Post by Flax on Feb 1, 2009 14:00:06 GMT -5
ICARUS
the character
name: Icarus
age: three and a half years
gender: male
pack: none, for the moment, change to Edryd if need be.
rank: -
appearance:breed, arctic wolf
eyes,cerulean
pelt, white. a black line runs across shoulders and down spine.
height, two foot nine inches
weight, ninety six pounds
other, a deep scar runs around one side of muzzle, like a crescent moon. along side of forelegs, a burn line runs down them [from hot, melted wax] along with needle marks, a few white feathers remain along legs.
personality: Icarus is a difficult mind to uncover. Most will see him as cold, passive, indifferent, and the wrong wolf to get onto the wrong side of. He can be almost irritably mute, speaking only when needs must, or when he thinks his opinion is more valued than another. He is curious, and ignores most when he can. [spending 2 years in a 3 by 5 foot cage never did anyone any justice]. He can take incredible measures of offence, and rather than retort back by ripping the head off the offender, he would rather sit back, and let them dig their own graves in the process, helping them with a few lines along the way. He skins the rabbit alive before eating it. His heart can be as icy as his fur gives justice, and black ice is dangerous. Icarus is slow to anger, but you only have to take a wrong move and then /snap/, looks like you’re missing a vital body part there doll.
Unlike his ‘mentor’ from the other side of the bars, he could control his facilitating anger and bloodlust towards the fat human that kept them. Exodus laughed from the other side of the bars. But Clementine always knew that Icarus could be worse. Icarus was, how you say, quite unpredictable. Unlike his foster brother [who was so dependant of his sadomasochism, and did not hesitate to show it], Icarus would keep it hidden and safe, until the time was right, biding time in a sense of false security.
Icarus had seen the best and worst of human, wolf and dog alike, and in all understanding, uses these traits to his advantage, learning, twisting, crafting. Icarus has a talent of working with minds. Being a good listener, he pin points the weaknesses and bad points to another’s character, mutilating it to his own advantage. He is but smoke, a silent killer, and passive smoking is one of the most dangerous routes to unrequited suicide.
But, then again… no… who would ever remember his days as a pup?
history:
T H R O U G H T H E F I R E A N D F L A M E S--~
Eleven months old. The small band of white, cream and mottled wolf pups [lean and wiry], bounded through a melting snowdrift. They were playing at the foot of a mountain, three leagues from the terrain of Eriu, and less further away from Eira. They were almost fully grown, but didn’t have the weight advantage of an adult yet. Four brothers, and two sisters, mother and father nowhere else to be seen, or any other pack members. They were old enough now to be left on their own, and for the moment, oblivious to the fact that an unknown entity was watching from the sidelines.
Persephone’s ear twitched, head following mid game, only to find herself tagged [or nipped] sharply on the rump. She gave a high snarl to her brother, and Triton gave back a happy smirk in return.
‘No! Listen!’
She urged, fur prickling suddenly. The other cubs stopped, all alert for any sign of movement. Triton’s twin headbutted her in the side.
‘Seph, theres nothing there! Just leave it will you!’
Persephone glared back at Titan, defiance in her grey blue eyes.
Electra and Iapyx began to laugh with their brothers, but kindly, unlike the twins, whilst Icarus sat at the edge of the group, muted, and gazing hard at a patch of woodland further down the mountain. Persephone trotted over to him, hopeful expression in her eyes.
‘You believe me? Don’t you Ic?’
The black on the male’s shoulders twisted serenely as he turned to face her. A genuine smile was tacked onto his muzzle, and the female responded by digging her off white muzzle into his neck.
‘There’s definitely something out there, Seph.’
He murmured, looking back at his brethren.
‘I think… I think we need to get away from here.’
Persephone looked up from the blanket of fur she was hiding behind. Her brother always seemed much, much more older than what he was, and he was usually right about this sort of thing…
‘What about the others? They don’t believe me, and they wont come either!’
‘They wont go until its too late, I know them well enough to judge that it will happen…’
It happened all right…
Three sun ups later, and on the eve of the third sun down, a different sort of sunset illuminated the tree tops at the foot of the hills. Icarus was sat on his podium rock, staring off into the distance when the first claxon sounded. All of his snowy cloak stood on end in a frenzy as he heard the cry, harsher than any natural sound. Almost instantly, the pack awoke, jumping into a fray of chaos, whilst Icarus sat on the plinth, watching as smoke curdled into the sky, and the fire began to spread.
Tall beasts, two thirds the size of a grizzly leapt forth from the plumes of red feathers, darting like a swift between the branches of foliage, spinning a new amber enriched light into life.
