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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 4:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 12:45 am
 (take me)
far from all that's wrong and...
(let these)
fears collapse inside
(take me)
back to when i...
(believed)
and as a little boy
he tried to hide his eyes
with reeds and rituals
with paper and a knife
the fire will always burn
the skin and forgery
an answer when you won't
the bloodless hands of fear
he didn't know (he didn't know)
he didn't know (he didn't know)
he didn't know
he was hungry
he didn't know (he didn't know)
he didn't know (he didn't know)
he didn't know
he was hungry
someone had a knife (someone had a knife)
took away my eyes (my eyes)
the last time is right now
this choice will take or make everything
your face is fading out
(wash those days)
(from your eyes and let them fall away)
(drown the fear that holds you)
(wash those days)
(from your eyes and let them fall away)
(drown the fear)
he felt the wake
of torrid days
ushered through
by warm mistakes
suddenly (suddenly)
his broken feet (his broken feet)
took their rest
on bended knee
he didn't know (he didn't know)
he didn't know (he didn't know)
he didn't know
he was hungry
he didn't know (he didn't know)
he didn't know (he didn't know)
he didn't know
he was hungry
he was hungry
someone had a knife (someone had a knife)
took away my eyes (my eyes)
the last time is right now
this choice will take or make everything
your face is fading out
i won't stand here
this dance won't stop the music
your promise will help me lead
until the end
(if this is the last time)
what words have you to say
(i won't forget you)
(exhale the last breath)
(tear down the statues)
(this scar will remain here)
before we spill this blood
(to mark where we severed)
(my hands from your hands)
(your hands from my heart)
(if this)
this time you will be afraid
(is the last time)
(if this)
you've lost me, your plan failed
(is the last time)
(this is the last time)
(this is the last time)
(this is the last time) 
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 8:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 6:22 pm
 Name: Tasubaa
Meaning: Redeemed
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: N/A
Age: 2 1/2
Pack: None
Rank: beta
Family: None
Mate: None
Eyes: one eyes is of a crimson hue, almost replicating his pelt, while the other is sealed close with a scar as an eerie green seep between its openings.
Pelt: A firey orange/red that graudally becomes a yellow hue towards his stomach. Thick fur just atop his head hang in a jagged array, somewhat of an unusual spectacle for one to come across. Draping down from his head are two braids with beaded ties. Upon each paw, a braclet resides just above his paw as faint inscriptions are engraved upon them. His ears are pierced with small silver rings with two on the left and one on the right.
Markings: Two red lines underneath his eyes as strange black markings are distinguished upon his side.
Likes: Solitude, challenges, the unknown, seclusion, brawls, being surrounded by good company.
Dislikes: Traitors, pitty, power-hunger, betrayal, Valen, intimidation...
Personality: Though Valen had dealt him the hand of fate, sentencing him to death and unspeakable torment, Tasubaa has a calm nature and a humble sense about him. He holds no spite to the loss of sight within his left eye as, in his reason, Valen had only granted him the ability to percieve sounds with a more acute nature. Though to some he appears a wandering vagabond, Tasubaa had overcome death and he had been one of the few to tell the tale. Rarely the young warrior seeks to unleash senseless bloodshed yet, rest assured, he would never law a claw upon those whom he has come to know and trust. But to those who appear foul and distasteful, the once brutish nature only boils at the surface in anticipation for the first strike to be delt.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:30 am
He once reigned supreme alongside a childhood friend, ranking high as a beta whose outlooks towards life was with great vigor and a postive outlook but, simply, it only took greed and lust to ultimately warp and transform ones lifestyle into a living hell.
Valen, Alpha of the Crimson Trail pack, couldn't contain his consuming need for power and strength. How was one to obtain such desires when a worthy competitor, a best friend, ruled alongside him? He couldn't- no, he wouldn't stand to let Tasubaa get in his way! The young, firey wolf could very well pilage everything from him and he had to erradicate every possible outcome. Then everything that he had fought for, everything he had sacrificed for would be lost...
There was only one option left.
