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Darc
Age: 21 (Dog years) - Stops aging when immortal.
Gender: Male
Species: Pure-blooded wolf.
Major abilities: Blink (Swift/instantaneous movement), Shadow manipulation, Shape shift, shadow body (Immortal body), blood ritual.
Natural abilities: None
Bio: Darc was born into a kingdom far from where he dwells now; none of this kingdom had unnatural abilities or strength. Darc resented his boring life, an anger and hatred over took him, nothing in his life could explain this hatred, he was well off and the kingdom was peaceful. His father was part of the military that defended the territory in times of war, and when not, did no more than guard the gate from possible intruders.
Still among the children of the kingdom, Darc could not officially train with the army. Though he was always good with words, he often spoke strategy to his father, ways to expand the kingdom further then they could imagine. His father never took this seriously, considering them no more than a child’s pointless ideas.
Darc easily convinced his father to train him for a future in the king's military. His mother objected at first, when she saw that Darc was more at ease than she'd seen in a long time upon their return. She reluctantly permitted it.
Darc learned very quickly, his father was trained, though only to an extent. Not long after the training sessions ended, Darc longed for the thrill of battle. He started fights, though he easily overpowered other his age, they practiced but never had any real training. Darc then challenged groups; he had little experience fighting multiple opponents, so the fights held him for awhile. Though, as he won, fewer opponents wanted to fight him. Darc's mother began to despise him, they'd achieved peace, but Darc had brought back the pain of fighting, spilling blood at all chances he could. She blamed Darc's father for introducing him to fighting, that they should have known he was a rotten child from the start.
Darc's opponents dwindled to nothing. He began to crave more than inflicting pain, small bleeding wounds; he wanted to see pools of blood. He wanted to kill. Darc embraced these dark urges.
Darc knew he'd ruined his family, his mother was miserable and his father was angry most of the time. Darc had done so much damage; he found no reason not to destroy his family completely. Darc convinced himself he could get stronger if he severed his emotional ties.
He found his chance one day when his father was on guard, his mother was home and helpless; she seemed on the brink of insanity. She yelled at Darc, telling him he was nothing but a demon, that he was sent to wreak havoc on the innocent and nothing more.
As he stepped slowly toward her he growled, she flinched away and ducked in fear.
Darc could feel every pulse of blood rushing through his body, his heart pounded at what seemed an unnatural rate. His eyes filled with malice as he laughed sadistically at the vile sin he was about to commit.
His mother still ducking and quivering with her tail between her legs, she begged for mercy. Darc leapt forward, his paw landing on her head and slamming her jaw into the ground, holding her there. She squirmed and writhed to escape, Darc let go only to bat her onto her side. Swiftly his paw went onto her muzzle to hold her down; he could feel her trying to speak, trying to call for help, though he had her jaws too tightly closed.
Then he heard her voice escape, low and quite. "Why? Darc please...Why?"
Darc pressed down harder, she writhed again until he whispered in her ear, "Because you are right, I live only to cause other suffering, I want to be soaked in blood, only fitting it be the blood that brought me to this world. I am your sin mother, and this is your punishment."
She lashed at his face with the nearest of her paws. Darc bit into her forepaw and pressed his paw down on her leg until it snapped; she yelped in pain and whined.
"Father will return soon, I'll make sure he joins you, and if not, I'll torture you all throughout our afterlife." Darc whispered in her ear again before crushing her muzzle beneath his paw. He placed bother paws on the side of her belly, digging his nails in and forcing them down, tearing her stomach open. The pain was shown with a gargling of blood deep in her throat and lungs.
Organs and blood spilled all over the ground. Her body limp, Darc had lain in the pooling blood, the blood was warm, a welcome warmth that Darc hadn't felt in a long time. The cold darkness in his soul was something he loved, he would never be burdened by others pain.
By the time Darc's father returned, Darc was huddled close to his mother's body, her organs pushed away to make room. Darc's muzzle was between her broken front paw and the uninjured one, his eyes half closed in love and sorrow.
"Forgive me mother, please mother." He mumbled to himself.
Darc's father stared silently in shock; finally he spoke, announcing his return.
"W-What happened here, what happened to your mother?" He said in sorrow and confusion.
Darc shot to his feet; he stared directly at his father, but gave no answer.
"What happened!?" He yelled, suddenly furious.
"I killed her." Darc said, his voice and expression distant.
Shaking his head Darc's sadness was gone and replaced with ruthlessness once again.
"I killed her! I punished her for condemning this world and bringing life to pure sin!" He placed his paw on his mother's head. "I killed her, I killed her, and you share that very same sin."
"You b*****d!" His father growled.
He leapt at Darc, similar to how Darc had hours before. “Why! You have already taken so much, wh-”
Darc used the blood to slide to in a better position, thrusting his shoulder up and crashing it into his bottom jaw.
Darc ducked and his father flew over his head.
Darc’s father landed and slid through the pooled blood, quickly staggering to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth, a combination of the dead mother and his own.
“You’ve given me all that I could hope for, you and mother, except a way to rid me of this wretched darkness, to be truly at peace. So instead I look forward to my next kill.” Darc was already facing his opponent, his eyes predicting the movements his father could make.
His father dashed forward, swerving left at the last moment and striking Darc’s muzzle. Blood trickled from the claw marks on Darc’s face. His father was picking up his other paw, attempting to strike again, Darc ducked and moved forward, using his head and shoulder to knock his father off balance and onto his side. Darc couldn’t help but to think of his mother.
