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[ti]AE[/ti]Volug (Ready!)
Topic Started: Jun 16 2014, 08:49 AM (653 Views)
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Name: Volug (pronouced vaugh (rhymes with row and toe) luhg (rhymes with bug))
Gender: Male
Approximate Age: 4ish
Region: Badjaw, Hasseran

Pack/Village: Tenders (Disbanded)
Rank: Guardian(Former)

Race: Aershaa
Breed: Barren
Type/Occupation: Normal
Class: Wild

Mage Class / Element: Barren


Physical Appearance:He is a fairly large Barren, probably the maximum size. He seemed to have more ice in his ancestry than most. He has pale purple eyes. His coat is mostly chocolate brown, stretching over his forehead, cheeks, shoulders, back and tail. The rest of his body including his muzzle, around his eyes, his ears, his legs, his chest and underparts are a creamy brownish white. He has a darker brown intricate marking on his left front leg. It is a tribal symbol given to him by his former pack as a guardian. He wears two necklaces. One is made of teeth and is strung on a thin strap of vine. The other is shaped beads. Unseen unless one looked in the right place is a long scar on the underside of his belly. He has one other marking: a small triangle below his right eye. The mark of a traitor.
Any references?: Volug.

Personality: Volug prefers to hold his tongue and does not speak unless spoken to, or to his few friends. He is serious about his work and does not tally from his work, whatever it may be. He only speaks Yaooee and very broken english, since it was so seldom used in his home and almost thought of as taboo. Volug has a sense of humor but it can be rather dark to those not expecting it and he may come off as rude. He hardly uses it anymore, not after the incident.

History:

Volug was born into a Draian village. His mother and father had come before to the village after escaping human bonds and the peacekeeping village saw potential and protection in allowing the larger beasts to stay. They granted sanctuary in return for guardianship. The Draians did not approve of the english language and it was taboo to speak it. So when Volug was born, he only picked up broken words of it here and there from his parents. The rest was Yaooee.

Though his childhood, he was able to learn about many plants for making medicine and farming and techniques for beading but his cumbersome barren paws did not allow him to participate. Instead, he dug holes for the farming Draians and went out on their hunts with them.

One day while hunting, the party chased a large family of Lappir to the forest edge, which perched on a cliff. Volug had been too headstrong and chased them all off the edge. He was about to descend for them when one of the Draian hunters held him back, warning him never to go down the cliff. When he asked why, the hunter pointed to a small cluster of rocks. He told Volug that monsters lived in the stone hutches and would destroy them all if he was ever found. And so Volug grew large and strong, even moreso than his parents, wondering what laid down the mountain.

When he was fully grown, he became a guardian. A protector of the village to replace his retired parents who had become too feeble to be more than tenders of the very young. Volug had many friends who had not grown nearly as much as he had in the same frame of time. They were able to hide beneath him and only he was able to see so far over the grasses. He protected them from a particularly small but very aggressive Groburr, who's teeth now line his neck. The other necklace is from a grateful mother when he found her lost child hanging onto the side of a cliff. He could catch birds out of the air and dig up animal warrens with ease. But a time came when there were no birds or animals to dig up.

It was subtle at first- a few trees missing here, a smaller herd of lappir there...but it became more and more drastic. Soon great bouts of land dangerously close to the pack became churned up. And the water than ran through their river became shallow and muddy with a strange taste like biosteel. And one morning there was a great rumble of noise. As guardian, Volug went to investigate.

Strange two legged beasts had pushed into the forest. They had iron on sticks and were pulling up the drey. They had aershaa, bigger than he was, tied to carts, hauling away the dirt and dumping it into the river, blocking its flow. They were building structures not unlike the huts his pack lived in but much larger. And to build them, they were cutting the trees. Any animals that were found through their digging were smacked to death with their sticks. Any mother birds, outraged by the destruction of their home, were squeezed to pieces and their eggs smashed apart. And Volug knew these were the monsters of the valley.

The humans expanding their village changed life. Water didn't run past their dam so the river beyond dried up. Then the berry bushes, the grasses, the trees and the draian's small gardens died without the water to nourish them in the arid climate. The trees were continuously chopped down, to make way for grazing land for the cow-like animals the humans tended to. The human settlement got closer and closer to his pack lands and removed all the warren sites for their food. Starving and weak, they had two choices; either move on or steal from the humans, who had a bounty of food. Volug's parents tried to warn them of the danger of man but Volug asked them where they wanted to go instead. There was no river left and the lands around the village were dangerous cliffs and unknown lands of much more vicious beasts.

It was Volug alone who went to the edge of the human's fields. He slunk under the fence and took the life of one very small cow beast in the dead of night. He slipped away with it and his village fed like kings...for a few days. There were so many mouths to feed and the Wiflo was so small...It was not a week later that Volug found himself in the field again, slipping under the fence and taking a slightly larger one down. The beasts were slow and stupid and where horns should have grown there were only small stubs or a cropped flatness, similar to bone. They were sitting ducks to his teeth and he brought the bigger one down without much of an effort. But the beast was not silent when it died, making all sorts of mooing racket. He was only able to take its legs with him to the waiting Draians on the other side. He didn't risk being around when the monsters woke up.

That was his error. He left evidence of his slaughter. The humans were aware of him now, knowing he was the one responsible for the deaths of the livestock. They built a fence he couldn't dig under and laid sharp metal spikes over the top of it. They laid many jaw traps around the perimeter of the field and set their own aershaa to guard duty. Volug hated to endanger his pack, but he knew he needed their thumbs if they were to take any more food.

What happened after that was a blur in his mind. He remembered them dismantling almost all of the traps. All they could find, jamming them with sticks and pulling the snares tight. He remembered them climbing the fence and putting big swabs of mud and wild weed cotton onto the tips, and he remembered jumping over with them. There was a fog after that...he had a few clear memories though, that haunted him forever after and made him want nothing but revenge on the humans.

Teeth on his neck, being held down and unable to get away. A draian, one of his friends, held down by a male aershaa. A sharp hook on a pole was in his friend's ear and a torch glowed above her. The human and the aershaa hauled her to the fence and opened the gate. The monster's cruel, sick grin as he put the torch to the Draian's fur, igniting her, was what Volug remembered clearest. She ran, her squeals echoing in his head. There was no water to put her out. She flailed on the ground, lighting it. The grass fire began to spread, faster than it should have, dry without the river to feed it. Volug's adrenaline caused him to break free and bolt after her. He leapt the fence in a place they had not climbed, slicing his stomach open on the iron spines. The human, yelling angrily, threw his torch after him. After that, he had run like a coward. The only place he had known was destroyed by man's fire, something he had not ever encountered. He was the only one of his pack to survive.

It is unclear what the future holds for this aershaa. All he has left of his pack, his clan, are tokens of their appreciation for his ability to guard them and a mark of his strength. He was fortunate the mark of a traitor was easy to self apply.
Edited by rei-azalia, Jun 27 2014, 03:12 AM.
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