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listening to: Philosopher's Stone :|:
from anime: Hagane No Renkinjutsushi :|:
composed by: Michiro Oshima :|:
::Do not steal my music. I bought the CD and uploaded it onto my website with my money. ;D Steal.. we will know. My name is in the URL twice. :3 And.. you will suffer so horrible. ;D
You are looking up at the magnificent darkened heavens of nightfall. It is a deep, mysterious navy blue, very dfferent from the bright sky blue of day. The grass about you sways in the gengle, nameless wind currents and is gone. All is sounless accept for the chirps of crickets and the buzz of close fireflies. Not only are the fireflies shining so brightly in the cool summer night, but the stars are as well. All are seen, even the planets are. Ther is saturn in the far right corner of your eye. It's a green appearing star. Other stars are shimmering brightly accompanied by the glow of the bright full moon. Everything is so beautiful, and only you are there to enjoy it. Yet, you stop to think. You finally know.
Dame: Deceased
Taste: Sweet
Indurerat is 10 times the size of the average lupe, and is a spirit so that is why he is weightless.. He's somewhat the living dead, but more alive then dead. [you can imagine him like Clifford, the big red dog]
Indurerat claims he has 'fat days' after he has eaten too much chocolate. He's basically muscular, but may have a slightly rounder belly then others.
Even though Indurerat has had a harsh life, he's grown to live with it, since he cannot change it. He's very happy and hopes to remain that way, since barely anything upsets him.
Even though Indurerat is large, he's still very easily frightened and intimidated. After all he is a young adult, or an elderly pup. still, he likes to be frightened and often gets into trouble.
Indurerat's regular form is his large spirit form. Yet when he wants to be 'alive' he transforms into a dull, shimmering blue-pelted lupe that is only slightly larger then the average lupe.. unless he decides to change again. He can be on earth for as long as he wants, but he must return to the resting spot of stars for as long as he stayed on earth. [1.7 days earth, 1.7 days in "the resting spot of stars]
Even if we are not allowed to become one, we can still love eachother... Right...?
Still, the wolf was anxious. What if all vampires died out? Her species would be gone... now she was desperate. It didn't matter whether her mate would be a vampire or not, she needed to try and carry the vampire gene- hopefully it would be dominant in future generations.
She found a male. He was weak, wimpy, and therefore at the lowest rank of his pack. So low he was banished from the territory and always on the run to find food, shelter, and somewhere to belong. The female didn't like the male at all. For some reason dark black pelts were not welcome as people would think they are vampires and would try to kill the entire pack. His eyes were a magnificent golden yellow, which also gave him a low rank. Still, this male was a male and would be easy to persuade.
One night when he was on the run, looking for even a small morsel to feed his growling stomach, she came to him. From the dark moon on large bat wings she landed elegantly and trotted at a leisurely pace towards him with blood thirst red eyes beaming directly through his soul. He folded his ears back and whimpered loudly. No one would help him, they would rather kill him. and with a vampire around... His chances of seeing anything decreased dramatically. He stumbled on his paws, then rolled over to his belly and lowered his head. His ears were flattened completely against his scull as the vampire continued to approach silently, her fangs glowing in the full moon's light. He placed his paws over his muzzle in hopes to hush his cries, and squinted his eyes closed. Hopefully it was all a nightmare.
The female stopped not to far in front of him, and folded her magnificent black wings at her side and sat down with fur fluffened. Even though a vampire she was very beautiful with a silky pelt that glistened and shown brightly in even the smallest amounts of light. She, too was pure black but not entirely. Her fur was a shimmering dull blue hue with black stripped running down her back. She smiled and relaxed her body, and hid her fangs best she could. "Wolf." She addressed him, "Why do you weep? I am not the kind to hurt you." She lied, and he bought it. He looked up to her, retracting a paw from his gaze. "R-really? b-b-b-b-buuuuut you are a vampire....!" He spak in a slightly elevated tone. He appeared to be a very young adult male. He was scrawny and malnourished due to constant running and little food. She observed him, her -disallowed_word-opacity=60);overflow:auto">
DAAAAAAAAAAAD!" He called out playfully to his father. He ran about the lush green grass happily, all alone. His father looked behind at his only pup, and smiled. his teeth were the same, shining pure white. The difference in him was that he had grown. He was now a muscular large male that was respected... by the vampires. Other wolves would stay away from him. Accept his son... The only one that stayed by his side.
