Let's Get This Started [Ugo]

[☼ Sunstorm]

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/CrouseMIDDLE.png] Since my hunting trip with Ineluki, I'd taken to the mountain range. I enjoyed the high peaks and the slopes that plunged down to the valleys below. It was simply a majestic sight, and the cool, crisp mountain air better enabled me to think properly. I had already swung back by the Crystal Stream, checking for Joaquin to try to give her the news I'd gotten from Twilight Heaven, but I hadn't found her, so I decided to walk around here and return later. I'd felt too antsy to stay in one place for very long. I was currently trekking my way down a steep slope, though sliding was more of an accurate word for it. A thick glaze of ice coated everything, and if my paw pads hadn't been so rough, they surely would have deep gashes in them. As it was, no harm was done. I just had to be careful that I kept my footing. I will admit, though, that I was having fun. Only a few times did I have to shift my weight to keep myself sliding forward, and I kept my momentum up nearly the entire time. On the other paw, there were also ocassions where I had to stop myself from going any faster, and several times I nearly lost my footing. It was a dangerous place, out here, but I enjoyed danger. After the long, adventurous slide, I reached the bottom. Tall peaks rose all around me while a bright blue sky stretched from peak to peak. A twisted smirk pushed its way onto my muzzle as I trotted forward, my claws digging into the ice with each step to insure I didn't stumble awkwardly. Even though the wind whipped at my fur, I still loved the winter. I was half Arctic, so my coat was plenty thick enough to sustain a nice body temperature. As I trotted along, my tail lifted behind me while my muzzle kept an angle of elevation, I turned my thoughts toward Joaquin. Her belly had been growing steadily in size, and the worry had increased. Me? A father? Who would have thought. I was far from ready to take on any sort of responsibility, even though I had long been out of my adolescent years. None of it really hit me, to be honest. And God, she was just huge now that I thought of it; how many suckers was she gonna have? The thought made me uneasy, and the great mounds of rock that surrounded me only added to the feeling. ooc:// Fooooor Ugo! Tweak's character. ^^ Totally sat here for ten minutes trying to think of a name, ahah. :P

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The mountains were a harsh place to be for this Maned Wolf. On any normal day he would never dare to venture up as far as this but this was not a normal day. Ugo had lost touch with his friend Nik and now was losing himself slowly to his demon. His mind was rotting away and and he was slipping further and further into the pit of his own insanity. His was impulsive, destructive and careless now, more so then every before. He no longer cared about his own well being or about his life. He had lost everything and now he was ready to simply be free. He was tired of struggling and being in pain and he would no longer put up a fight. His end would soon come and then he could truly be free of the monster in his head. He had never thought of himself as suicidal but enough was enough and now he was on a rampage, looking for whatever creature may be strong enough to eradicate him from this horrid world.

His journey to the mountains had not been an easy one and he was almost surprised that he hadn't broken anything. His long, thin legs and small paws not at all appropriate for the terrain. If the climb up this mountain didn't kill him and another wolf didn't kill him then the cold would surly have his life when the sun went down. His coat had gotten thin, chucks of it falling off of his body and leaving him looking ragged and sickly. There were scabs on his legs from him chewing on them in his fits of rage. The hair he had left was matted and stuck together with either mud or dried blood, both his own and others. He had fought and killed many wolves since his mental break down and was still on edge and ready for another fight. He would not stop until he was put to rest permanently and finally at peace.

Dark, lifeless eyes were narrowed as the male continued on his path up the mountain. He came to a valley soon enough, between two peaks, the sky above them cold and unforgiving. It would soon snow again and then Ugo would knew he would be taken out. But what fun was that really? A scent reached his nose just then, a male. Nothing more was needed and the maned wolf was off, on his way to his death in one way or another. His eyes narrowed and that dark voice in his head made itself known again. This will be fun wont it Ugo. It hissed at him, burning his ears and making his stomach tighten. The wolf could only growl and quicken his pace. "I will finally be rid of your evil." He snapped out, his voice was raspy and low, nothing like his voice only a few months ago had been. His heart was racing already and his breathing was uneven. His jaws were parted and a line of saliva was running down his mouth. He looked truly mad in this state, a crazed wolf who had lost all sense of reality and truth.

He spotted the white wolf ahead of him and growled lowly, his pace slowing down as his head lowered between his bony shoulders. He was all skin and bone now, having not eaten in quite some time. He snarled now and snapped his jaws at the air, his mind fogging over with his demon as it took control. "Look at what a tasty snack we have here." He growled out, his eyes locked on the white creature in front of him. It would be obvious that he was not in his right mind and he could only hope that would spur on this male.

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[☼ Sunstorm]

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/CrouseMIDDLE.png] When I’d first realized I wasn’t alone and I swung my head around, I’d thought that pansy-ass Alakay had finally grown some balls enough to do something after all the shit we’d given him. I won’t deny that we’d been cruel to him, verbally and perhaps physically abusing him from time to time. He was the Omega of our little group, and naturally we picked on him. Adrenaline coursed through me at once, my hackles standing and my teeth baring. Little bastard, I’d shove his dirty little nose so far into the ground it’d take him ages to stand back up. Why he would decide to provoke me like this, I had no idea. But I finally realized that it wasn’t Alakay advancing upon me. This stranger was nothing more than a sack of bones, and we’d never have Alakay in our group if he was that worthless. No, but they looked similar. I guess all Maned Wolves did, because I couldn’t really see a major difference in their pelt. Whatever. I didn’t drop my aggressive stance, but it increased even more, given the fact that some stranger was charging at me. ‘Look at what a tasty snack we have here.’ He was mad. No wolf in his right mind would charge at me; I mean, look at the size of me compared to him! He was a scrawny, good for nothing bloke and I was well-fed and muscular through and through. Even realizing this, though, I didn’t bother to back off. Like I was going to be considerate of the mental state of some random guy off the street? Hell no. “You’d better go off another way if you know what’s best for you,” I snapped, though there was a great portion of me that wanted him to remain, to give me a better reason to launch at him. I loved a good fight, and this seemed to be a perfect opportunity. I hadn’t had much of a chance to have a brawl before; only a few scuffles with Alakay and Jesse, but that was generally a one-way thing. Alakay was scrawny and I could easily overpower him. Jesse was nearing adult-hood, and was getting to be a decent opponet, but he knew better than to cross me. I’d made too many threats against him. And then I’d had one real fight, and that’d been with the Warrior Benji. Thinking of him brought a flash of anger with it, only enticing the demon that had been resting within me. It reared its head up, egging me on, and causing my claws to edge into the ground with an undeniable anticipation. I feel like I’d always been born to fight, and any opportunity I could get was wonderful. Although my expression showed nothing but my anger and aggression, the excitement started to bubble through my system at a rapid rate. I had issues, and I need vent, so what better way to vent these feelings?