fable
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Post by fable on Dec 18, 2010 11:40:20 GMT -5
∞ SUMMARY | large dark tabby tom; yellow eyes
∞ PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION | this is a tom who seems to get his way easily. powerful, muscular, and a great dark giant, he is no pushover to those around him who may try to get in his way. his size and shape is toned, muscular; worked out. he works hard, ensures himself strength and muscle, and does it all on his own. he has long, strong legs to hold up his wide frame. he isn't pudgy, by no means, for very few feral cats ever get to the pudgy size of a kittypet; but his muscle gives him a few extra pounds along his belly and sides. his frame is long, his body stretching a good length along what a normal cat may dream to be. great pride is taken by him for such a body. this tom has a long tail, and a full muzzle, unlike the completely flat, or the semi flat muzzles of most of the cats he is stuck with every day. this muzzle, however, may give him an odd look by standing around the other cats. complete muzzles aren't as common in cats as semi-muzzles. however, this is another source of pride for animus. it's not like he could ever hate his own physique, as so carefully sculpted by himself in his youth and training. he is not at all what he may once have been; a soft shelled, weak bodied cat. if he had a normal goal, would he have been so well toned?
his pelt is dark. extremely dark. perhaps it matches his soul. dark, mysterious, and hidden. non-existent, could also be used, but that wouldn't be too fair. animus is a dark brown tabby cat. the fur around his facial features is just a bit lighter than that of the surrounding body, but not much. darker brown can sometimes be considered black as it blends it wonderful tabby patterns all across his pelt. he shares the same 'm' on his forehead as many tabby cats. some consider the m to be a sign of 'master', of whatever it is a cat holds most dear; to him and his family, it is a sign of 'malevolence'. that's what his mother had always told him. he believed her. the fur on his lips and under his nose, and around his lips, for that matter, is all white. it's probably the lightest part of his pelt. any other lighter fur can be found on his chest and underbelly. the tom's fur is very thick, well grown, and set at a medium length that has been his own since he was a kit. it probably came from his father's side. the sire had thick fur as well, however, slightly longer than animus's. however, animus's pelt is more of his mother, nazar's pelt, and his body more of his father, alka's. however, this tom can be flexible.
his eyes are unknown whether to belong of his mother or of his father. his mother had green eyes, while his father had amber. perhaps the less common tone mixed with the more common to make an in between, a golden yellow with a dark glow to them that announced animus's presence. eyes should contain souls. maybe when he was a kit, they once had some soul to them, in his innocent, playful days, but he has long since learned how to cover that look and give the impression of a cruel and evil cat. perhaps he isn't that evil. his eyes can be thoughtful and warm if he would wish them to be. his eyes are wide, with a handsome curvature around the shape of them, with deep set black markings, set in like eyeliner around his eyes. like most cats, he has claws and teeth. his teeth are like any other cats- sharp, small, but grimly capable of killing and wounding. his claws are sharp, well curved, and well used. his are a sheen of silver, or a clear white that is shared by most felines. though his claws may have shed blood, you wouldn't know it now. blood is organic and will dissipate off the surface of a claw within a few days of it drying. some may claim blood stained claws, but those are impossible when made of such a texture as a feline's claws.
could you be more obscene?
∞ EYE COLOUR | yellow
∞ FUR COLOUR | brown; mostly dark with lighter shades here and their
∞ FUR LENGTH | medium
∞ FUR PATTERN | tabby
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∞ STATUS | no mate
∞ PERSONAL DESCRIPTION | animus isn't completely evil. perhaps he is just misguided, unknowing of many ways that could assist him in his search for justice. he has never been lenient, or understanding, and his idea of justice is only one sided. he never thinks about the vengeful feelings of someone else if they are not his own. to him, justice only works when he wants revenge. justice is cruel and unfair in his mind, but he feels it fair because it's fair to him. this said, he is not afraid to show his claws. battle is one of the requirements of life; as breathing is, you must fight to live. there is no doubt about it. he fights more than his fair share of surviving, but it was his choice, and his mother's, that he has set out on this journey. honour is something you earn, and you have to fight to earn it, otherwise it's nothing. only a fool follows another fool, such as the way of the clans who will follow a weakling who speaks well and talks proudly, but is just another doubtful fool on the inside. he tells himself he isn't such a cat. he doesn't follow anyone, because the world is made of fools. therefore, he must fight his way to a leading position. but that is not his ambition.
