Verse Dawnstrider
Sep 23rd, 2002, 06:49:12 PM
Through a Hero's Eyes
Regret. That is a man's true enemy. Many people will say that if you regret something you have learned you lesson about that subject. I have to disagree. It shows that a man has done something he is really ashamed of. I live with regret every day. For years I kept in bundled up deep inside of me. I did not let anyone know how I felt. I even ran away from the problems I created. Like the dogs my people rose from, I ran with my tail between my legs. I have been many places, and done many things. That is my curse. The long life the Garou healing gives me also gives me a very long memory. I remember all I did as a child, and even as a young adult. I have done terrible things most people can only dream about. Some people can not even do that. I know my daughter wishs me to tell her everything about my past, but I for one am not ready. How can I tell her that one of the people she looks up to has done far worse than most Sith. She remebers little of growing up on Eden. She does not remeber the wars that were faught there. She does not remeber how the Garou live. I wish I could tell her what all I have seen and done. I am afraid that if I do she will see me for what I was for 50 odd years of my life. A monster. A cold blooded monster spawned from the Nine-Hells itself. I guess that is why I am so protective of her. I know what I have done, and do not wish her to follow the path of a "true" Garou warrior. A Killer without regret. I guess that is why I had to leave my people. I had too much to regret. She does not even know our people saw me as the greatest of Garou heros. I would hate for her to know how I got that title. Both me and my brother. She doesn't know how I let him die. All I have now though is regret. It eats a mans soul from the inside out. It tears at his brain and drives him to madness. In that madness he does even more things he starts to regret. A cycle that will never stop. The strongets generals break down from it. The cruelist man even cries. I hope she never has to live with the reget that I have to. She sees me as cruel for not telling her about my childhood. I for one see it as a kindness. Then again, I may even begin to reget not telling her as well. Life is truely funny.
- from the privite Jounals of Verse Dawnstrider
42 years ago..........
::Battle raced across the plains of Eden. The primitive Ciz nation of Eden had grew in large numbers. The Garou could not stand it. They were a warrior nation. The true ruler of Eden. Only the Ciz stood in there way. Soon they would all die. The Garou would crush them if they did not bow down to them like all teh otehr races of Eden had to. The upstarts had to be controled. This was just a normal raid. Even the Garou were pressed for food. The whole damn planet was a wasteland. Nothing but dust and blood. Herd animals once lived on Eden, but the Ciz and Garou killed most of them off. The Garou raided Ciz territory and killed many of there animals. The Ciz in turn did they same to the Garou. After many many long years of this both nations were slowly starving. This was a small farm. A scouting party had found it. The leader of this party was not of high socil standings amoung teh Garou. Both he and his brother were from a low class family. They did have one thing speical that sent them apart. they were twins. This was very rare in teh Garou world. Because of such theyw ere made the leaders of a small scouting party. Many low class citizens did not even get this far in life. These two were lucky.::
"Kill Them all! Do not even let the woman and children live. We can not let them tell the leaders of the Ciz Empire."
::The black haired twin shouted these orders from his large Dire Wolf mount. His Blond Haired brotehr nodded his head. He agreed fully. Letting the women and children live would make the Ciz, as well as teh higher ranking Garou, beleive that this party was sowardly. The two twins could not allow that. Teh blond haired one smiled and looked at his brother. The younge Garou kicked teh sides of his mount letting it know to charge into the fight. The black haired brothers laughed and followed fight behind him. Blond took out his sword and sliced the throat of a woman as he ran by. His wolf grabbed up a little child as it ran snapping it's neck. Blank jumped off his mount and engaged a lone warrior. The much more skilled Garou killed teh Ciz with little problem. These were all farmers. None were fighters. Blond threw his sword and caught a runing man in the back. His troops sliced up all they came across. Black grabbed a man and pushed him into a wall of a building. Blond finished the job by ramming a rock he found on teh ground into the man's skull. Blood splated as the skull was crushed. the two brothers laughed and kept there grim work up. Blond looked and watched many of the farmers families run into a barn. Blond whistled and his mount ran to him. Fresh meat fell from it's jaw, and blood covered it's paws. Golite was well trained. He was able to fight on his own with his rider. Blond pulled a bow and arrow from the makeshift saddle on Golite's back. Black laughed and he pulled some flint from his own mount's bag. Striking the rocks together Black set Blond's arrow ablaze. With a sadistic grin Blond let the arrow fly into heyloft. The Garou had little use for hey, so he cared not if it burned. The lumber could be used though, but Blond could not pass this up. The building burst into flames at once. teh screams of the women and children could be heard. It was Blond's turn to give orders.::
"Grab there wagons and blockade teh doors. I do not want so much as a fly getting out that ride to teh Nine-Hells!"
