06-02-2018, 10:10 AM
[div style="width: 360px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; color: #383838;"]He was not raised to become a bloodthirsty warmonger from his true family: both his canine family and his more recent tiger heritage with this younger form. In the first occasion, he was merely instructed to deceive and scavenge; to become a street urchin, but a damn successful one. He had eventually graduated from the stray life to the less frantic lifestyle of a pack dog, residing with people who would protect and feed him if he would do the same. He had convinced them he would, and very successfully.
But all good things had to come to an end. He was a power-hungry fellow, craved for total control of his pack's domain as well as the unclaimed territory around it. A realm of potential just waiting to be turned into a bustling hub of activity, yet it stood stagnant at the moment, run by inattentive jesters who failed to witness the big picture. But Iosef saw it. He saw it very clearly. In the end his paws were painted crimson, slicked with the blood of his dominants, but it was worth the cost. He became the alpha, and soon packs and loners alike far and wide would come to acknowledge and stand in awe of the name Dimitri Aslanov.
Months beyond the peak of this momentous occasion, months beyond his brutal demise as a canine, he was born into hiding as a cub to two Siberian tigers, this time in the Motherland as his canine parents were. Usurped from his freezing, rightful territory by none other than bipedal kings, humans themselves, In time, he would learn to free himself of the earthly restraints that were forced upon him, fleeing to a realm of sentient creatures as himself that established hierarchy and tradition and foreign policy, a truly civilized place to reside in. Maybe, in this world, the Typhoon was not the peak of sophistication, but he found the whole setup fascinating. It was that same keen fascination that drug him back to the island.
The tiger's icy blue eyes met two other pools of blue, this time belonging to a pup, a child and nothing more. A soft smile spread across Iosef's maw at the sight of the child who tentatively made her way forward to greet him back into the group. He found her statement to be amusing, yet not entirely incorrect. "I suppose so. I wouldn't worry—I've dealt with plenty of folk just like him before," he mused, flashing a mischievous and almost smug grin to the feline named Caesar, though it was all in play, really. Promptly he would return to the much smaller child, his warm smile unfading at the sight. "Have you a name, малыш?"
But all good things had to come to an end. He was a power-hungry fellow, craved for total control of his pack's domain as well as the unclaimed territory around it. A realm of potential just waiting to be turned into a bustling hub of activity, yet it stood stagnant at the moment, run by inattentive jesters who failed to witness the big picture. But Iosef saw it. He saw it very clearly. In the end his paws were painted crimson, slicked with the blood of his dominants, but it was worth the cost. He became the alpha, and soon packs and loners alike far and wide would come to acknowledge and stand in awe of the name Dimitri Aslanov.
Months beyond the peak of this momentous occasion, months beyond his brutal demise as a canine, he was born into hiding as a cub to two Siberian tigers, this time in the Motherland as his canine parents were. Usurped from his freezing, rightful territory by none other than bipedal kings, humans themselves, In time, he would learn to free himself of the earthly restraints that were forced upon him, fleeing to a realm of sentient creatures as himself that established hierarchy and tradition and foreign policy, a truly civilized place to reside in. Maybe, in this world, the Typhoon was not the peak of sophistication, but he found the whole setup fascinating. It was that same keen fascination that drug him back to the island.
The tiger's icy blue eyes met two other pools of blue, this time belonging to a pup, a child and nothing more. A soft smile spread across Iosef's maw at the sight of the child who tentatively made her way forward to greet him back into the group. He found her statement to be amusing, yet not entirely incorrect. "I suppose so. I wouldn't worry—I've dealt with plenty of folk just like him before," he mused, flashing a mischievous and almost smug grin to the feline named Caesar, though it was all in play, really. Promptly he would return to the much smaller child, his warm smile unfading at the sight. "Have you a name, малыш?"
[glow=#0097a3,2,300]LOSERS WEEPERS[/glow] — ❆
haha rip these goofs