chaffinch xx Jan 12, 2008 20:36:28 GMT -5
Post by xx skylark on Jan 12, 2008 20:36:28 GMT -5
[/center]caught in the moment xx
I was blessed as Chaffinch
M or F? Male; Tom
I've been alive for 30 moons
I stay loyal to Aurora's Faithful
I rank as a Fighter
Take a glance in my direction A mottled tom with dark, peat-colored eyes.
now look closer, closer...
From a collection of feathers, Chaffinch was created. Feathers of brown and feathers of black. Feathers of white and feathers of gray. All of this is arranged beautifully in the large frame named Chaffinch. He’s not the size of a songbird, despite the name; he’s more bird of prey material, like a condor or a kestrel. His pelt is banded in black with dark brown being the main hue in his pelt. Off-white tones are set on his muzzle and dabbed on his face like flecks of paint.
While he has a delicate step, his elegant paws--colored black--are large and spaced out, like a duck’s foot, and are perfect for running on muddy ground. Chaffinch, altogether, is a rather large cat, composed of rolling shoulders, spine and hips, swaying tail, and graceful, arching neck and head.
Chaffinch’s eyes are the hue of fresh soil, a beautiful brown color that gives the impression of great wisdom and religious piety. Oval and rimmed in a brown so dark it‘s black almost, Chaffinch’s eyes are always alert and ready to go at any time. Finishing his pentagonal face is his crimson triangular nose that sits primly on a rounded muzzle flanked in extremely long whiskers.
From her head seeks his spine, rumbling down past his shoulders and hips to become a bob tail, which seems awkward compared to the rest of his massive body. It’s probably the size of his pointed ear, maybe more, and it resembles a rabbit’s cottontail, except that it’s completely black and covered in shaggy fur.
look inside of me, it's more complicated than you'll know...
Imagine a mess of string. It's all knotted up, a jumbled oblivion. That's what Chaffinch's emotions are like. All tyed up, and almost impossible to unknot and sort out. As long as Chaffinch has been alive, his emotions have stacked up, unsolved. Instead of trying to figure them out, he pushes them aside. And the knot grows bigger and tougher to undo.
Sometimes he's dead calm. He's not happy or mad, he's just calm. Someone could blow up in his face, and he would just blink and turn away.
Sometimes that knot of tangled emotions confronts Chaffinch. He'll yell at almost anyone, or scream random things. Several times he was told off by Cobalt, that if he didn't calm down, he would be sent into exile. And Chaffinch would shut up. But the emotions were always there, and always will be, until Chaffinch takes some time and patience to unknot the tangle.
my nightmarish past haunts me at every moment...
Poinsetta and Lion grew up together, from kithood to both becoming hunters. As long as they had been best friends, it was obvious that they were going to end up together. When they finally become old enough, they started a family. Poinsetta bore Chaffinch, his sister Rain, and his brother Fog. They were all very active in their first moons. Around the same time, a friend of Poinsetta also had kits. And from that litter came Robin, aka Chaffinch's best friend. She was his everything. They hung out together, they got in trouble together. It seemed that they would have the same future as Chaffinch's parents. But not so.
Chaffinch started out as a willing, hard-working youngling. He and Robin became the top younglings, even topping the older ones that were almost ready to become hunters and fighters. His parents were super proud of him. Even though they didn't watch over him anymore, they paid more attention to Chaffinch than Rain or Fog. Fog didn't mind, because she didn't like being in the spotlight anyway. But Fog was jealous of his brother. One night, Fog cornered Chaffinch and told him to lay off, or else. Chaffinch refused to. Fog threatened him again, then ran off. And the next day, Poinsetta was found dead. Her body was foudn impalied on the spire of the Shrine. Chaffinch knew that Fog had done this as punishment. [After this, Fog was never seen again.] Chaffinch became withdrawn. Robin often tried to talk to him about it, but he wouldn't tell her anything. Sometimes, they would go out into the vast territory to scream at each other. But the always made up. Chaffinch always said that he was going to get over it, but he never did. And then one time, he took the arguement too far. Chaffinch had started talking about how he knew his brother had killed Poinsetta. And Robin started defending Fog. That really pissed him off. He lashed out at her. She struck back. That started a full-fledged fight. And when the battle was over, Robin lay on the ground, battered and scratched all over. Chaffinch knew he had gone waaaay too far. He ran back to camp, acting as if nothin had happened. No one figured out that he had killed her. He sobbed a lot when her body was found. No one found this suspicious, since they had been very close. But he was really crying because he killed her.