::The Garou scouts did as they were told. The screams kept on till the flames grew white hot. Then the died down. The council would be pleased to hear how the people died. It mocked the Ciz's Gods and everything they stood for. The twins only smiled. Once they, and there men, had finished off the rest of the farmers, the gathered upa ll they could. They took all the food and placed in the wagons they found. The Garou then tied the wagons to there own mounts. They took everything they could fit in the wagons. All were quiet on the way home. the wolves knew the way. That allowed the scouting party to nurse each others wounds. The had not lost a single man. All twenty Garou smiled. They had killed 50 farmers and there families. After a few days they came to the base of the mountain they called home. The gates opened for the younge warriors. Black and Blond dismounted and made there way down the streets they called home.
Black turned to look at his brother. Both had washed ina sream on the way home. He ate one of teh fruits they had found at teh small farm. With a playful punch to his brothers arm, he yawned.::
"You know the council wants to speak to us brother. They are very pleased in our raid. They are even more pleased with you. How is it you always grab the spot light Verse?", the Black haired twin asked.
"I guess you just have to be more ruthless Pivo. Grow some balls. That or rip them from the next Ciz you kill and sew them to your crotch." Verse replied.
::Pivo only laughed. Verse always was the attention hog. He got most of the girls and most of the credit in battle. He was flashy, arrogant, and a heartless killer if need be. He was a true Garou warrior. Not that Pivo was any different. He just was more laid back. Verse made the jokes, and Pivo laughed at them. It was a perfect brotherly relationship. He would not let his brother win this time though.::
"Well, no matter how I get them I plan to atleast use them. Unlike a certain brother I know. All the girls try and drop hints, and little innocent Verse doesn't pick them up."
"I did get that red-haired girl a few weeks back."
"Please, she more or less raped you. I on the other hand...."
"....Was turned down by her younger sister, then slapped in teh face when you tried to push the subject furter."
::Pivo just laughed. Verse laughed with them as they walked. The two felt they were made for glory and honor. Hopefully teh Council would agree.::
Regret. That is a man's true enemy. Many people will say that if you regret something you have learned you lesson about that subject. I have to disagree. It shows that a man has done something he is really ashamed of. I live with regret every day. For years I kept in bundled up deep inside of me. I did not let anyone know how I felt. I even ran away from the problems I created. Like the dogs my people rose from, I ran with my tail between my legs. I have been many places, and done many things. That is my curse. The long life the Garou healing gives me also gives me a very long memory. I remember all I did as a child, and even as a young adult. I have done terrible things most people can only dream about. Some people can not even do that. I know my daughter wishs me to tell her everything about my past, but I for one am not ready. How can I tell her that one of the people she looks up to has done far worse than most Sith. She remebers little of growing up on Eden. She does not remeber the wars that were faught there. She does not remeber how the Garou live. I wish I could tell her what all I have seen and done. I am afraid that if I do she will see me for what I was for 50 odd years of my life. A monster. A cold blooded monster spawned from the Nine-Hells itself. I guess that is why I am so protective of her. I know what I have done, and do not wish her to follow the path of a "true" Garou warrior. A Killer without regret. I guess that is why I had to leave my people. I had too much to regret. She does not even know our people saw me as the greatest of Garou heros. I would hate for her to know how I got that title. Both me and my brother. She doesn't know how I let him die. All I have now though is regret. It eats a mans soul from the inside out. It tears at his brain and drives him to madness. In that madness he does even more things he starts to regret. A cycle that will never stop. The strongets generals break down from it. The cruelist man even cries. I hope she never has to live with the reget that I have to. She sees me as cruel for not telling her about my childhood. I for one see it as a kindness. Then again, I may even begin to reget not telling her as well. Life is truely funny.
- from the privite Jounals of Verse Dawnstrider
42 years ago..........