Tasubaa was to be sentenced to death; to be exhiled from the pack that he had served faithfully.
With the cat-slivered moon looming within the nights sky and silence casting itself upon the lands, the operation was put forth into action. Val and several recruits he had managed to manipulate silently padded within the darkness. Time had come and the friendship between Valen and Tasubaa would end in betrayal, bloodshed and bad terms. The Alpha knew all too well that time was of the essence and now would be the perfect time to take the young Beta by force and make him submit into submission.
As a ritual, Tasubaa had awoken and sought to quench his thirst at the nearby river. The same strange, unnerving dreams had long haunted him yet it was still shrouded as to what they meant. Fire, bloodshed, and the howls of those who had long passed; what did it all mean? Nothing made any sense...it's vauge and haunting presence always hung at the back of his mind. But the young Beta had let the same dreams lay in the wakes of his thoughts for too long and, as with every night, the dreams meant nothing to him. They were only unsolved mysteries, nothing more. Yet lurking within the shadows, Val and his henchmen deaftly drew closer.
He could nearly envision the warm, oozing blood within his mouth! Revenge was at hand and Valen would do anything to regain confidence that no challenges to his dominance would let any males take his rank! Blue orbs settled upon the firey male with a twisted gleam. But before he could advance, he shot back a stern glare to the cloaked individuals that beackoned behind him. "Wait here," he muttered as he proceeded stiff-leggedly from out of the shadows, his tail feathered and bristled slightly as his whole body tensed; for when the time was ripened for the attack.
A small, twisted grin drew up upon Val's maw as he stepped towards the river. "Morning Tasubaa," he greeted with a gruff, slightly eerie tone.
The firey adult looked up from the river, his maw dripping with the cool waters as a strange feeling came over him. Something was not right. Val's tone seemed to send small chills up his back as such a greeting was rather unwelcoming. Tasubaa let the feelings pass as he smiled. "You're up early, Valen. What's the occasion?"
"To anihilate a threat." He coldly responded, tilting his head slightly towards the side as his ocher orbs directed its gaze upon Tasubaa. His lips pulled back as gnashing fangs unveiled their presence. A flash of his teeth and the signal was sent. Slowly, several other wolves stepped out from the darkness, slowly surrounding Tasubaa until the traitor, villanious brute was enclosed. Hackles echoed within his chest as Valen stepped closer, eyes drawing near the flickering orbs of his rival. "You've been a friend but you're getting in the way, Tasubaa. I can't risk having you rob me blindly."
Tasubaa shook his head. He was a threat? How? He didn't understand! Knitting his brows in confusion, he padded one step closer as the fur upon his back bristled slightly. "I have done nothing," he responded with a calm tone as he attempted to sway logic into his friends view. "Val, I have been nothing but loyal and a protector for you and the pack. I am innocent."
"You lie!" Swiping a swift paw against Tasubaa's left eye, Valen dug his claws deep into Tasubaa's flesh as he sent his newfound opponent to the ground. As blood trickled from Tasubaa's eye and the world around him became dark, the Alpha parted from the inner circle and slowly withdrew towards the outside. He gritted his teeth as his ears were pulled back in unmistakable fury. "You're a lost cause, Tasubaa. I should have never trusted you." Glancing towards those who conformed around the fallen beta, a malicious sneer crossed his maw.
"Finish him."
Growls and flashes of deadly fangs encircled the firey wolf as the mongrel horde lunged at Tasubaa with awaiting jaws. He winced and stifled a cry as driving claws and fangs bombarded his body. He couldn't die- no he wouldn't let himself fall by the hands of a traitor and a powerhungry monster. He stumbled to catch his footing, rolling quickly as he utilized his teeth to n** and catch hold to any of the attacking wolves that leapt towards him. As blood trickled from his countless gashes, and the bloodshed between the once deemed beta and his brethren would not cease, Tasubaa had no choice.
He had to run away.
Suddenly the firey wolf madly dashed towards one of the marauders, knocking him down with full force as he had broken the circle. With a prime chance, Tasubaa began sprinting into the woods as he was pulling farther and farther away from the outskirts of the territory. It was a decision of life and death and Tasubaa wouldn't let himself die by the claws of Val as a sheer yearning for revenge, blood for blood, was necessary and in order.
