Post by Nakisai on Oct 14, 2011 21:53:49 GMT -5
In an unforgiving world. Nakisai had been abandoned by a notorious mother; his dame, lead warrior in a war bitten pack. His father left for dead, and feared for the worst. His blood pack burdened with war, pain and torment. Ditched to die in a villainous graveyard for 'protection'. Nakisai learned, quickly how to survive with beasts much stronger then himself. Food was infrequent, the only other provisions? Other creatures: Canines. Learning to fight at an early age, Nakisai took on an emotionless persona, drinking the blood of wolven counterparts with sadistic enjoyment. Never shown the ways of positive karma.
Nakisai was educated in the blackest of hearts. The blood of hell-bitten canines seemed to awaken a horrendous monster of his own. As Nakisai drank, and the longer he was stuck in a perilous atmosphere, the stronger Nakisai became. His instincts to survive among the damned increased, and his thirst for blood increased. He grew, to an impressive size for such a young lad.
The graveyard was created by human waste, and encased in an electric fence for miles. If that wasn't enough, it was infested with hellish beasts. Locked away, concealed from the world. A human's sick way of ridding life they helped craft. For two years of his immature life. Nakisai remained inside the hell. Fighting, brawling. But, he had made certain 'friends'. Awkward beasts disillusioned with human temperament. Quickly, the two found Nakisai to be their leader. Fighting their way up in the ranks of this disgusting land. Until, they met the king of hell himself. A gigantic creature fanned with darkness.
It was time to take that title for himself. So, the three fought. Apocal and Aaiden, his loyal sidekicks, baring their fangs for freedom to roam the earth. Hours passed, the battle raged on. Blood sprayed, and fell painting the cement scarlet, fuelling Nakisai's desire. Finally, the battle had been won. The massive beast slammed into the electric wall, burst into flames, and signalled a new light for the three. They were free. Apocal said good bye to Aaiden and Nakisai, promising one day to return to them wherever the vast world may take the two.
(Story from here, was all RP'ed through Nakisai's history with real people.)
Nakisai and Aaiden traveled through distant lands, learning the ways of the forest, their upbeat training on survival making no one their masters. Quickly they learned the land of freedom was easier than they thought. Manipulating, and scheming where they saw fit. They fought, and brawled anyone to cross their temperaments. Aaiden's crocodile-like jaws found fun in eating the young. A baby snatcher. Soon, Nakisai was rumoured to be the beast of the forest. Coming out to play only in the night, to feed that ache. To feast on canine flesh. His black coat unmatched, as it grew and thickened into an impenetrable fortress. Aaiden eventually wanted to make a name for his own, and said goodbye to Nakisai, promising his dark best friend, he'd be back to find him. Nakisai and Aaiden parted ways.
Nakisai was the grand age of three, and still growing, his coat thickened like a royal cape, and his pupiless eyes were harsh with blood lust. He was emotionless. Nakisai knew no end to his rage, this unstoppable lust for chaos. He found he had a gift of a photographic memory, and mapped out each area he had been. Being stuck in hell made Nakisai hesitant of that fate, he never want to be trapped in any enclosure, ever again. The world was his new play ground, he would never be tamed. He traveled for days and weeks, his form filling out in even more muscle as he grew, his immature form was already muscular with strength from learning to fight tirelessly. But now, Nakisai quickly came to realize, his massive frame needed these muscles in order to move swiftly. He would have to train them to move fast; so speed would not be his downfall like the King of the graveyard. He trained, against anything that bared their fangs at Nakisai, sparring or killing, it didn't matter his mind was lustful for knowledge of this world and its secrets. He would learn them all, even if it killed him. His reputation seemed to get him in trouble. His devious intellect fed on the flesh and bones of weak packs or nomads. Apparently this was not smiled upon and Nakisai was hunted. Perfect training.
For another year, Nakisai fought through idiot canines, hunting him with arrogance of their own worth. He was now four. He had learned to keep silent, and leave quickly. He was never in one land for more than a week or so, he traveled through hot lands, sandy land, wintery landscapes. He added to his knowledge of this earth. He was now the king of shadows. Standing now at full height of 6ft. He was a moving castle, intimidating, smart, cunning, and lethal. He had calmed his blood lust. Again, Nakisai had learned that his undying rage needed a cap. A lid, and a purpose. Thrill killing wasn't good enough for his appetite anymore.
