ITSUWARI NO KAGE

[SHYGUY]

'the end is near,
[ ITSUWARI NO KAGE ]

~it's the beginning of the end~

full name ,, itsuwari no kage
nickname ,, ink
gender ,, female
age ,, four years
species ,, zasshoku-sei
rank ,, ko gado

~and there are no heroes here~

powers ,, jump, shadows
weaknesses ,,

> jump is a technique that was drilled into her at young age. that being said, she has had nothing but time to practice this movement, making her quite well-rounded in it; capable of jumping meters in every direction available. however, due to how her attention is easily drawn away, she sometimes mis-steps and ends up in tricky situations.

> shadows is her more favored skill. it allows her to slink into the shadow in a heartbeat, and re-appear whenever she deems necessary. this complements her former ability perfectly, allowing flawless espionage tactics and assassination capabilities on prey and wolf alike. the only downfall she deems, is the inability to fully erase her presence from the physical plane.

~deep down, you know it's true~

likes ,,

> a challenge
> training/sparring
> traveling
> respect
> power
> confidence
> night
> summer
> silence
> perfection
> males
> females
> sexuality
> being preoccupied
> order
> sleuthing
> her false image

dislikes ,,

> being wrong
> being corrected
> undesirable distractions
> bright lights
> being out-done
> failure
> privacy invasion
> no control
> being disregarded
> being judged
> ignorance
> restrictions
> incomplete hunts/jobs/quests/decisions
> chaos
> disobedience
> her family
> 'spotlight' attention

fears ,,

> being rejected
> never being good enough
> wolves getting too close
> trust

personality ,,

INK is a complicated creature, and this is mainly because of her shrouded and dark background. It has left her with skewed perspective and many questions. Though there is one thing she can, and always will stand by; 'The closer someone gets, the shorter the knife they need.' INK trusts no one, and lets no one in. She hides emotions behind the skilled facade of a mask. She does her best to remain stoic; unaffected, ignorant, at peace. The opposite of the storm that brews beneath the skin.

Keeping up appearances, INK tends to enjoy solitude merely for the fact of freedom; with no wandering eyes she is capable, independent. However when they set themselves on her she reverts to her original state, the perfection that her father so craved. She keeps them away with blunt or simple comments, no tact or guise, which sometimes makes her come off as rude or selfish. Contrary to this belief, INK is not rude nor selfish, and if one could take advantage of a small chink in her armor, one could see the hidden being inside; one similar to a curious pup. However, those who attempt usually get the sharp end of the stick; her emotions.

INK would follow suit down the line of a sinner more so than a virtuous and benevolent being. She has an exceptional level of pride, to the point of a fault. The wolf believes she is unstoppable and will go through hell and back to prove so; failure is never an option, as her father so delicately drilled into her head as a whelp. She tends to look down on everyone by first glance, but she keeps her maw shut and gives respect to those she deems acceptable; or higher in the caste system INK relates to a cage... though sometimes she lets slip a few slurs in a more ancient tongue. This language is reason for her sometimes incapable means to understand figurative phrases or properly use contractions.

In a professional stand-point INK has the necessary prerequisites thanks to her careful upbringing. She takes her jobs and missions very seriously, and does whatever it take to complete it. This could be anything from violence to blackmail, ridiculous antics and waiting, to using her sexuality; which is one of her more favored tactics on males. INK is a more the 'End justifies the means.' wolf, though she tends to take her quests on an impersonal and need-to-know basis. This viewpoint sets her in a negative light, but she does not know better; she has a narrow vision when it comes to the 'big picture'.

From a different perspective, past the armor, the pride, past the faults, and misconceptions; there is good in plain sight. INK is a highly intelligent wolf, yet her intelligence is also the anchor to her pride; knowing is not always a good thing, ignorance is bliss. She is also very observant, blessed with the handy ability of 'Photographic Memory'. This skill helped her prove her worth as a pup in the Kage line, and increased her capacity to learn faster. It also continues to assist her now, in planning strategic moves and taking advantage of an other-wise-hidden flaw.