Electra and Persephone raced towards him, nipping and tugging at his fur, but he was content to watch, to examine, until Electra bit him on the shoulder so hard he thought it would bleed. Turning away from the tall creatures holding long curved sticks running in front of the crimson flowers, he felt a tinge of regret that he didn’t know what they were…
Persephone ran ahead, catching up with the rest of her pack, whilst he and Electra ran slightly behind, heading for beyond the great river and the flow of ice than followed it in the winter. Away from the burning heat that rose and fell from the mountains.
As they spurred forwards, a light feeling with the marks of hatching fell over their bodies, and almost instantly, something heavy at the bottom, and weightless at the top made the brother and sister pair fall over their own paws. Both wolves then, watching Persephone get pulled by their pack away from them, faded into a red haze of blackness.
Electra and Icarus were separated in different cages. They had been confined to their prisons for just over a year when their captors decided to let them breathe for a while. Icarus studied the tall, furless, tailless creatures, remarking them for their ambiguity and genius with tools, and all the same twisting with the urge to tear out their throats.
His sister, too, studied them, but without the intensity that her brother’s curiosity seemed to burn with. A beast wrapped something heavy, cold and long around their throats. As soon as they reached the bitingly fresh air of the outdoors, Icarus sought his sister’s electric blue eyes, her namesake. A smile [of which Electra thought was lost through time with the humens] parted crookedly across his jawline.
His captor turned to the misshapen rectangular object that smelt like it had once been a tree, and upon hearing the soft ‘click’, he lurched forwards.
The back of the thing’s neck was softened, with none of the fatty scruff that hangs limp on a canine, so he had figured, he would have no chance. The metallic taste of fresh blood was like a newfound harmony in his mind. He salvaged the taste, and once the red liquid reached the back of his throat, he angled his muzzle to snap the humen’s neck in two.
However, as he moved to do so, the other, who held his sister, dropped the shiny tail that was wound round Electra’s neck, unsheathed a curved claw like object, and swung it hard down Icarus’ maw. The brute dropped from the humen’s back with a yelp, and turned simultaneously to his sister, growling heavily.
‘Run’
He snarled, now that their captors backs were turned, she could get away. Whimpering a goodbye to her brother, scared and grieving, she fled, trailing the long metal chain behind her.
Icarus turned back from seeing his sister leave, and just like before, all went black.
The great fat man loomed over his prison cell. He couldn’t understand a majority of the humen speech, but he knew for one thing he wasn’t seeing his old ones again. They hadn’t let him out since the incident, and he had gained a nasty scar along his muzzle as an outcome.
‘Best be careful with him, Clementine.’
Came the gruff voice he came to know as his humen.
‘I have experience with dangerous creatures, I assure you my man, I will be in no danger, how much for him?’
And then… the pain.
Hot substance that was neither liquid nor solid was pasted down his legs. Two wolves sat in the corner, one whimpering slightly, sympathetic. The other had a look of sheer madness, a smirk that enjoyed the pain he was seeing, at the same time, regretting that it wasn’t he that was doing so.
He was bound to a long operation table, the fat, sweaty man wearing a mask and rubber smelling gloves. He held a thin strip of wood, dripping and steaming with the hot wax that now coated his forelegs. The other hand bore needle and thread, and as the pain and numbness increased, Icarus blacked out.
When he awoke, the two wolves had gone, he was in his cage, and an obese brown dog sat next to his master. He must have been out for days. Bleary eyed, Icarus swung his head around to find next to him a hunk of meat and a bowl of water. Upon seeing the liquid, his throat burned, burned until he crawled towards it, greedily lapping it up with his tongue. It wasn’t til then he found the white down of doves scattered around the cage floor. It wasn’t til then, when he moved, he noticed the feathers sewn and melted into his skin and coat.
Icarus passed his days in silence, and whenever he could, he would tear and bite at the feathers lining his legs that were his namesake. He did this until, one day, Clementine and his mutt did not come back. He listened to the dogs outside, and as luck would have it, his old master was dead. And there he waited, waiting until the movers came to clear out Richard Arnold Clementine’s home, and waited, until they found the white ‘winged’ wolf, Icarus, alone, ‘scared’, and starving in a cage.
lineage:
birthpack: Sotiria
sire, Daedalus
dam, Xena
siblings, Electra [f] , Persephone [f], Titan [m], Triton [m], Iapyx [m]the roleplayer
ooc name: flax
age: 16
gender: femme
roleplay level: semi lit +