::Battle raced across the plains of Eden. The primitive Ciz nation of Eden had grew in large numbers. The Garou could not stand it. They were a warrior nation. The true ruler of Eden. Only the Ciz stood in there way. Soon they would all die. The Garou would crush them if they did not bow down to them like all teh otehr races of Eden had to. The upstarts had to be controled. This was just a normal raid. Even the Garou were pressed for food. The whole damn planet was a wasteland. Nothing but dust and blood. Herd animals once lived on Eden, but the Ciz and Garou killed most of them off. The Garou raided Ciz territory and killed many of there animals. The Ciz in turn did they same to the Garou. After many many long years of this both nations were slowly starving. This was a small farm. A scouting party had found it. The leader of this party was not of high socil standings amoung teh Garou. Both he and his brother were from a low class family. They did have one thing speical that sent them apart. they were twins. This was very rare in teh Garou world. Because of such theyw ere made the leaders of a small scouting party. Many low class citizens did not even get this far in life. These two were lucky.::
"Kill Them all! Do not even let the woman and children live. We can not let them tell the leaders of the Ciz Empire."
::The black haired twin shouted these orders from his large Dire Wolf mount. His Blond Haired brotehr nodded his head. He agreed fully. Letting the women and children live would make the Ciz, as well as teh higher ranking Garou, beleive that this party was sowardly. The two twins could not allow that. Teh blond haired one smiled and looked at his brother. The younge Garou kicked teh sides of his mount letting it know to charge into the fight. The black haired brothers laughed and followed fight behind him. Blond took out his sword and sliced the throat of a woman as he ran by. His wolf grabbed up a little child as it ran snapping it's neck. Blank jumped off his mount and engaged a lone warrior. The much more skilled Garou killed teh Ciz with little problem. These were all farmers. None were fighters. Blond threw his sword and caught a runing man in the back. His troops sliced up all they came across. Black grabbed a man and pushed him into a wall of a building. Blond finished the job by ramming a rock he found on teh ground into the man's skull. Blood splated as the skull was crushed. the two brothers laughed and kept there grim work up. Blond looked and watched many of the farmers families run into a barn. Blond whistled and his mount ran to him. Fresh meat fell from it's jaw, and blood covered it's paws. Golite was well trained. He was able to fight on his own with his rider. Blond pulled a bow and arrow from the makeshift saddle on Golite's back. Black laughed and he pulled some flint from his own mount's bag. Striking the rocks together Black set Blond's arrow ablaze. With a sadistic grin Blond let the arrow fly into heyloft. The Garou had little use for hey, so he cared not if it burned. The lumber could be used though, but Blond could not pass this up. The building burst into flames at once. teh screams of the women and children could be heard. It was Blond's turn to give orders.::
"Grab there wagons and blockade teh doors. I do not want so much as a fly getting out that ride to teh Nine-Hells!"
::The Garou scouts did as they were told. The screams kept on till the flames grew white hot. Then the died down. The council would be pleased to hear how the people died. It mocked the Ciz's Gods and everything they stood for. The twins only smiled. Once they, and there men, had finished off the rest of the farmers, the gathered upa ll they could. They took all the food and placed in the wagons they found. The Garou then tied the wagons to there own mounts. They took everything they could fit in the wagons. All were quiet on the way home. the wolves knew the way. That allowed the scouting party to nurse each others wounds. The had not lost a single man. All twenty Garou smiled. They had killed 50 farmers and there families. After a few days they came to the base of the mountain they called home. The gates opened for the younge warriors. Black and Blond dismounted and made there way down the streets they called home.
Black turned to look at his brother. Both had washed ina sream on the way home. He ate one of teh fruits they had found at teh small farm. With a playful punch to his brothers arm, he yawned.::
"You know the council wants to speak to us brother. They are very pleased in our raid. They are even more pleased with you. How is it you always grab the spot light Verse?", the Black haired twin asked.
"I guess you just have to be more ruthless Pivo. Grow some balls. That or rip them from the next Ciz you kill and sew them to your crotch." Verse replied.
::Pivo only laughed. Verse always was the attention hog. He got most of the girls and most of the credit in battle. He was flashy, arrogant, and a heartless killer if need be. He was a true Garou warrior. Not that Pivo was any different. He just was more laid back. Verse made the jokes, and Pivo laughed at them. It was a perfect brotherly relationship. He would not let his brother win this time though.::
"Well, no matter how I get them I plan to atleast use them. Unlike a certain brother I know. All the girls try and drop hints, and little innocent Verse doesn't pick them up."
"I did get that red-haired girl a few weeks back."
"Please, she more or less raped you. I on the other hand...."
"....Was turned down by her younger sister, then slapped in teh face when you tried to push the subject furter."
::Pivo just laughed. Verse laughed with them as they walked. The two felt they were made for glory and honor. Hopefully teh Council would agree.::