~on the surface, all is well~

eye color ,,sharp sky blue
markings ,, all over frame, sea green hued
appearance ,,

INK's a unique specimen, and one that proves the old poetic saying 'Fair is foul, and foul is fair.' At first glance the femme seems like a petite, fragile, brightly colored angel, but a closer inspection is always needed; never take anything at face value. The way she struts herself, the proud trot coupled with the small smirk that crawls up her maw. The dark twinkle that flashes through her eyes - seemingly engulfing them in darkness, the high held banner and puffed out chest; it all sings a different song.

It is true that INK is small in relative comparison to the average-sized wolf, but in no way is she to be underestimated. She is compact and strong, capable of throwing herself forward in a gust of speed to clamp down on her prey with sets of teeth for piercing and crushing. Legs also more than deft at moving without projecting any noise. Muscles flex beneath the deceitful surface, always tense and always prepared. INK's strength is not the only thing told past the pelt, her story is as well; scars litter her frame from banner to crown, engulfing her like a battlefield. Some are faded and light, some are healed but protruding, and others can be seen almost perfectly through the fur that graces her physique.

INK's pelt is short and course, unlike it would suggest at first glance, incapable of giving her the warmth suitable during winters. The base of the coat it painted a creamy white, a beautiful shade able to twinkle alluringly in the sun and moon, and disappear into the darkness. Several markings scratch the surface, most hued a graceful sea green while some drip a solid gray. The green patterns wrap around her thighs and fore-limbs, along with engulfing her tail. They stretch across her flank in a slightly curved pattern, and drown the top third of her frame from crown to tail. Below both of her crystal-like eyes are shapes that seem to fall down and curve, leaving small green dots in its wake. The gray patterns grasp her ears and travel down two thirds of her back, stopping before her tail and neck.

Overall INK has a rather radiant appearance; a slim and strong figure that shouts 'independence', and a beautifully tailored pelt. Those ignorant to hidden scars on and in could believe themselves to be looking at the essence of beauty. But as always, taking things at face value never reveals the full story.

~but the past rips the curtain off of your lies~

birthplace ,, island off the coast of shinrin
mother ,, utsukushii kage
father ,, shiretsuna kage
siblings ,, dengen(half-brother), noroi(brother), kokoro(sister)
history ,,

Itsuwari was born to the sire Shiretsuna Kage and dame Utsukushii Kage, alongside her brother Noroi and sister Kokoro. The world in which she was born was twisted and dark, one outsiders would never understand. The moment in which she was conceived her father had already outlined the 'improved' way of training the most cunning and lethal of wolves; the months leading up to it was merely time to practice.

Shiretsuna had a litter before, one the was comprised of three males to a nameless dame. He had used the litter to practice a technique in which to make his heirs unstoppable and controllable. The moment they were deemed old enough to hunt they were deemed old enough to kill. The sire, and alpha male of the hidden pack, forced tooth and claw against brothers; and as time progressed only one whelp made it through the battles alive. He was dubbed Dengen. It was only a few months after Itsuwari was born that Dengen went rogue, abandoning the pack and family. Shiretsuna was outraged by this, but stuck with his improved experiment with the new pups.

Itsuwari was young and impressionable, this made her quite open to her fathers suggestions. She was trained to be a killer, emotionless, and taught that fighting was the answer. It was successful, the way of life he wanted imprinted on her, and she knew nothing to compare it to. She was to obey, and she would obey; it was a simple trade off in reality. She would do as she was told, she would get fed; reinforcement that not only forced her to participate but make her want to. Anything to please daddy dearest. It was like that when Shiretsuna decided that his mate, Itsuwari's mother, was no longer worthy of life. He killed Utsukushii in front of her, and she did not blink an eye. Such was the way of life, no?

