Post by Noesis on Dec 2, 2006 15:04:33 GMT -5
If you are bound by lies, I will give you peace
In the pain that continues to cut into my heart
Only the memory that will not return is more precious than all else...
Name:: Noesis
Gender:: Male
Tribe:: Unnamed 3, Leader
Species:: Sumatran Tiger
Age:: 5 Winters
Coat Colour:: Orange, Black, White
Eye Colour:: Cobalt Blue
Personality:: Calm, cool, collected.Yeah, the three C's describe me to a "T". I'm what you might call... aloof. I'm willing to lend a paw, but only for a price. I've yet to find anyone willing to spend the time it'll take to melt my icy heart, save my one love who's memory is unspeakable to me. I'm also vain. Stroke me with compliments and I'll bask in the glory. I'm confident and concieted for good reason. I've yet to find another male who can rival me in the looks department. Conceited, well...I have my reasons. I'm the best of the best and I'm not afraid to boast. I don't take crap from anyone. Lookin' for a way to get on my good side? Don't bother, I'm lacking it.
History:: In the dark, desolate lands of falling ash and suffocating snow, the dying sun painted its crimson shade across the sky, losing its battle once more to night as its blood poured thickly across the horizon. The death of the day bowed for mercy under the dark clock of the nocturnal ruler, pleading to end the red massacre that was the taunting, sinister sky. Down; down sank the fiery eye of the sun, sleeping in its dark death beneath the menacing, towering mountains. Slowly retreating, slowly sinking to bed with its mistress Dawn - it was sunset. Snow fell lazily from the battle of the sky, as if the dark, inky clouds had been torn to shreds though night's blades, as if the night began its grueling torture, slowly cutting, slowly consuming. Wind howled in agony, singing a lone, sorrowful solo, crying for others to join his voice, pleading for recognition and glory. But there was only death....that's right. I was death, in all its cold, numb glory, forever safely embraced by shadowed arms. No one will find me here, no one will touch and breath through the suffocating snow...
Singing...singing.
A faint light calls me awake, a shy, nostalgic voice caressing away the burdens, unlocking the heavy shackles and dragging chains as it calls me to a memory of a transient dream. Nearby smiling...you are here. Yes...I completely remember it as if it were yesterday...that look that touched me more deeply than anyone else. Rushes of memories play, projecting its vivid colors through melting after images, singing...singing. Come into the light...can I trust these words? Can I fall asleep and awake with joy? Have the flames of struggle died? Surely it's a dream like world, surely it isn't real.The pleasure of shared memories, of dreams and gentle words and that miraculous encounter, played and strung carefully by His's hands...surely...surely...it's-
Fading...fading...
Only our image is deserted and disappearing.
Where am I? My lunar eyes open themselves to the world like those of a newborn, seeing its world for the first time; awed by the crimson shade of sunset to the snow that lazily falls to the ground. Do newborns see death however? Do they see destruction and despair? Why have I awoken? Why have my eyes opened when I was promised an eternal sleep away from pain, away from memories that should be frozen in snow, away from...her. For surrounding me are the weeping, naked trees long since stripped of their luster green. They remained formless statues, rotting into a gray, figure, into nothing more then clay. To my right are the taunting, snow capped mountains, their towering, menacing height daring anyone to provoke its majestic power. Above, the scavenging call of a raven pierced sharply through the air, its great, ominous wings spreading out as if to consume the light of the sun. But the trees...their vivid, vivacious green did not rot out of snow, or winter's hungry mouth. For snow was its light facade, was its mask against the death that reeked its putrid stench around the land, wrapping it in poisonous fingers whose nature was to choke and suffocate. Like death...
So why is there ash falling upon my muzzle?
Surely...a dreamlike world...
Where am I?
*Picture:: See sig
*Extra Comments::Basically, Noesis cannot remember anything of his past, save various fleeting memories of Her. Who She is I've yet to decide, but it's a precious person to him. Perhaps the very reason he cannot remember anything save waking up in the snow alone.
