Post by Darkscale on Apr 27, 2009 22:35:33 GMT -6
Name: Darkscale
Age Group: Adult
Gender: Male
Clan: None
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: Bright Eyes
Family: He has come to think of Bight Eyes as kind of like a son, no other family to lay claim to.
Species: Rinkhals Spitting Cobra (Hemachatus haemachatus)
Physical Description:
Typical Rinkhals coloring and patterns. Black in color with white cross bands on the ventral side of the neck. His belly is mostly a deep greyish color with two or three scales here and there that are lighter than others. His body is short and strongly built at around 4' 11" in length which means at his age Darkscale has reached his maximum length and girth. He has beady black eyes that have a red tint to them and a small scar on his nose where it was ripped open by a hawk’s talon.
Personality:
Bright, sly, dangerous and compulsive only seem to scratch the surface of this mysterious serpent. Not one of many words, (and his looks convey this) Darkscale prefers to be left alone unless a very stimulating and worthwhile conversation can be made. He has a dark sense of humor that often offends other animals not of like minds and he doesn’t seem to mind the consequences of any of his actions. ‘Befriend easily’ or ‘has many friends’ are not phrases that you can use to describe him, but if you make a great effort, you will have a knowledgeable friend that will protect you to the best of his abilities no matter what the cost.
Voice Identity: Anthony Hopkins in the role of Hannibal Lecter.
History:
Darkscale keeps most of his past a secret from almost all of the animals he has encountered, except a young Golden Eagle by the name of Bright Eyes, who he has come to think of as a son. The history he does make public is the life he had in a circus, where he met and befriended the young eagle named Bright Eyes.
It was a dark, cold and wet October evening. He knows it was October because the humans that caught him said as much. Two men in very odd clothing stuck a long metal rod down Darkscale’s hole and clamped it’s metal jaws around his bulky form. No matter how hard he twisted and fought to get his head free enough to bite the intruders, it was of no use. The claws were tightened around his neck, just below his head so that he couldn’t get a bite in edgewise, nor a foul word for that matter. They shoved him in a plastic container that smelled of other snakes and threatened in harsh tones of smallness to give him claustrophobia. After a long bumpy ride, they pulled the container out, opened the lid, shoved the ice cold jaws of death around him once more and hitched him out of his cell.
From that day forward until the day he arrived Amanija, Darkscale had been forced to show off his fangs, hood and venom spitting tricks in front of hundreds of humans crowded in a small tent. The first two weeks of this annoying routine had Darkscale on the brink of insanity, as there were many other animals there who had already surrendered to the disease and were of no help to him in avoiding it. But one animal became his ally in his battle against isolation and it was this animal that resided in a cage above him that saved his life.
For many weeks he would talk with this creature known as Bright Eyes, neither of them saw the other or even knew what species the other was. And during those weeks Darkscale would teach the young Bright Eyes everything he knew of the outside world...For Bright Eyes was a captive from a very young age and knew very little of the great beyond that he could remember. The day Darkscale and Bright Eyes met face to face, was the day that the two of them escaped together.
It was early in the morning or so he believed because the light had not yet started to show through the near opaque box that Darkscale lived in. Two voices came like thunder to the sensitive ears of the sleeping reptile and the bodies to these voices lifted his cage from its resting place and brought it crashing down onto the ground. The shouts of many a human from the ‘show and tell’ room, which is what both Darkscale and Bright Eyes called the ring where they had to preform, made him realize that he had an early start and late quit today. The mirrored grunts from Bright Eyes told him that they were both in the same boat and possibly going to be shown together.
This made Darkscale a little giddy. He would finally meet his companion face to face, but at the same time he was a little shy...What was he going to look like compared to his friend, who may be a large, beautiful python or some sort of colorful lizard. Never did he guess it would be one of his most dreaded enemies...I mean, who would put such an animal so close to its prey?
The box lit up suddenly as the lid came off and the claws of doom wrapped around him once more. Such was the routine that he didn’t fight back this time, he just let them pull him out into the room full of loud, smelly people. Darkscale was placed on the sandy ground where a flurry of feet let him know that the ring leader and handlers were gone. Now it was just him and the “snake charmer” in the ring...Or was it. As he looked around, he became more aware of the fact that he was not just going have to hover in front of the snake charmer and do his little number for the crowd. No, this time the charmer didn’t have his stick, nor his stool that he usually sat on. Today was not the day to enjoy the same lulling music and movements as every other day. No, today was the day he, Darkscale, was going to die.
There, perched on the right arm of his charmer was a magnificent Golden Eagle, young, but still beautiful to behold. This monster was looking at him, beak open and wings spread wide for all to see, his eyes were so alert and bright....Bright...Bright Eyes.... In one quick movement, the charmer placed the bird on the ground and started to give out a long winded speech about the facts of the food chain and that snakes and birds were mortal enemies...and that he, the charmer, would put the snake into such a lull, that he wouldn’t try to bite the eagle.
But before he could say much more on the matter, Bright Eyes had taken off from his ground level perch and came flying at Darkscale. It happened in the blink of an eye, he had been on the ground, trying to find a way out of this place before the bird could think of him as a snack and then with a loud “SWOOSH!” he was in the air, being gripped by all four talons of the eagle’s left foot. But he didn’t die. No, instead he heard Bright Eye’s voice ringing in his ears....”Nice to meet you Darkscale, now how bout you and I get out of this joint eh?”
And then there was silence...
Darkscale looked behind them to find there was no tent, just endless mountains and a few lakes in the distance being watched over by a vast sky. There was no way they could have gotten away from those humans that fast, they had only just left the flaps of the tent behind when the noise had stopped. So where was everybody? Bright Eyes seem to notice the same thing and went higher to get a better view....Where they were was unknown, but Darkscale liked it....No....He loved it. They were free....Free at last.
