Feral Heart

You may think you know my story, but I can assure you, that you're wrong. My name is Bellator, and I live in a world of lies. This is my story, my pain, my heartbreak, my love and my loss. So go ahead, read through my history, laugh at my faults, cringe at my hurts, and dance to the beat of my drum for a while.

          Gently pulling the wet bundles towards her, Sanja rasped her pink toungue over each cub, moving to the next only when she heard their breathing ease with the new warmth. Everything was perfect, four cubs, three of them black and one spotted and brown. Filled with love for her new family, a deep, throaty purr arose in her voice as she murrmered soft nonsense to the small, squishy bodies and began to name each one in turn. "You, my little rascal," she laughed softly, turning a small, black male cub towards her, "Shall be called...Noctis, in honor of your dark pelt." Sanja whispered his name to the small cub again, nuzzling him. Noctis batted at her nose, snuffling pitifully, until at last Sanja gave in and nudged him towards her stomach, where he quickly began kneading her belly fur and suckling to his heart's content. Sanja laughed softly to herself, turning her attention back to the pile of fur still waiting to recive their names. Pawing a second cub away from the others, also male, she nudged him between her front paws and coddled him with her head. Rubbing her face in his velvety fur, a name struck her, "I name you Lepus, for your rabbit-soft pelt. Someday you will be as fast as your namesake." She set him next to his brother, who by now was fully engulfed in his feeding.
          "Both lovely names, as all of your creations are wonderful," Sanja's mate, Kohl, who had been silently watching up to this point, murmmered to her.
          "Kohl," Sanja purred, twisting her head to see him, "Would you name our daugters?" Nudging the two female cubs, who had fallen asleep, she pushed them closer to her mate. Mewling in protest, the cubs tumbled into their father's paws, causing him to laugh at their innocence.
          "You," he said, brining his toungue over the ears of the speckled cub, "Shall be named Venator, and one day you will be the greatest hunter on the reserve." Gently picking her up, he moved the cub back to her mother's side, where she joined her brothers. Moving back to the last black cub, he knelt down to nuzzle her tiny cheek when all of a sudden, the tiny cub stretched out a paw and batted his nose away. While the cub rolled over, mewling franticly, Kohl jumped back in suprise, unable to stop himself. Stunned from the backwards-fall, he breathed heavily, trying to comprehend what had happened. Meanwhile, Sanja had righted the cub and was now laughing histerically, but eventually quieted down to a soft chuckle so the cubs wouldn't be disturbed. Heaving himself out of the dirt, Kohl shook out his pelt, a laughing purr threading through his voice, "My what a little fighter you are already! That's what I'll call you, Bellator, my little warrior." Gently picking up the last cub, he placed her down beside her siblings, and settled himself next to his mate.
          "I don't think that little Bellator will ever suprise you like that again," she teased, licking Kohl's muzzle.
          "She won't need to," he replied, purring under Sanja's touch, "The next time she suprises me, it'll be with food!"
          "I was so worried," Sanja whispered, her joyful voice becoming saddened, "I thought for sure one of them would be different, deformed in some way, since our pairing is not...usual, for our species."
Kohl sighed, he knew Sanja wouldn't finish the day without bringing up their unusual bond.
          "Not one of them has a flaw, there's no need to be worried anymore," he assured her, swiping his toungue over her ears. The first seeds of lies were sown, and in time, would grow bigger and more complicated than they should have been allowed to grow.

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Well, what the title says! How do you view posts on the forum? Since there are several ways, I was curious to what the majority of the community does ^^

Eh, there's my cheesey poem x3 Might add another later, but for now, enjoy ^^

 These species were not made up by me, but they are from a book series I am quite fond of that isn't very popular in the FH community. I had hoped to make an official RP group for the species...but then I advertised and couldn't find anyone who knew about them at all! So here it is, the species description of these wonderful wolfies from the series Planet Wolf

The Lind:

The Lind are swift, lean, beautiful wolf-like denizens, with the ability to communicate through mind links with others of their kind. They can speak rough english, but cannot improve their knowledge without being taught by a human. They are fluent in Lindish, their species's language, and prefer to speak it out loud but on occasion they will mind-link with another close by. Their mind speaking does take energy, and the farther the distance between the Lind in contact, the more energy it takes. The longest connection in the history of the Lind was across an ocean, one on each of Rybak's(The Lind's home planet) two continents. The Lind in contact however were rendered unconscious for the next day.  A little known secret is that the Lind are able to bend the thoughts of other creatures, and in doing so are able to affect their actions. They never use this on prey though, out of respect for a fair hunt. They have an extremely useful pace that can eat up the miles and be sustained for long periods of time. Being peaceful creatures, they do not believe in the needless slaying of any animal, or in Lindish, volat.

The Lai are mystical beings of Lind Folklore, clad in golden armor and breathing great jets of fire into the sky as they fly. According to legend, the Lai taught the Lind the gift of language when they first arrived on the planet.

The Lind are wolf-like, but are about the size of an adult racehorse. They have bluish gray fur, which is streaked with colored stripes. The color of the stripe defines the Lind's pack, or rtath(Lindish for pack), and can be any color in the rainbow including brown and black. After multiple generations of interbreeding however, a Lind's color may be mixed with another as well, and on rare occasions may become rainbow-like. The Lind live as long as a normal human, dying around 80-90 if not killed before then. As they age, their pelt gradually fades away to white. The whitest Lind are often leaders, called Elda. A Lind's greatest defense is retractable claws called Chelas, which are practically super-sized cat claws.

The ranks for a Lindish battle squadron are many, but here's the basic format, with the highest rank to the lowest:

Susyc-1
SIC(second in command)-1
Lindar-~
Ryzka-3(per Lindar)
Ryz-3(per Ryzka)

There are several more, but I'll not try and confuse you further.


The Larg:
In the history of the Lind, when there was only one continent on Rybak, there was no such thing as a Larg. All were Lind, and lived happily in peace. Then a tragic earthquake separated the continent, dividing half the Lind from the others. The second continent became desert-like, and the Lind there quickly grew to be...different. Their hearts turned bitter with anger for the Northern Lind, since they had forests and plenty of prey to hunt. The Southern Lind cut off all mind links with their Norther brothers, and renamed themselves Larg. Their pelts lost their sheen, turning to a dusty brown color to match the desert sands. Their hatred grew and grew, and eventually they attacked the other continent using a series of Islands to cross the ocean.

Larg are dirty brown or tan colored, and have no stripes. They can only do very basic mind speaking, and are always lusting for a fight. It is tradition, in fact, for young Larg to go off to battle the Lind and prove themselves. They would rather die than surrender, and often do. With the Larg, honor is everything, and retreating from a battle is the most dishonoring thing a Larg can do. Only males fight for the Larg, and the majority of them never return. Their favorite pastime is killing, and their favorite way to kill is by pulling their victim in all directions, splitting them apart. The Larg are slightly bigger than Lind and also possess Chelas.

Once again, complicated ranks that I will only show part of:

Largan-1
Kohortagan-~
Kohort-1(per Kohortagan)
Kranj-100(give or take)





Well that's the two species! Perhaps I'll post a Lindish guide later, but I don't feel like doing it now so...enjoy!