Nakisai could smell war on a tiny pack, and so, his massive paws carried him to a land named Order of the Wolf. He was quickly not welcomed to the small pack, but his disgusting grin caused a silence. "Let me help you. Hire me as your assassin..." The pack leader, wounded agreed, and Nakisai bowed to the weak leader. Finally, a purpose. Nakisai went, and slaughtered 'Delleut, Gnashed, and Vixious' he took them on where they stood, and they fall prey to Nakisai's jowls. He brought back his kills to the weak alpha, and went on his way. Soon, Nakisai was called upon as an assassin for hire. He killed for anyone who whispered to this creature of the night, he was run out of Wolves Moon heaven for thrill killing, but, he got his job done. Quickly he was found by the infamous hyena Snap, and she dared Nakisai into battle. Nakisai quickly agreed, a fight for his life was something he had always wanted! He fought the queen, and earned her respect. Nakisai's reputation grew.
He traveled as an assassin, and was finally curious, what was it like to be inside a pack? He had never truly known, and of course his lust of knowledge couldn't let that be! So, Nakisai decided to find a pack, and enlist. He found one called Sawtooth, and served as their warrior. He analyzed how it was run, and how attitudes of others collided. He made it up in the ranks and became their silent beta. So, this was 'family'? It was dreary. Nakisai lost interest, and left the pack, he had studied well, and was content in his knowledge of packs, but he still wanted to increase his resume. Nakisai again became warrior of Zompist, lost interest and became assassin of Vanity. He found pack life to be less exciting but necessary. Soon, Nakisai left Vanity, and traveled to a new land.
Finally, half a year later, Nakisai met up with his old dear friend Aaiden, in a wintery land called Alaska Wolven Woodlands. He noticed Aaiden too had grown, and the two caught up for a few days. Aaiden's harsh nature calmed by Nakisai's intimidating and 'seemingly' passive one. But, it wasn't enough when Aaiden's jaws got the two in trouble. A pack controlled by their new alpha was victim to Aaiden's pup-killing abilities. He was trapped in their den, surrounded by snarling members. Nakisai freely entered their den without fear to the pitiful members who bared their fangs at Nakisai. Aaiden greeted him with a wag of his massive tail, and mocked the alpha, that she was going to get it now. He was right. Nakisai dared the alpha into a fight, and 'Hemotoxin' was killed, their pack members mourning her death and calling Nakisai very rude names. His emotionless heart didn't give a shit. Nakisai was bored with life, and decided, to make things a game. He told all that they were now under his control. Three attempted to flee.. and were killed. What surprised Nakisai was a tawny female. Shatrina, who was meek, but stood up to the giant male. Impressed, Nakisai let her and her family live, capturing them as prisoners of war.
Shatrina and the rest of the pack who didn't flee followed Nakisai hesitantly through the snowy lands. They travelled as his prisoners of war for quite some time. No one dared to leave – for fear of Nakisai’s dominating wrath. They had seen the ‘passive’ canine snap. It wasn’t pretty; to them at least Nakisai saw it as art. The way his snarl coiled through their ears like a ravenous dragon- was warning enough. They had seen him kill and paint the purity of the white snow crimson. Disgustingly Aaiden would chew on the victim’s skulls and carry it with him on their pointless journey.
It wasn’t long before word spread through the frozen landscape that a large wolf as black as night had kidnapped many victims and was holding them all hostage under his command. He became ‘the big bad wolf’; the story that mother’s told their children to get them to heed their words. Unfortunately this wasn’t a story and Nakisai was having quite a good time.
Foolishly, some dared to challenge Nakisai to free his rightfully owned prisoners.
No one survived.
Eventually, Nakisai settled with his ‘captives’. Some had oddly settled in and accepted Nakisai and Aaiden. Nakisai at least fed them, protected them (granted from other wolves trying to save them) and ironically he had become their leader. Those who refused his food died, and those who accepted his law survived.
The word of Nakisai’s power had also attracted other misfit canines- most who wanted to join his fun for blood, some joined Nakisai out of fear of being attacked next. It didn’t matter. Now Nakisai had a ‘crew’.
--
Nakisai’s Crew was renamed to The Crew and was made official. No longer did he have any hostages. Everyone followed his influence willingly. Nakisai was now the King of Shadows. The legendary Alpha of the infamous Crew. His misfits now were the top of the food chain.
Loyalty, Power, Legend.