Before he could get up Darc placed his paw on a paw on his opponent’s neck, his other holding down the paws that lay on the ground. His father attempted again to strike Darc with his free paw, Darc dodged and bit it, he pulled away until the tendons and joints all broke away, rendering that paw useless, the snap brought his mind to his mother once again, though this was the opposite paw.
“You are a disgrace; I can’t bear the thought that I learned how to fight from you!” Darc said letting go of his father’s leg. “Get up you worthless dog. How disappointing, I longed to have a true fight against you, a fight against an opponent with fighting experience, though instead you insult me by being so weak, useless to even protect your mate.” Darc stepped away from him. Darc’s father did as he was commanded, he was hardly able to hold his paw up, it nearly dragged on the ground as he limped himself toward his son. The hatred in his eyes was powerful. Though nothing he could do would overcome the murderous cur that stood before him.
“Fight me.” Darc said, his voice showed that of a simple command.
His father made no more movements, only looked at his son, angry but filled with sorrow. Unable to believe that this darkness is the child he and his mate once loved.
“You’re a vile creature, a demon, scourge, devil… Though no matter I could not kill you, you are my son, and this is my fault.” He said, lashing at Darc with his uninjured paw.
Darc tried dodging, but he could not fully understand his father’s words, they kept repeating in his mind. Darc finally growled in frustration and ripped his father’s throat out.
"Pathetic." Darc Spat. "That is why I have no need for emotional ties, though I am not entirely heartless."
Darc's father had fallen on the opposite side that his mother lays. Darc bit into his father's tail and dragged his body next to his mother. Their eyes meeting in death.
Darc was far too exhausted to go on his way, he might have left to find a new home to fight for, another kingdom rise in and eventually rule.. Though it seemed now that the path would only bring him to a prison cell or the death sentance.
Darc claimed a place over the heads of the bodies, his own finally relaxing to slumber, he dipped his paw into the puddle of blood, a mix of his mother's and father's. He had done just as he had promised his mother, he had covered himself in the blood that brought him to this world.
Darc closed his eyes and drifted fully to sleep. He dreampt that he was trapped in a world with a crimson red moon, thick blood drops floated in the air. Everything seemed hazed in blood, to most it would be a nightmare, to Darc however, this was his vision of paradise, a safe haven from what was to become of him. As he walked the blood clinged to his fur and started to change it to a dark red and the warmth of the blood made him want to kill until the end of his own life, to forever choose another's fate.
"Poor child." A voice said in sympathy.
"He had to kill his own father, I wonder what made him do such a thing. Another spoke in reply.
"The child is safe, at least that is an up side to this, I only wish that he could have saved her before it came to this." The first spoke again.
Darc roused from his dream, his paradise melted away and he was ready to recieve his punishment.
"Seemes those traning lessons backfired." The second laughed. "Hm? He's awake."
"You alright?" one of them asked.
"Yeah, I suppose. Why have you come to bother me?" Darc said, confused at the sincerity in their voices. They sounded as though they felt sorry for him.
"You don't remember?" The same one seemed to be asking more questions than the other, almost intarigating him.
"Stop asking me stupid questions! Damn, my skill is pounding." Darc said, half telling the truth, he hadn't wanted to give away his sin if they had not figured it out yet.
Forcing himself to his paws, nearly slipping in the now cold blood, clumps of it stained in his fur. They hadn't moved him nor the corpses. The room still reeked of death.
"I'm sure killing your own father can have that effect." The other said, the first wolf gave him a irritated look and he went silent.
Darc noticed the word killed rather than murdered. If Darc kept silent he could still have a chance to remain a member of the kingdom instead of a prisoner or worse, just a corpse after his exacution.
His parents only became known after Darc had started fighting, though by that time they couldn't be around each other without argueing. Others in the kingdom thought they were no more than scum, very few blamed Darc for his behavior, assuming that his parent had always acted in that manner.
Through his entire life He'd unknowingly set his muderous path in motion. Slowly his legend was created by his fellow wolves, starting with a battle of ten to one on the kingdom's path. The losing wolves too ashamed to announce their play in Darc's legacy.
Returning home from the fight Darc found his mother dead, inspecting the body, he planned how he'd make his father suffer for it while he waited for his return, that being the explanation for the similar wounds on the bodies. A valiant battle between the two, Darc ended it with a swift bite to the neck. Ending his father's life, he dragged the body in front of his mother's to show her that she may rest in peace.
Darc became a 'Vengeful Hero' in the eyes of his peers and even to his superiors. They took the bodies away and left Darc his home, rarely he was brought gifts for thanks.
"Thank you for ridding us of that murderer," was by far the most common. Others would just leave their gifts just past the entrance to his home.
Darc no longer fought inside the kingdom. his recent kills held him off longer than he'd expected, he was beginning to enjoy normal life.
His legend traveled over time, higher in the ranks until it reached the king, along with advice of how beneficial it would be to have a warrior like that fighting by their side on the battlefield, and how at a young age, the battle experience would sink deep and engrave itself to the child's heart and soul.
One day as Darc was leaving his home he encountered a pretty; young she-wolf leaving a gift. Upon seeing him her eyes widened, she turned and nearly ran off.
 Desilude · Mon Nov 28, 2011 @ 10:01pm · 0 Comments |