power means nothing to him. the only satisfaction he will get is when he sinks his claws in to his father's throat and watches the last emotions fading in his father's dying moments... watching him twitch and squirm in the grass like a pitiful worm, with the same fear that his mother once felt. animus thirsts for this goal... and to do away with all the others that hurt is mother, too.
love is poison. it's a crime. it blinds those would dreams and blocks them out until they turn in to dolls following one carelessly, no matter where he or she leads them, until there is no place left to go, and they will never find their way back because love has caught them by the ribs. love leads way in to foolish mistakes. he can't afford to make a mistake, especially for the sake of such a weak emotion as love. he wouldn't know the power and hunger of love, and the feeling of bliss that accompanies with it; because him, like many beleaguered toms out for revenge, has never felt it. perhaps if he found himself standing in one place for long would he find one that his heart would attach. but it is not for him. not yet. he will throw his life away to accomplish his goals, however irrational they may be. goals are more important than any emotion. goals are honourable.
the only cats he truly cares the well-being of are kits and she-cats. kits are gentle and innocent, and he will never shed their blood or make any forest run red with the untainted blood of the purely innocent. she-cats are in his mind, gentle creatures with compassion and sympathy. they are a perfect mix for a strong willed, sometimes cruel minded tom. he will not harm them. however, a murderous she-cat with a cruel mind is not a she-cat at all. only toms can be murderers, so a she-cat who kills, is a monster. his twisted mind sees only what he wishes it to see, and he blinds himself to everything more.
he tries not to look back at his past and anything of his kit-hood. that can distract him and change his goals, and though part of him tells him it would be okay to change his mind, he refuses to try. changing his mind would let his mother down.
animus is dark and cruel. he doesn't care about any cat but himself (with the exception of some she-cats and all kits). their lives are insignificant to him, and although he doesn't take a life for the fun of it, he will kill them if they get in his way. not because he thinks it's enjoyable, which he does not, but because they are blocking his way and he needs them to move. on occasion he may let a cat walk away. the more cats fear him, the more they will spread word to not mess with him. he doesn't always win. when he has lost, he is quick to flee, with a pride as hurt as a bird who has hit the ground. if someone has angered him, he lets them know. he doesn't lie. he comes right out and says so, and if they're too stupid to understand, he lets them feel first hand why he doesn't like to be misunderstood or annoyed, and he usually gets the point across that time.
you can hide behind your stories,
but don't take me for a fool
∞ FRIENDS | unknown
∞ ENEMIES | many
∞ LIKES | - honesty- believe it or not, this cat likes honesty over lies. he has been taught that honesty will get you further. lying is on the same scale as cowardice.
- intelligence- if a cat is stupid, they are annoying. if a cat is intelligent, he can work with them.
- she cats- this tom loves she-cats. they are worshiped in his mind. but in his mind, not all real females are she-cats. some qualify to be fools. and he doesn't like fools.
- night time- at night he obscure. his pelt blends in to the shadows with ease, not too black to be outlined, and not too light to shine. he hunts better in the darkness, for more than just prey.
∞ DISLIKES | - fools- anyone who can't pull their head out of their rear just for the simple process of common sense is a fool. they are useless and are too stupid to be manipulated. he leaves them alone. he doesn't have the time to waste on morons.
- love- love can slow him down and make his mission jangled. from what he has heard, love has done no one any good. revenge against love is the entire thing that made this tom.
- clans/groups- groups and clans can be hard to beat. he tries to keep to himself, and fighting a group of cat, although still with the possibility of winning, is hard to do, and he prefers to keep his distance. clan mates are too close, he sees.
- kits- kits are loud, annoying, carefree, and they make his heart melt at just the sight of them. he hates that weakness, but he loves kits so much that he can't stand them. they are so adorable and soft, and he would give his life to protect any kit, because kits are wonderful, and it is an honour to defend a life too fragile to take care of its own. but they slow him down. and he can't bare with the distractions.
∞ IDEALS | honour & honesty & will
∞ FEARS | dying &/or failing his mother
∞ GOAL | to ensure the deaths of his father and the others who have betrayed his mother- and anyone who gets in the way.