The Crew dominated for generations around many different lands, doing what they pleased and chasing lesser wolves out of their homes. Their chaos was as infamous as it was terrifying. With countless members, it was simple. Nakisai lead ferociously and those who showed the King loyalty received a seat at council. His equals.
One day. Nakisai silently faded into the jaws of hell – never to be seen again.
Thus the Legend and Rein of The Crew faded to become just a story.
Nakisai was educated in the blackest of hearts. The blood of hell-bitten canines seemed to awaken a horrendous monster of his own. As Nakisai drank, and the longer he was stuck in a perilous atmosphere, the stronger Nakisai became. His instincts to survive among the damned increased, and his thirst for blood increased. He grew, to an impressive size for such a young lad.
The graveyard was created by human waste, and encased in an electric fence for miles. If that wasn't enough, it was infested with hellish beasts. Locked away, concealed from the world. A human's sick way of ridding life they helped craft. For two years of his immature life. Nakisai remained inside the hell. Fighting, brawling. But, he had made certain 'friends'. Awkward beasts disillusioned with human temperament. Quickly, the two found Nakisai to be their leader. Fighting their way up in the ranks of this disgusting land. Until, they met the king of hell himself. A gigantic creature fanned with darkness.
It was time to take that title for himself. So, the three fought. Apocal and Aaiden, his loyal sidekicks, baring their fangs for freedom to roam the earth. Hours passed, the battle raged on. Blood sprayed, and fell painting the cement scarlet, fuelling Nakisai's desire. Finally, the battle had been won. The massive beast slammed into the electric wall, burst into flames, and signalled a new light for the three. They were free. Apocal said good bye to Aaiden and Nakisai, promising one day to return to them wherever the vast world may take the two.
(Story from here, was all RP'ed through Nakisai's history with real people.)
Nakisai and Aaiden traveled through distant lands, learning the ways of the forest, their upbeat training on survival making no one their masters. Quickly they learned the land of freedom was easier than they thought. Manipulating, and scheming where they saw fit. They fought, and brawled anyone to cross their temperaments. Aaiden's crocodile-like jaws found fun in eating the young. A baby snatcher. Soon, Nakisai was rumoured to be the beast of the forest. Coming out to play only in the night, to feed that ache. To feast on canine flesh. His black coat unmatched, as it grew and thickened into an impenetrable fortress. Aaiden eventually wanted to make a name for his own, and said goodbye to Nakisai, promising his dark best friend, he'd be back to find him. Nakisai and Aaiden parted ways.
Nakisai was the grand age of three, and still growing, his coat thickened like a royal cape, and his pupiless eyes were harsh with blood lust. He was emotionless. Nakisai knew no end to his rage, this unstoppable lust for chaos. He found he had a gift of a photographic memory, and mapped out each area he had been. Being stuck in hell made Nakisai hesitant of that fate, he never want to be trapped in any enclosure, ever again. The world was his new play ground, he would never be tamed. He traveled for days and weeks, his form filling out in even more muscle as he grew, his immature form was already muscular with strength from learning to fight tirelessly. But now, Nakisai quickly came to realize, his massive frame needed these muscles in order to move swiftly. He would have to train them to move fast; so speed would not be his downfall like the King of the graveyard. He trained, against anything that bared their fangs at Nakisai, sparring or killing, it didn't matter his mind was lustful for knowledge of this world and its secrets. He would learn them all, even if it killed him. His reputation seemed to get him in trouble. His devious intellect fed on the flesh and bones of weak packs or nomads. Apparently this was not smiled upon and Nakisai was hunted. Perfect training.
For another year, Nakisai fought through idiot canines, hunting him with arrogance of their own worth. He was now four. He had learned to keep silent, and leave quickly. He was never in one land for more than a week or so, he traveled through hot lands, sandy land, wintery landscapes. He added to his knowledge of this earth. He was now the king of shadows. Standing now at full height of 6ft. He was a moving castle, intimidating, smart, cunning, and lethal. He had calmed his blood lust. Again, Nakisai had learned that his undying rage needed a cap. A lid, and a purpose. Thrill killing wasn't good enough for his appetite anymore.