Watching from afar as Tasubaa fleed from the packlands, Valen and his "followers" hackled and howled with pleasure seeing the once mighty Beta fall away and retreat. They had conquered him! The right eye of Tasubaa's was dismembered and the threat to the rank of Alpha was no more! But celebration would only be followed by the return of the fallen warrior and the likelyhood of such a tide of events was-
"Never. Tasubaa will never return or he will confront with death," Valen smirked as he padded away from the scene of the crime; tarnished crimson that lathered the earth below, dismantled clumps of fur that clung to grass and brush as a marker for where the misery began.
But the fallen warrior would rise again.
Until he could regain his strength and stature, Tasubaa would hide in the woods until he could face the blackhearted traitor himself and take back his honor and pack from the rule of the Tyrant. Perhaps an army was needed, or maybe only time?
When time would ripen, Tasubaa would face his fears. He would return home or, perhaps, pave a new destiny for himself within a new land. Yet forever would the pains of betrayal and mutiny reside in his heart; Valen would pay by his blood to atone for his crimes.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:38 am
 Beta
To some, Tasubaa is a strange and mysterious individual whose past seems bleak and shrouded. The firey male portrays a slightly brutish appearance with his left eye that kindle with lively hues of flames and the right one that remains sealed by a scar as an eerie green coloration seeps forth from its minute opening. A thick, jagged array of hair sits atop his head in a warrior-like stature; sweeping and swaying past his eyes while its tattered trail creeps down his spine towards the back of his neck. As both a ritual and a custom, two featheres are embedded within his hair, piercings of strange metal cling to his ears and engraven anklets rest upon his paws. What seems to puzzle many are the strange, stark-black markings that tarnish his hide in a unique fashion but, once again, those too hold sacred meanings and customs.
But the past is long forgotten...why should he keep such traditions as his own friend, his Alpha, Valen, had sought to obliterate his very existance? Perhaps it is the memories and the upheld rituals that still root themselves deep within his sorrowful soul, those which can never fade from his train of thought. Whatever the cost, Tasubaa seeks revenge upon Valen and to restablish dominance and overthrow the tyrant ruler.
The Judgement day would come...
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 8:37 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 4:35 pm
FriendsShanti- After coming upon her by looking upwards and into the boughs of a tree, Tasubaa's emotions were stirred and, from then on, his heart began to persue her for love and an interest. Though she was quiet and mute, the fiery wolf felt that she was one whom seemed to understand him and wasn't quick to pass judgement upon him. To him, Shanti is a wolfess whom he desires to grow closer to.
Link- By means of casually strolling within the woods, Tasubaa happened to stumble across Link. Though soft spoken and casual, Tasu finds Link to be intresting and has a good outlook. With their ears riddled in the metal of man, the fiery wolf also considers Link to be another wolf whom also understands him and as someone he can relate to.
Maverick- Somewhat hesitant and rather careless at first, Tasubaa didn't care to hear the young wolfs propositions about creating a pack, a new lifestyle and esteeming hope and a future to wolves who were left shattered and condemned to die by their so called "Alpha". But, as he listening and intensely questioned the black and purple wolf, Tasu's heart grew soft and some ounce of truth was manifested to him. There was something that reassured him and soothed his worries; he could trust in Maverick. Binding himself into friendship and and packlife, Tasubaa looks towards Maverick as his Alpha and friend.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 9:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 7:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 8:29 pm
Where's Tasubaa:: Location and Situation
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 8:54 pm
Facts And Quirks Behind The Brute:: Tasubaa -Tasubaa is very attached to his spikey, jagged hair. He tries to make it look good for a first impression.
-Tasubaa hates the snow.
-Tasubaa doesn't hate humans...just the ones that have killed both wolves and the natives.
-Tasubaa loves to swim.
-Tasubaa has acurate hearing (more precise due to the loss of his right eye)
-Tasubaa loves the night.
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