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Age Group: Adult
Gender: Male
Clan: None
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: Bright Eyes
Family: He has come to think of Bight Eyes as kind of like a son, no other family to lay claim to.
Species: Rinkhals Spitting Cobra (Hemachatus haemachatus)
Physical Description:
Typical Rinkhals coloring and patterns. Black in color with white cross bands on the ventral side of the neck. His belly is mostly a deep greyish color with two or three scales here and there that are lighter than others. His body is short and strongly built at around 4' 11" in length which means at his age Darkscale has reached his maximum length and girth. He has beady black eyes that have a red tint to them and a small scar on his nose where it was ripped open by a hawk’s talon.
Personality:
Bright, sly, dangerous and compulsive only seem to scratch the surface of this mysterious serpent. Not one of many words, (and his looks convey this) Darkscale prefers to be left alone unless a very stimulating and worthwhile conversation can be made. He has a dark sense of humor that often offends other animals not of like minds and he doesn’t seem to mind the consequences of any of his actions. ‘Befriend easily’ or ‘has many friends’ are not phrases that you can use to describe him, but if you make a great effort, you will have a knowledgeable friend that will protect you to the best of his abilities no matter what the cost.
Voice Identity: Anthony Hopkins in the role of Hannibal Lecter.
History:
Darkscale keeps most of his past a secret from almost all of the animals he has encountered, except a young Golden Eagle by the name of Bright Eyes, who he has come to think of as a son. The history he does make public is the life he had in a circus, where he met and befriended the young eagle named Bright Eyes.
It was a dark, cold and wet October evening. He knows it was October because the humans that caught him said as much. Two men in very odd clothing stuck a long metal rod down Darkscale’s hole and clamped it’s metal jaws around his bulky form. No matter how hard he twisted and fought to get his head free enough to bite the intruders, it was of no use. The claws were tightened around his neck, just below his head so that he couldn’t get a bite in edgewise, nor a foul word for that matter. They shoved him in a plastic container that smelled of other snakes and threatened in harsh tones of smallness to give him claustrophobia. After a long bumpy ride, they pulled the container out, opened the lid, shoved the ice cold jaws of death around him once more and hitched him out of his cell.
From that day forward until the day he arrived Amanija, Darkscale had been forced to show off his fangs, hood and venom spitting tricks in front of hundreds of humans crowded in a small tent. The first two weeks of this annoying routine had Darkscale on the brink of insanity, as there were many other animals there who had already surrendered to the disease and were of no help to him in avoiding it. But one animal became his ally in his battle against isolation and it was this animal that resided in a cage above him that saved his life.
For many weeks he would talk with this creature known as Bright Eyes, neither of them saw the other or even knew what species the other was. And during those weeks Darkscale would teach the young Bright Eyes everything he knew of the outside world...For Bright Eyes was a captive from a very young age and knew very little of the great beyond that he could remember. The day Darkscale and Bright Eyes met face to face, was the day that the two of them escaped together.
It was early in the morning or so he believed because the light had not yet started to show through the near opaque box that Darkscale lived in. Two voices came like thunder to the sensitive ears of the sleeping reptile and the bodies to these voices lifted his cage from its resting place and brought it crashing down onto the ground. The shouts of many a human from the ‘show and tell’ room, which is what both Darkscale and Bright Eyes called the ring where they had to preform, made him realize that he had an early start and late quit today. The mirrored grunts from Bright Eyes told him that they were both in the same boat and possibly going to be shown together.
This made Darkscale a little giddy. He would finally meet his companion face to face, but at the same time he was a little shy...What was he going to look like compared to his friend, who may be a large, beautiful python or some sort of colorful lizard. Never did he guess it would be one of his most dreaded enemies...I mean, who would put such an animal so close to its prey?
The box lit up suddenly as the lid came off and the claws of doom wrapped around him once more. Such was the routine that he didn’t fight back this time, he just let them pull him out into the room full of loud, smelly people. Darkscale was placed on the sandy ground where a flurry of feet let him know that the ring leader and handlers were gone. Now it was just him and the “snake charmer” in the ring...Or was it. As he looked around, he became more aware of the fact that he was not just going have to hover in front of the snake charmer and do his little number for the crowd. No, this time the charmer didn’t have his stick, nor his stool that he usually sat on. Today was not the day to enjoy the same lulling music and movements as every other day. No, today was the day he, Darkscale, was going to die.
There, perched on the right arm of his charmer was a magnificent Golden Eagle, young, but still beautiful to behold. This monster was looking at him, beak open and wings spread wide for all to see, his eyes were so alert and bright....Bright...Bright Eyes.... In one quick movement, the charmer placed the bird on the ground and started to give out a long winded speech about the facts of the food chain and that snakes and birds were mortal enemies...and that he, the charmer, would put the snake into such a lull, that he wouldn’t try to bite the eagle.
But before he could say much more on the matter, Bright Eyes had taken off from his ground level perch and came flying at Darkscale. It happened in the blink of an eye, he had been on the ground, trying to find a way out of this place before the bird could think of him as a snack and then with a loud “SWOOSH!” he was in the air, being gripped by all four talons of the eagle’s left foot. But he didn’t die. No, instead he heard Bright Eye’s voice ringing in his ears....”Nice to meet you Darkscale, now how bout you and I get out of this joint eh?”
And then there was silence...
Darkscale looked behind them to find there was no tent, just endless mountains and a few lakes in the distance being watched over by a vast sky. There was no way they could have gotten away from those humans that fast, they had only just left the flaps of the tent behind when the noise had stopped. So where was everybody? Bright Eyes seem to notice the same thing and went higher to get a better view....Where they were was unknown, but Darkscale liked it....No....He loved it. They were free....Free at last.
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