Post by JxSlaughter on Mar 18, 2011 2:23:32 GMT -5
Species: Timber Wolf [Infected with an inknag]
Appearance: Typical wolf, except bigger. Generally very light grey over-all, with darker mixes of various grays on the back side, from the back of the head, to the tip of the tail. Black highlights on the ends of darker grey shades. A generally white face with light tan on the nose's bridge and around the eyes. Light tan around the shoulders, and thigh of the leg, and the rest of the legs, and belly are dominantly white. Typical wolf eyes, golden pupils, black lens. Fur may look thinner during warm seasons.
Height from ground to shoulder: 3.5 feet/106.68 cm.
Length including tail: 6.5 ft./198.12 cm.
Psychological Significance:
People who live with canines, whether tame or wild, tend to think of the animals as humans, and treat them as such, without recognizing the their worlds are completely different-- that reactions are instinctual, set-in by nature’s plan to forever achieve equilibrium in the animal world. Nature will not see it otherwise, or adhere to human faults. Canines are pack animals. They need leaders. A leader is a being that sets the rules, boundaries, and limitations.
In the human world, many people seek freedom, but their freedom means chaos. Not by the destruction of nature, but by the destruction of the discipline and balance though psychological means. A canine will do whatever they want, if you agree to it. But if you take the step to dominate them, they take it just as well-- after the initial clash to test your role. Human emotions and ideals keep humans from realizing this.
A wolf won’t kill a human out of hate because it isn’t “free” in the wild, but because their new leader won’t direct them on how to live, because they take direction from a leader to survive in the wild, to survive life. Freedom comes from the choice to choose balance, over chaos. In the pack, the animals will always choose balance. That is being “free”. Without boundaries, there is no freedom. That is their world. Bounderies to follow, and leaders to direct is the unwritten, unbroken law of the pack.
Humans have the choice between freedom and chaos. It is God’s intention. Humans are the only beings that can, and will, chose chaos over freedom. They have lost the sense of what is freedom, because they can rationalize, to choose logic over primal instincts; to choose imagination over nature’s intention.
The Character:
This wolf is not an ordinary wolf. But a wolf that has both rationalizing power, and the forced balance of nature. His instinctual side is constantly pushing away the ideals of human imagination, but both sides are seeking to dominate the mind. Uncertain if there is any mental power over either, each side comes and goes with random dominating periods, and many times, it happens at the same time.
**NEW: Now recently, with a fight against a monster in the forest, has lead to a third mind. This parasite continually makes the wolf more intelligent, mixing in some powers of its own to protect its host.
The Fantasy:
Many wolves with intelligent minds dominantly see the world with human psychology; Holding on to anger, never forgiving, remembering objects and animate beings by name, rationalizing, thinking before reacting, feeling sorry, giving pity, and several behaviors other than the ones listed. It is possible that this wolf hasn’t taken that entire leap forward, to take the mental step past animal, past canine, and unto the human state of mind. Will the animal side of him ever take a hold of him entirely, or will the human imagination take over?
The Name:
Human psychology: Humans give animate and inanimate objects names. No matter what they do the name is the same. Whatever name is given to him, that will be.
Pack psychology: In the pack, you are what your energy an action is at the moment. Because of this, the character has no name.
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Origin of the Mind
A bite didn’t mean breaking the skin, it was just a tool [just as apes used their hands, and an elephant used their trunks], and being mostly muscle it didn’t ever hurt much. As a teen I tested the pack, to see what I could get away with and what I couldn’t. They were fast to react. A warning- teeth and growls, if no compliance, I got the bite- the consequence. Growling and teeth are our main means of communication. If there was ever such strong defiance, the bite would match the level of defiance. It didn’t feel like long ago before I gained this experience.
It started when the leader or alpha showed signs of weakness. It started during the last kill of winter. Father didn’t tell a new pack member to back away from the kill. Even though he was now old, he was always mentally strong. Rarely would he be challenged, and he always won when he was. Our places in the pack were set for years, but one instance was all it took to turn the tides. Father was supposed to show him the boundary. The invisible line that no one should pass, and the kill that was his claim until he was finished with it. Since he didn't, he was weak this moment, and nature’s drive called for a leader, it called for boundaries and rules. They passed growls, and in a moment a fight broke out. The ritual, made me greatly uneasy.
I and a few others stayed behind, as the ones with the higher energy closed in on father. The newer pack member that wasn’t part of our family, started to draw blood from our father. The others merely supported the stranger's state of mind, while I felt uncertain. Many things mentally started to stir up, and the two ideals clashed at the same time. Because I could tell, that father was losing the battle.
Nature: There is no room for the weak here, no matter what happened in the past. Father should not continue leading, because he was now the weakest. The pack must stay strong, to survive. [It is necessary, or else it wont be long before inbreeding would cause the end of the pack.]
Emotion: He is our father, are we going to let some stranger lead us just because he is more forceful and because he has more youth?
Even though nature’s logic made sense to me, the emotion behind father's existence was just as strong.
At that moment I stood between the new member and the family, and our loyal leader, sideways, not to produce more fighting. In a moment it was as if time stood still, I reflected my strong sense of presence and everyone around me stopped everything. Father was lying on one side, submitting to the new member already before I intruded. I breathed heavily, as I realized then, that something was wrong-- I saw dad, so calm, so ready for change, ready for a new leader. By stoping the ritual, I was rejecting nature’s ideal for my own. I wanted corrections to be unnecessary—I looked at dad again, I looked at his peace, and now I felt insecure and afraid of his world and the new world in my mind. With that thought I was corrected with a bite from our new leader. Insecurities are not tolerated in nature; there was no room for such compilations. I should have submitted, but I didn’t, I couldn’t allow him to get away from drawing blood from father. He was a stranger. I couldn’t let it go. Then the rest of the pack attacked me, for I was fixated on something that wasn’t intended in nature. I was fighting against boundaries, against laws. Father wasn’t owned by me, but I felt entitled to protect him. But in this world, I had no right. Pain surged from all over, I was supposed to submit, but I couldn’t allow myself. I fled as soon as enough grip left my flesh.
Two of the members chased me, my brother and my sister, I wasn’t sure what they intended, my mind was clouded from the clash of emotions and teeth. At this point I denied my instincts. There is no room for me to be with them, I’m now the weakest. I can’t be with them anymore. I’m not like them.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.