST ABLAZE" said the same voice. but mulds didn't care her was tired, he was alone and he curled up into his bed and fell back asleep to the sound of swords clashing.
When he awoke to find no light and having to gasp for a simple breath of air he froze.
"am i going to die here? like this?" he shouted.
'no i must get out' he thought quietly he light a candle and found where his den had caved in then began to dig upwards. Light brust through a hole about the size of this big black nose.
"fresh... air..." he said as he continued digging. but as he came up out of the hole he saw exactly what the other kintu has said his forest, his home burning to the ground, along with both the humans and the orcs encampments.