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 Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 7:02 pm
 Mikhael :: Stormy Hound
Shaoilin Woods :: Rievan, JadeEye, Tahja Estes ::Allowed to post:: :: Rievan :: JadeEye :: Tahja ::General and Random:: Name from Hebrew "Mikael" meaning "Who is like God" Deep husky voice Loves snow Often caves his den in on himself Only wants his son and mate back Prone to fits of rage over nothing at all
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 7:06 pm
Name: Mikhael Age: Adult Gender: Male Rank: Lone Pack: None Mate: Laika [missing] Region: Freelands Parents: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Offspring: Rochir Personality :: Adult: The best word to describe Mikhael is angry. Frequent unexplained outbursts of rage often leave the monochrome wolf seeing red and feeling sick. In moments of peace Mikhael appears to be the perfect wolf - Loving father and mate. Unfortunately not much more is known about his personally at this time.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 12:38 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 2:26 pm
Mikhael's Theme
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 12:03 am
Irrsin sang a garbled tune as he hopped through the branches of his sweetgum tree. He was but a squirrel of very small stature, but this was HIS tree, and by gosh nobody would take it from him. Not silly squirrel or arrogant wolf! He stopped his singing as he heard a noise down below him and grabbed up handfulls of acorns just in case. Upon looking over his favorite branch he noticed a wolf of similar coloring to his own.. just waltzing below his tree like he had any sort of permission to do so at all. The nerve of some creatures! Irrsin cocked back his tiny arm and let loose a barage of thistled acorns with deadly aim, each hitting the wolf right on the nose.At first hit, the wolf carried on his way, knowing that sometimes the wind very well would blow acorns down from the trees, but as more and more hit him he became enraged. Glaring up into the treetop he found the culprit and became even more angry. "A SQUIRREL. A stupid mangey nasty rabid little RODENT" he bellowed, gnashing teeth and standing upright at the base of the large tree, forepaws resting on its bark. "You dare throw s**t at ME, you stupid insolent creature??" he screamed and ranted uselessly at the squirrel until it simply became bored and made its way into the trunk of its domain. Mikhael saw red. In his early years he would have never gotten so worked up over anything. But things had happened, he was a changed wolf now. Sure, every wolf has its day but Mikhael had never had a peaceful one in his life. He winced in horrible untold pain as memories flooded back to him. He had almost fallen unconcious again when something stirred very near to him. He froze and glared to his left, where he had heart the sound and at first saw nothing. Thinking it had only been his mind playing tricks on him he went to continue on his walk, startling the already frozen with fear rabbit that had been nesting in the bushes under the sweetgum tree. Eyes aflame with hunger and green Mikhael pounced at the rabbit, snapping his jaws just milimeters away from its tasty warm flesh. As the rabbit bolted, so did the wolf. In time, Mikhael caught his prize. He lay panting with the rabbit between his paws, waiting to eat until he had cooled down a bit and could actually stomach it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 10:57 pm
::Is This Goodbye?:: The wolf left his son, and his son's lover, behind. He had completed his goal and knew that his son had also completed his own. What was left was up to his blue eye'd offspring. Mikhael had come a long way and lived a long life. In younger years, he regretted not killing the bastards that tore him from his beloved, but now he was older and much wiser for it. His mate had died a season before, warm in her den surrounded by Rochir's elder sisters. It had only been 4 seasons past that the tyrants themselves had died away, and Rochir's brother took the land by force. He ruled strong and hard while still managing a calm and caring flare. His mother had taught him that. The land prospered, as did the wolves now living in it. New blood was allowed in, and the pack flourished like it had never done so before. Somewhere in the back of Mikhael's brain, he knew everything was alright, and everything would be alright. The sun cut paths along the forest floor, let in by parting branches high above. A soft breeze flitted through the forest, tickling the grey male's fur and causing the feathers hanging from his ear to 'fly'. It was almost as though the male had let go of everything and finally found his own peace. His limp had nearly dissipated now, and the scars were no longer visible on his hips. He breathed deeply without wheezing, and his ears and eyes were sharp again. A smile played on his maw as he walked along the forest floor, almost dancing through the spots of sunlight.Hours earlier the grey elder had dug out an old den and curled up inside. His eyes closed slowly and he felt his anger along with his pain ebb away gently, like the tides at the ocean in the morning. The sounds of the forest floated away, the smells and scents grew very faint. As the mid-day sun rose higher into the sky, the wolf called Mikhael let go.
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