The first year of her life passed by slowly and painfully, the deaths of her mother and sister a mundane memory to the passage of time. Itsuwari could still remember how she had killed Kokoro in cold blood, though she knew it was not her fault, she deemed it the fault of her sister, as she had not trained hard enough to survive; it was as simple as that in her mind. The training and imprinting continued on the same, yet she could note the increase in difficulty. It was no longer a matter of strength, for which she was grateful as her sparring brother Noroi was twice her size. Now it consisted of ambush techniques, patience, and a remodel of the simple minded 'kill' wolves. They were to become assassins, and with months of training available Shiretsuna would see that it would happen.

Itsuwari excelled where Noroi failed; she had the mind that was capable of creativity and genius. Her brother, however, was a wolf that needed specific instructions. It wasn't too long after this epiphany that Noroi fell to Itsuwari's fangs, but she was unprepared for the backfire of her intelligence. She abruptly became very aware of the meaning of death, and what she had done to her now forever lost brother. She looked to her father for reassurance, and he cheered her on as though she had done the impossible. The emotions that engulfed her did not disappear, merely wash away slowly like a receding tide.

Itsuwari was almost two years old when she was sent on her very first task, her first espionage and deceitful purge. Her father had located her half-brother Dengen's location. He had found a pack, a new home, and had apparently put the past in the past. It had enraged her father how Dengen could just throw away all he did for him, and thus he wanted to show the cost of betrayal. She was sent to the docile pack with Kurushimu, one of her fathers closest warrior, and was told to complete the mission. Her first thought was to go there and just kill him, but at her arrival she was at a crossroad.

Something had clicked on in Itsuwari, and she no longer felt the need to continue with her fathers orders as she had all she wanted with this new pack. It was all fine for the first months, she had gotten to know everyone in the pack, even her brother, but then the temperance that usually accompanied Kurushimu had broken. The male that had journeyed with her demanded she finish the mission and return to her father. Whatever had first clicked when she arrived began to slowly shut off once more, and with gentle prodding by Kurushimu, she was set. She would murder her brother.

Itsuwari had spent half of a year with the pack, nearly half her life, and in seconds she ruined the whole thing. She had murdered Dengen, and now she was to disappear. She spent a couple more months alone with Kurushimu as they hid from patrols and tried to return to their original home, and she was forming feelings for the stoic being. It was love, oddly enough, and when they returned to the safe haven of her fathers pack-lands it was set; they were to be mates.

Her father approved greatly of their bond, and the months passed quickly and blissfully for the killer, but the switch was clicking back and forth, on and off. One night Itsuwari said something that was along the lines of treason, and Kurushimu, loyal as ever, told her father. She said things about leaving and making their own pack, about overthrowing her father, and eventually Shiretsuna no longer wanted to hear it. He did the most spiteful thing imaginable and made Kurushimu attempt to kill Itsuwari. She was taken surprise by his attack, but managed to save herself by killing that which she loved.

Shiretsuna was there to help her, take advantage of her broken heart and control her once more. Itsuwari figured out then that Kurushimu had never actually loved her back, and that this was all a test for her to overcome. Her father was ecstatic about her success through all the duress, and was glad that his plan to rein her in once more had been successful. Life returned to its mundane self, and she began training. Itsuwari had grown a lot since her experiences, and was now the idol her father worked so hard to complete. Yet after all he had put her through, she could not hate him.

A couple months after her third year of life and Shiretsuna decided it was time to tell her of the Kingdom. He told her stories of the great war and the underlying corruption. It was only after he told her this that he revealed what his intentions were. She was to join up with a group of wolves from the Kage line that had infiltrated the kingdom and lived there. He did not reveal the purpose, but she did not need one. Her father wanted it, and so he would get it. Without remorse or ever looking back she sojourned from the dotted isles to the Kingdom.

Itsuwari's arrival was sudden and unpredicted, but with the assistance of the wolves her father had told her about she was able to get into Kingdom. She was smuggled into the guard system where a few wolves from her homelands had created a group specifically for high target assassinations and espionage. It didn't surprise her, after all, it was what the Kage specialized in; and it was what she was made for.