Nakisai could smell war on a tiny pack, and so, his massive paws carried him to a land named Order of the Wolf. He was quickly not welcomed to the small pack, but his disgusting grin caused a silence. "Let me help you. Hire me as your assassin..." The pack leader, wounded agreed, and Nakisai bowed to the weak leader. Finally, a purpose. Nakisai went, and slaughtered 'Delleut, Gnashed, and Vixious' he took them on where they stood, and they fall prey to Nakisai's jowls. He brought back his kills to the weak alpha, and went on his way. Soon, Nakisai was called upon as an assassin for hire. He killed for anyone who whispered to this creature of the night, he was run out of Wolves Moon heaven for thrill killing, but, he got his job done. Quickly he was found by the infamous hyena Snap, and she dared Nakisai into battle. Nakisai quickly agreed, a fight for his life was something he had always wanted! He fought the queen, and earned her respect. Nakisai's reputation grew.
He traveled as an assassin, and was finally curious, what was it like to be inside a pack? He had never truly known, and of course his lust of knowledge couldn't let that be! So, Nakisai decided to find a pack, and enlist. He found one called Sawtooth, and served as their warrior. He analyzed how it was run, and how attitudes of others collided. He made it up in the ranks and became their silent beta. So, this was 'family'? It was dreary. Nakisai lost interest, and left the pack, he had studied well, and was content in his knowledge of packs, but he still wanted to increase his resume. Nakisai again became warrior of Zompist, lost interest and became assassin of Vanity. He found pack life to be less exciting but necessary. Soon, Nakisai left Vanity, and traveled to a new land.
Finally, half a year later, Nakisai met up with his old dear friend Aaiden, in a wintery land called Alaska Wolven Woodlands. He noticed Aaiden too had grown, and the two caught up for a few days. Aaiden's harsh nature calmed by Nakisai's intimidating and 'seemingly' passive one. But, it wasn't enough when Aaiden's jaws got the two in trouble. A pack controlled by their new alpha was victim to Aaiden's pup-killing abilities. He was trapped in their den, surrounded by snarling members. Nakisai freely entered their den without fear to the pitiful members who bared their fangs at Nakisai. Aaiden greeted him with a wag of his massive tail, and mocked the alpha, that she was going to get it now. He was right. Nakisai dared the alpha into a fight, and 'Hemotoxin' was killed, their pack members mourning her death and calling Nakisai very rude names. His emotionless heart didn't give a shit. Nakisai was bored with life, and decided, to make things a game. He told all that they were now under his control. Three attempted to flee.. and were killed. What surprised Nakisai was a tawny female. Shatrina, who was meek, but stood up to the giant male. Impressed, Nakisai let her and her family live, capturing them as prisoners of war.
Shatrina and the rest of the pack who didn't flee followed Nakisai hesitantly through the snowy lands. They travelled as his prisoners of war for quite some time. No one dared to leave – for fear of Nakisai’s dominating wrath. They had seen the ‘passive’ canine snap. It wasn’t pretty; to them at least Nakisai saw it as art. The way his snarl coiled through their ears like a ravenous dragon- was warning enough. They had seen him kill and paint the purity of the white snow crimson. Disgustingly Aaiden would chew on the victim’s skulls and carry it with him on their pointless journey.
It wasn’t long before word spread through the frozen landscape that a large wolf as black as night had kidnapped many victims and was holding them all hostage under his command. He became ‘the big bad wolf’; the story that mother’s told their children to get them to heed their words. Unfortunately this wasn’t a story and Nakisai was having quite a good time.
Foolishly, some dared to challenge Nakisai to free his rightfully owned prisoners.
No one survived.
Eventually, Nakisai settled with his ‘captives’. Some had oddly settled in and accepted Nakisai and Aaiden. Nakisai at least fed them, protected them (granted from other wolves trying to save them) and ironically he had become their leader. Those who refused his food died, and those who accepted his law survived.
The word of Nakisai’s power had also attracted other misfit canines- most who wanted to join his fun for blood, some joined Nakisai out of fear of being attacked next. It didn’t matter. Now Nakisai had a ‘crew’.
--
Nakisai’s Crew was renamed to The Crew and was made official. No longer did he have any hostages. Everyone followed his influence willingly. Nakisai was now the King of Shadows. The legendary Alpha of the infamous Crew. His misfits now were the top of the food chain.
Loyalty, Power, Legend.
The Crew dominated for generations around many different lands, doing what they pleased and chasing lesser wolves out of their homes. Their chaos was as infamous as it was terrifying. With countless members, it was simple. Nakisai lead ferociously and those who showed the King loyalty received a seat at council. His equals.
One day. Nakisai silently faded into the jaws of hell – never to be seen again.
Thus the Legend and Rein of The Crew faded to become just a story.