Four months back in the dead of night Jasmine went into labor with eight pups. Seven out of eight were vampires, as she wanted. The sad thing was it was in the open, and her cries were heard by hunters.... and dawn was coming. She was killed by sunlight before the hunters came, as well as those seven pups. Garret was there the whole time, and would have helped with whatever he could but it didn't work, and Jasmine refused aid. She died because of her stubbornness- and caused her pups to die as well. Garret was heartbroken, of course but when one was still alive he had small hope, and rushed his newborn to the den tenderly and did his best to be a father as well as a mother.
Due to his effort his young pup had grown strong and healthy. The best thing was that his son was happy.
Now, Indurerat.. calm down..w e are going into rough territory...." The father whispered as his son halted to a stop with his tongue lolling, red eyes sparkling, and his single black tipped tail wagging so violently his whole body shook. He slurped his tonueg back up. "Sure thing, Daaaaaad...!" Now silent with ears perked and tail relaxed he trotted in his father's faint footsteps. He panted softly in his eagerness- it was his first hunting day and he wanted soo badly to be a good hunter like his father. Infact he wanted to be just like his father, but couldn't entirely because he looked like his mother.
He had brilliant blood-red eyes that observed everything curiously. He had black batwings with dulled cool coloured splotches here and there. His pelt was a shimmering faded blue colour, as he had two black stripes on his back, black fore paws, and his right ear was black. His left ear was white, as he has silver markings about his legs and below his eyes. He had one tail, with a sleek black tip. As noted before, though he looked like a vampire he was certainly not a vampire. Lucky for him that is what allowed him to survive when the rest of the family, besides his father, died. Though he missed not having siblings to play with, or a mother to snuggle up with, he still has a great father and was forever grateful to be alive and happy. His name Infact was Romanian for 'much suffer' since he had to suffer a life without a full family.
His father stopped. Indurerat continued to trot absent-mindedly until his snout bumped into his father's left hind leg. He fell back and whimpered lightly, but recovered after her shook his body and trotted under his father and crouched for protection as he had always done his whole life. "What is it, Dad?" He questioned softly.
Garret growled deeply in his throat and spak softly. "Humans... they must thing there is another vampire about..." He paused and crouched on his forepaws in small defense to his pup. "Indurerat, I want you to run back to the den... Don't make a single sound and hide till I come back, okay?" Indurerat hesitated but then obeyed his father's wishes. He ran back to the den as swiftly and silently as he could and to his favourite hiding spot.
name: Indurerat
Alias: Rat
Gender: Male
Paint: Ghost
General: Spirit
Height: 52'2" feet
Weight: weightless
Build: Varies
Strength: Incredible
Heart: Pure
Sire: Lost
kin: I just don't remember....
scum: None, hopefully.
crush: Angel
mate: forbidden
pups: No...
gaurdian: Danilee
pack: Nieyumii, Rinehuu, and Nameless
Persona: Compassionate, Spazzy
Emotion: Relaxed
Wish: Recollection
☆ Happiness
☆ Cleanliness
☆ Chocolate
☆ Sugary treats
☆ Cold weather
☆ Compassion
X Depression
X Poor hygene
X Sour candy
X Punishment
X Hot weather
X Obsession
There was a wolf of a dying species. Numbers were dwindling down to nothing, as unhappy inhabitance of the countryside trapped them, burned them, kept them out in the sunlight, stabbed them with a stake, anything to get rid of them. Everyone had crosses are garlic, so it was hard to find fresh blood. Farmers and pet owners even placed crosses on the collars of their livestock and animals. Life had gotten very difficult.