~who we are doesn't matter anymore~

name ,, SHYGUY
experience ,, 'bout three years... ish
sample ,,

[recycled] post i made with my D.I.D. schizo wolf
Ashen hued furs matted together against the moving frame, swaying back in forth in the trot. Vivid orange hued eyes looked clouded out upon to moist land. Small, stable paws splashed wildly into the ground, no audible pattern. Ears sat perched and twisted against the scarred crown. Rose and ebony painted nose sniffed awkwardly, inhaling the wet smell yet yielding no specifics. Wet tail clung to the inside of the firm thigh. The frail torso wobbled side to side, skimpy fur revealing protruding bones. Scars covered every inch. Some bloody, some healed. Some covered by fur, some left for the world to see. It would seem the creature would die soon.

But it didn't.

Stable and strong limbs pressed foreword. Dragging the rest unwillingly. The mind of this wolf was set and determined, for reasons unknown, and enduring properties would have him survive. He went by no other name then Nekrow; The walking corpse, controlled by many.

Nekrow stopped dead in his tracks, furious eyes slicing into the ground. His body did not want to cooperate, only his legs seemed to listen to him; But yet barely. Ivory fangs escaped the black maw as fierce jaws shut tight, grinding. He was in pain, so much pain. But he couldn't tell if it hurt, he just knew it was there. He grumbled, 'Dam feet, move!' Mental commands ran through his body, and eventually his legs started moving again. Three legs worked together in a common goal whilst one limped bleeding heavily. More liquid escaped the wound that seemed to have been caused by a bite, a bite to himself. He wasn't afraid to do it again, if his legs wouldn't cooperate anymore that is.

His pace quickened, and for a quick moment Nekrow was in higher spirits. His body was adapting, it always was. He let his mind ponder the statement over, having an epiphany. If pain would no longer hurt him, what could? What could kill what seemingly possessed him, moved him around as if he were a corpse and he was a necromancer. He shook the thought from his head. He was not around right now, now Nekrow needed to find means of supplements for survivor. 'Coward, can't even take the required steps to finish me off! I'm disgusted to share the same body with you.' Nekrows fur bristled, steps became like slates banging against each other, but he tried not to let him bother himself. He was merely doing this himself, there was no way they could communicate between each other. 'Do it! The voice demanded with frightening volumes. He shook his head, trying to get the 'disease' he had out. He didn't want to hear it, hear the only way to stop this; Death. Maybe he was a coward, he wouldn't kill himself. His crown flew around once more vigorously, still attempting to remove the parasite in his cranium. No avail. Born this way, and stuck this way.

Neckrow wasn't easily distracted, not much could tear him from his concentration; Except himself. He had been so focused on clearing his thoughts that he had wandered aimlessly into new lands. He shot back to reality the moment he realised, blinking hard like his eyes had been shut, and stopping. He raised his crown slighting up, and even though his nose was weak and blocked by the smell of him and his blood, he could still pick it up. The scent was, strong and powerful, and everywhere. He had managed to wander into an occupied territory and he didn't know how far in he was. He blinked awkwardly once more, looking around these unfamiliar lands that seemed to have just appeared into his line of sight. Trees, he was obviously in a forest or wood; a hunting ground for the pack that lived there. Another whiff and he picked up the scent of a male, old and strong. 'The Alpha...' He tried to think, ignoring the instinct to run. With a limp in one leg, and the condition he was in he would only me able to sprint for three kilometres at max. There was no doubt in his mind the alpha had already smelt him, the smell of blood was potent to almost make him lose sense of smell. It would only be moments before the alpha got here. Nekrow lowered his head, taking a subordinate position. 'Mmmm... Is that an alpha male I smell? So you've decided to kill us both. I applaud both your bravery and... your stupidity.' Nekrow barked aggressively at himself, 'Brilliant, sound aggressive. One way to die faster...'
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