Purgatory | Profile | Carbon Copy | Paintings | Adios

Down from Heaven.


You know you were meant to roll with the rebels when your father is the king of white skies and peaceful fluffy clouds and you're uncle is patrolling the underworld like a boss. My father was FURIOUS when he found out about what I'd done. Furious. He cast me down from the realms so fast my head spun violently for two weeks. But I didn't let that deter me. I'd make my own spot in the world, OWN my own place in it. Own it. Like a boss.

Kixspar couldn't have surprised when he found me, his face showed no emotion whatsoever, but then again, it never had (though to be truthful, I'd only seen him once or twice before). He was like stone that one, I'd never seen anything like it. Though he's not related in any way, Kixspar knows everything about me, about my uncle, and about my dad. It's kind of scary when you think of it, but it works out alright. I was laying on the ground, bruised, broken and sore from my descent to the earth, and he later simply told me he felt my fall and left his post to come find me. Left his post, my uncle Jairku would be furious with him. Kixspar never disobeyed orders, but I guess in this case it was the right thing to do. He picked me up in his enormous jaws as though I were a pup, and carried, or rather dragged me down into the pit. The demon's pit.

I never uttered a sound the whole time, though it felt like I were burning alive and unable to die. Just when the pain was becoming too unbearable to live with I was dropped onto a musty bed of straw, Kixspar's own cave. I didn't notice him leave, but rather fell into a deep coma-like sleep as soon as my head hit the straw.

When I finally woke up, days later I'm told. I found my self nose to nose with three of the largest wolves I'd ever seen. The thinnest of the trio grinned evily. Welcome back sleeping beauty. I growled at the taunt, but I was two weak to do more. One of the wolves turned on his heel and left the cave, I knew he could only be gone to get one thing...

I was correct, when I saw my uncle for the first time I nearly fainted. He was larger than my father, yet smaller than Kixspar. His pelt was a dead chocolate color and he had a mane like my own, but dirty yellow. His face and ears were adorned with battle scars, piercings and feathers. His amber eyes saw right though to my soul. He didn't even have to glance at them. In the presence of their leader, the three who'd been guarding me tucked their tails between their legs and fled the premise. I'd of liked to snicker, but I was frozen stiff with fear myself. Jairku looked me over like a dog looks at a mouldy piece of meat unfit for even a rat to consume. I resented the look, and bared my fangs instinctively. First mistake. Jairku was on my in a flash and I found myself howling for my life. It lasted less than a second, but I got the point. With a last flash of teeth, he turned and left. How was I going to survive here? I hadn't planned on coming here at all, and I knew as well as any that no one left without permission. Though weak from wounds new and old I got to my feet and did my best to follow my uncle. I needed his protection for the time being.

Prisoner.


It wasn't easy to make a place here, but as my strength returned I was able to move up in rank. Like all newcomers I stated off at the bottom. I quickly learnt how things worked here. Basic ranks were first, achieved though combat and strength. Once out of basics high ranks though trustworthyness and cunning. Top of the high ranks became Captains. Council were picked out of the finest captains though strategy, loyalty and cunning. Posts were assigned by council or in some cases, like Kixspar, Jairku himself. Patrollers were chosen from the high ranks, wolves picked were graded on wit, cunning, persuasive talents, strength and drive. Each patrol consisted of 5 members; A Captain, picked and four pack members. It was in every wolf's best interest to be in the patrol squad. Weekly rounds above ground and plenty of opportunities for adventure and rank-ups.

It had been a year and I was somewhere in the middle of the basic ranks when things started to change. I was resented by the pack for being related to Jairku and I was brutally reminded of it every waking moment. My superiors were harsh with me, and it was impossible to find a companion in this lot of crazed animals. I became hard and solitary, my only desire becoming like that of the rest. Getting better, stronger, faster, meaner... I'd almost, if not completely, forgotten the reason I'd purposely been banned from my father's kindom. It seemed such a trivial matter now. I was being brainwashed, and I was starting to stop fighting it. It was during another training session the thin wolf that I'd seen in the beginning came to fetch me. He was a courier for the council and I was surprised that they even remembered my existence. But I shouldn't have been. The council knew everything.