And when this life has been exhausted
There's something precious that cannot be forgotten
Our time together that we fought for
In the pain that continues to cut into my heart
Only the memory that will not return is more precious than all else...
Name:: Noesis
Gender:: Male
Tribe:: Unnamed 3, Leader
Species:: Sumatran Tiger
Age:: 5 Winters
Coat Colour:: Orange, Black, White
Eye Colour:: Cobalt Blue
Personality:: Calm, cool, collected.Yeah, the three C's describe me to a "T". I'm what you might call... aloof. I'm willing to lend a paw, but only for a price. I've yet to find anyone willing to spend the time it'll take to melt my icy heart, save my one love who's memory is unspeakable to me. I'm also vain. Stroke me with compliments and I'll bask in the glory. I'm confident and concieted for good reason. I've yet to find another male who can rival me in the looks department. Conceited, well...I have my reasons. I'm the best of the best and I'm not afraid to boast. I don't take crap from anyone. Lookin' for a way to get on my good side? Don't bother, I'm lacking it.
History:: In the dark, desolate lands of falling ash and suffocating snow, the dying sun painted its crimson shade across the sky, losing its battle once more to night as its blood poured thickly across the horizon. The death of the day bowed for mercy under the dark clock of the nocturnal ruler, pleading to end the red massacre that was the taunting, sinister sky. Down; down sank the fiery eye of the sun, sleeping in its dark death beneath the menacing, towering mountains. Slowly retreating, slowly sinking to bed with its mistress Dawn - it was sunset. Snow fell lazily from the battle of the sky, as if the dark, inky clouds had been torn to shreds though night's blades, as if the night began its grueling torture, slowly cutting, slowly consuming. Wind howled in agony, singing a lone, sorrowful solo, crying for others to join his voice, pleading for recognition and glory. But there was only death....that's right. I was death, in all its cold, numb glory, forever safely embraced by shadowed arms. No one will find me here, no one will touch and breath through the suffocating snow...
Singing...singing.
A faint light calls me awake, a shy, nostalgic voice caressing away the burdens, unlocking the heavy shackles and dragging chains as it calls me to a memory of a transient dream. Nearby smiling...you are here. Yes...I completely remember it as if it were yesterday...that look that touched me more deeply than anyone else. Rushes of memories play, projecting its vivid colors through melting after images, singing...singing. Come into the light...can I trust these words? Can I fall asleep and awake with joy? Have the flames of struggle died? Surely it's a dream like world, surely it isn't real.The pleasure of shared memories, of dreams and gentle words and that miraculous encounter, played and strung carefully by His's hands...surely...surely...it's-
Fading...fading...
Only our image is deserted and disappearing.
Where am I? My lunar eyes open themselves to the world like those of a newborn, seeing its world for the first time; awed by the crimson shade of sunset to the snow that lazily falls to the ground. Do newborns see death however? Do they see destruction and despair? Why have I awoken? Why have my eyes opened when I was promised an eternal sleep away from pain, away from memories that should be frozen in snow, away from...her. For surrounding me are the weeping, naked trees long since stripped of their luster green. They remained formless statues, rotting into a gray, figure, into nothing more then clay. To my right are the taunting, snow capped mountains, their towering, menacing height daring anyone to provoke its majestic power. Above, the scavenging call of a raven pierced sharply through the air, its great, ominous wings spreading out as if to consume the light of the sun. But the trees...their vivid, vivacious green did not rot out of snow, or winter's hungry mouth. For snow was its light facade, was its mask against the death that reeked its putrid stench around the land, wrapping it in poisonous fingers whose nature was to choke and suffocate. Like death...
So why is there ash falling upon my muzzle?
Surely...a dreamlike world...
Where am I?
*Picture:: See sig
*Extra Comments::Basically, Noesis cannot remember anything of his past, save various fleeting memories of Her. Who She is I've yet to decide, but it's a precious person to him. Perhaps the very reason he cannot remember anything save waking up in the snow alone.
And when this life has been exhausted
There's something precious that cannot be forgotten
Our time together that we fought for