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∞ FAMILY |
• mother: nazar ; deceased
• father: alka ; alive. whereabouts unknown
∞ ORIGIN | outlands
∞ HISTORY | animus was born in a land far from the forest of the clans, but such like the forest that it is a surprise the clans haven't traveled to find new lands. he was born in the opposite side of the twoleg place, in a forest untouched by clans or rogue groups who try to force everyone to believe and live the way they live. however, even with this fortune, animus was never destined to live a normal life, not because of his own choices, but because of fate and the past.
his mother was nazar, a beautiful she-cat well loved in the forest where many rogues and loners lived. although they were not clans or groups, many of the cats ran in to each other from time to time. nazar was well respected by males, mostly for her good looks. her dark brown fur was revered, and her creamier light markings gave her a different look than some of the others. she grew up as a strong willed cat, though, and rarely gave a male the time of day.
his father is alka, a strong willed, black and white tom with amber eyes. the tom was huge, with a powerful body and great strength. he was feared by the other cats in the forest. he had his eye on nazar, though, despite the females who obviously cared for him. when nazar refused to willingly give him what he wanted, he and his friends found her out in the forest and he took it.
nazar became a beast of a cat that day, always angry and vengeful and filled with spite. when her kit was born, her only thoughts were to kill her son. but she couldn't. something else was born that day. her son; and her plan. she could see her strong bodied son as her vengeful little menace, the one who would satisfy her hate and her jealousy and her pain and to put his father and his tom friends where they belonged. they had wronged her, and they would pay. when he would sleep, she would whisper dark words in to his ears that would make the nightmares come, and she never spoke them away or told him that the monsters weren't real. his nightmares become his reality, and all around he saw the monsters, and his mother told him he didn't have to be afraid of them. for he was a monster too and he could beat any other monster who stood in his way. filled with desperation to make his mother proud, and to make her approve of him, he took in everything she said and molded it inside his heart. i am a monster, he thought, and although others may have felt shame at such a thought, he felt pride.
throughout his youth, he was taught by his mother about his father and his friends, and of what they did to her. naturally protective and loving of his mother, he was infuriated at those who harmed her. he learned to fight, hunt for himself, and to feel only what is necessary to survive. honesty was one of them.
unfortunately his mother would never live to see the day animus would avenge her wrongdoers. greencough struck, and as hard as animus struggled to save her, he hadn't been trained to use herbs, and he could only watch her life wither away with the leaves of leaf-bare. nazar wouldn't see another spring. angrier than ever, animus left his home in search of his father. he traveled far, through the twolegplace, where a tip from a rogue that was friends with alka said he would be; before animus killed the rogue. a friend of his father's was no friend of his. he could very well be one of the group that had harmed his mother, and he was taking no chances of letting that tom live to get away with it. not after she had died.
twolegplace was difficult. twolegs roamed around treating him and other cats like garbage, acting as though they weren't allowed to live their lives and kicking them off the only place where they could get through the city; the thunderpaths. the thunderpaths had an odd effect on animus. though he could care less about the cats who bothered him, seeing the bodies of cats killed by monsters on the thunderpath disturbed him. they brought him more nightmares. his hatred of twolegs grew with each passing moment in their stinking home.
it seemed forever by the time he reached the edge and found himself standing at the edge of another forest. he went in to the forest, thinking the scent markers only as the warning markers of a rogue's den, such as they had been in his own forest. when he was challenged by a group of cats, he was rightfully indignant, angry, and bewildered.
the clans were arrogant. the first time he met them they acted as though he should know who they were even though he came from a distant home, as though their existence was one godly. he taught them a lesson. even warriors, as they called themselves, weren't all so great as they acted. he left clan territory, glad to be in his own little area with only the simple rogues and loners around. his search continued.
the rogue group never bothered him; never chased him off his territory. they never cared if he was their or gone. he didn't bother them, and they didn't bother him. he almost enjoyed their existence. they were actually decent cats.
when everything changed, he watched in the distance as bloodied cats fled from the rogue groups. amazed, he heard from some of the survivors of the she-cat whom had caused all of this. what was the point?! he thought in disgust. not cats were dead, more injured, and now he was unwelcome in his home because of a single greedy cat. that bothered him. not enough to do something about it, though. it was moons later when he found his father; in a group. his disgust deepened, but he did not attack. there was no way he could slaughter them all on his own... he turned his sights to the group. maybe if he gained their just, he could get help in return... yes, that was just another obstacle.
i can't bite my tongue forever
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