After Chaffinch killed Robin, Chaffinch just stopped caring. He put no effort in his training, despite encouragement from everyone around him. Chaffinch had thoughts of suicide running in his head. He became super-moody. Sometimes he was calm, sometimes he blew up at someone for no reason. He overheard his instructor talking to Cobalt about having Chaffinch train for an extra moon become he was so far behind now. Chaffinch was outraged. How could this happen?
Then, Chaffinch began to think.What was the point in being angry and lagging behind? It didn't help anything or anybody. Especially not himself. So, Chaffinch started to apply himself more to his training. And because of it, he was able to become a warrior on time, along with Rain. He was named a Fighter, and it suited him.
But even though he is regarded as a loyal, young fighter now, his position is still on the line, because Chaffinch still feels guilty about Robin. And it's a burden he'll carry with him forever.
a flash into the past...an RP
Chaffinch and Robin were standing, facing each other. The beautiful landscape of Aurora's Faithful's territory seemed so gawdy compared to the heat that passed between them. Green, tall grasses surrounded them. Small, colorful wild flowers waved in the gentle wind that blew through the territory. The Crescent River was nearby, as Chaffinch could here it pounding and roaring from where he and Robin stood. It had rained a few days before, and there was a faint smell of wet peat in the air. The Tempest Woods stood not too far off, since the practically covered the whole territory. Chaffinch turned his eyes away from the surroundings and back to Robin's green eyes. Anger flashed in them, like lightning bolts, and Chaffinch had to look turn away. The silence between them lengthened between. Finally, she spoke.
He finally looked back at her, his face in a frown. She looked even more mad, but he faced her head on. Well, what? What do you want me to say?
Robin unsheathed her claws, and they sunk into the ground. I want you to tell me the truth. Do you still think your brother killed Poinsetta?
Chaffinch pawwed the ground, frustrated. Of course he thought that. He knew. But he could never tell Cobalt of his suspicions. There was no evidence. And anyway, what good what it do? Fog had run away a moon ago. It was too late for confessions. Of course I do. Who else would stick my mother on the spire of the Shrine? Who else would do something as horrible as that?
Robin shook her head, stubbornly. They had been through this conversation before, several times in the past moon. It usually hadn't lasted this long, though. By now, Robin would have moved on to another subject, or she would turn away, toward the scent of a vole creeping in the tall grass. But she seemed determinded now to change his mind. Every minute, more and more rage filled Chaffinch's insides. His instinct told him that if this didn't stop now, something dangerous was going to happen. I don't know, Chaffinch, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't him. Why can't you just accept that?
Her tone was sad now, like she was about to cry. Chaffinch was confused. Why would she cry over his brother? It made no sense. Why do you care? It's not you liked him that much...
He trailed off, because then he realized something. He couldn't name, he could barely think it. But it made more angry than he had ever been before. His tone became harsh. Why did you care?? Did you like him better than me? Were you in on this?
Then Robin looked confused. What are you talking about? In on what?
But he couldn't stop. You helped him kill her! And now she's dead! How COULD you?!
He let out a cry, and launched himself at Robin. He knocked her over on her back. She screamed, What are you doing?! I did nothing! I didn't kill her! Don't you believe me?
But then his small youngling claws dug into her stomach. She screamed louder than before. She flung herself upward and slashed as his stomach. They became a screeching, hissing tussle of Chaffinch's multi-colored fur and Robin's dark brown fur. But this was no fake tussle. This battle for who was right. And Chaffinch was determined more than ever to win this fight.
Finally, they broke apart. They both had cuts and scratches all over. It was amazing that both of them could cause that much damaged, since they were still just younglings. The ground and grass surrounding them had some blood splotches. They crounched a few tail-lengths away from each other. They both panted hard. Then, they finally stopped and looked at each in the eyes. Robin's eyes were pleading. Please, Chaffinch, won't you listen to me?
But just that statement was just too much for him to take. He launched himself at her. But she was too tired to fight back. He aimed for her throat, and hit the mark. He cut her whole throat open. When he realized what he had done, he stepped away. His heart seemed to stop beating. He had killed Robin.
He let out a long, throaty yowl of sorrow. And, then, like the coward he was, he ran.
the ones i pull close...or not
[center[mother Poinsetta murdered
brother Fog ran away
friend Robin murdered
the magic words[/blockquote][/size]