I followed him head, ears and tail held high, unlike my superiors had shown me, but I would not be put down. I still had my pride and dignity, however little I had left. I sat in front of the council on the designated stone. Above me, they lay in a hollowed out crevice and looked down at me. They spoke to each other with their minds, so it was impossible for me to know what they didn't want me to hear. At last one of them stood up and jumped to the floor. He was only inches smaller than me but he was all wire and wore the scars of many successful battles. He could have killed my in an instant had he felt the need to, and I respected the distance between us. We've been watching you. You are free to return to your group now. That was it? I wanted to ask him so many questions, I wanted to demand an answer to why I was locked up here. And most of all I was furious with Kixspar for dragging me here. It had never occurred to me he'd brought me here under orders, and I was crazed with rage. If they wanted to look me over, then they would. I might die, but that didn't seem important right now, I just needed them to know I wouldn't be pushed around anymore. Go back to my group indeed. With a deathly cry I threw myself against the council member in front of me and locked on snarling and growling. The fight didn't last more than a minute, but it was enough to cause a commotion, and that's all I'd wanted. It was Kixspar who came running and dragged me away, snapping and snarling in all my rage, and threw me in a prison cell. My eyes were glowing red and it was all I could do not to violently attack the iron bars that separated me from the rest of the wolves. I was so loud with fury I almost didn't hear the whisper from the council member I'd almost torn apart; He won't do...

Can't Break Me. I'm Free.


Though news of my violent reaction reached Jairku in seconds, it was days before I saw anyone again. Not a soul was allowed near my cell with penalty of 10 years in lowest rank. I was beginning to think starvation would be the end of me when I heard his voice.

So you do have potential.

I'd had plenty of time to calm down and upon the sight of my uncle I almost whimpered. Why was my own flesh and blood making me go though this torture? And why had I let my rage overcome my calm? My father had banned me for my temper and now I was locked away, and being told potential. I hadn't eaten anything decent in weeks and I was dizzy and weak. I wanted to get out, I need to get out. Whatever the cost.

My hospitality cannot go unpaid, nephew, you know it cannot. I wanted to spit at him, but held my tongue. What hospitality? The torture I had endured for the past two years? As though reading my mind, the Dark One (as he was called by most) smirked and replied with an icy tone; You'll thank me someday, it made you stronger. There was nothing I could do but accept his offer of 20 years servitude. It sounded like forever, but I knew it was the only chance I had of getting out someday, a chance most wolves weren't even offered.

I tried to serve dutifully, but I'd always been a wild one and on above-ground wide patrols I often slid off track to have time to myself. My Captain wasn't suspicious as I was never gone for more than a few hours and I always came back with something for it. It was on one of these slip aways I met Neekah, a gorgeous young she-wolf that looked surprisingly like Kixspar. We quickly became close friends, and I carefully kept most my life story from her, and even more carefully, my new secret life from reaching Jairku.

With a friend waiting in the forest, my mood was brighter and my motivation more fierce. I worked harder and my superiors noticed the change in me instantly. They noted it as positive progress due to wide patrols, and they were right. Though they didn't know just how right they were. It wasn't long before I started making plans of escape. I knew it was foolish and there was no possible means of leaving this dungeon, but I couldn't help but send every one of my spare thoughts that way. I had to get away. The desire to leave tore though me night and day untill I could stand it no longer. One frosty morning on patrol, I slipped away as I always did, but this time, without the intention of return.

By the time I reached my secret friend, a surprise awaited me, and though it could have been in different circumstances, it wasn't a good one. Neekah wasn't alone. There were 6 whimpering bundles of fur snuggled tightly in a grassy nest. I didn't even have time to panic, not far behind the she-wolf were Jairku and Kixspar, and they didn't look pleased.

To be continued...







Profile



Alias: Tah, Osprey
Birth name: Hyoota
Human Age: 21 years
Canine Age: 2.5 years
Breed: Grey Wolf
Gender: Male
Build: Athletic
Personality: Always in the middle of the action, Hyoota is no pushover. His temper often gets the better of him making him prone to fits of rage in which he loses himself completely and goes quite out of control. This rage is something he needs to learn to control. When he's not having temper tantrums, he can be fun to have around, given the proper surroundings. He's somewhat of a smirk, but is generally helpful and well brought him. He doesn't tolerate anyone bullying the weaker and is quick to defend the helpless.
Interactions: With others, he comes off dominant and aloof. He doesn't back down unless it's in his best interest and even then it takes a titanesque effort.
Motives: Hyoota didn't plan on being dragged underground, his determination to accomplish his original goals is what keeps him fighting every day.









Adoptables

Request: Closed | Trade: Open

You know the drill. All regular rules apply. ALways link back!
I will not edit the lines or do addons (wings, hair, jewellery etc)!

Customs.

Artwork



















NEOPETS, characters, logos, names and all related indicia
are trademarks of Neopets, Inc., © 1999-2013.
® denotes Reg. US Pat. & TM Office. All rights reserved.

PRIVACY POLICY | Safety Tips | Contact Us | About Us | Press Kit
Use of this site signifies your acceptance of the Terms and Conditions