09-20-2014, 05:48 PM
Shiro smiles at the orc's blessing as he walks away and leaves the safety of Thrall's company behind. Despite not having been raised to be religious there had always been the odd shaman passing by through his home town that weaved many a fantastic tale about the spirit world and how the ancestors watched over us all yet, before being set in his current predicament, there had never been any proof to support their tales. It takes a while for him to realize it but as his mind wanders the landscape changes around him to fit what little memories he was beginning to regain.
The first things to form around him is the dirt road underneath his feet, followed by the sparse trees that border it on either side which had been planted by a local fruit orchard rights owner roughly about the same day Shiro had been conceived. As the nostalgic wolf's gaze trails along the trees phantoms of himself playing with other children amongst the trees begin to form an play out, their features blurred so that there was no way to recognize them or tell them apart from each other except for the one with the black hair and piercing silver eyes that had been replaced after an event that was just tantalizingly out of reach in the recesses of Shiro's mind. After a time of reminiscing about the memories of his childhood amongst the fruit trees the wolf's gaze turns where the town would be located, the simple thatch, wood, and mud brick buildings of which springing up along with the potato and wheat fields that dotted the landscape around it where the orchards ended. Each step the ethereal wolf takes towards the town floods his mind with memories of his time spent as a teenager assisting the blacksmith as an apprentice since his father had strong armed him into picking a trade to learn other than farming. Strangely no matter how much he tried Shiro couldn't coalesce his father's facial features yet he was able to conjure forth the rest of him, rendering him a highly detailed man with a blank face everything from the folds in his cotton shirt to the stone buckles on his shoes where visible on the phantom that appeared to collect the fifteen year old Shiro. "c'mon lad, I need your help with the wheat" Shiro's father calls, the outline of his jaw moving as his deep voice sounds out the order yet without a mouth present on the blank slate that was present instead of a face that was the only way it could be told the phantom Shiro's mind labeled as his father was speaking. "I'll be there once i'm done here alright dad? i've been working on this all day and i want to finish it" the younger phantom of Shiro replies with an oddly happy tone as if he was pleased to be doing something more than just care for crops and the chickens all day despite having been forced to learn a trade other than agriculture. "You've got an hour boy" the phantom of his father replied before leaving, the landscape changing once again so that the etheral wolf could see his old home from where he was seated in front of the blacksmith's shop. His old family farm hadn't been anything particularly special; they grew wheat and potatoes for their local lord like all the other farmers in the village however due to his father's military service they were allowed to keep chickens for their own profit and/or food which afforded them a bit of extra leeway in how comfortably they could live.
Rather than explore his old home, the ethereal wolf watched himself work for no more than a few more minutes before his fifteen year old self calls out "all clear Gabriel" only for a rather tall teenager with a deep tan and an ever present smile pops his head out from inside the building. Gabriel had been the blacksmith's son and a rather close... friend of Shiro's or at least that's what the townsfolk thought they were. In actuality Gabriel had been Shiro's first romantic interest and while the two had never gotten physical in their relationship they had still remained together. While most in the town would have found it odd that two males were together very few would have brought it up to either of the two's parents yet Shiro had always guessed that at some level his father had known that he had no real gender preference so long as he was happy with them. "Sorry to cause you so much trouble-" Gabriel begins apologetically before the fifteen year old Shiro cuts him off with "it's no trouble gabe. we've just got to be careful about who we let know".
The two talk for a while however the memories are too fuzzy for him to actually be able to hear what exactly is said, Shiro's memory is clear enough to remember the two of them parting with a secretive kiss in the alley as the sun was setting before they each head their separate ways, Gabriel's phantom disappearing as there was no memory of what he did after that. So, left with no other option, the curious wolf follows his younger self back to his old home only to find his younger self caught by a few guards under the command of the local lord which had been all but forced to reduce taxes to keep them at a manageable rate so that the townsfolk could afford to live relatively comfortably at the expense of the lord missing out on more money that he could horde.
"So this is Kuro's pup? To be honest i figured he'd be somewhat taller considering who the father is but i suppose the bitch's blood runs strong in him" the captain says in a mocking tone while his two cohorts hold Shiro's arms still, binding him in place while he sneers down at the teen with piercing yellow eyes which Shiro now knew to be the eyes of a lycan. "i heard he hasn't even been blooded" one of the guards holding his arms comments, causing the captain to chuckle and retort in a threatening tone "now we're going to have to fix that aren't we? you're in luck lad for i'm one of the most practiced people at this sort of thing". Thinking back, Shiro could recall his exact thoughts at that moment as he watched "Blooded? Are they going to kill me? Is gabe alright? What does my dad have to do with this? What's with this guy's eyes?" However all those thoughts still as the teen begins to feel something in the pit of his stomach; a great rage building as now that, in his current form, Shiro could see the aura of his teenage self change and grow, taking on wolfish features before he lifts the two men on his arms up and slams them together, the sickening crunch of bone sounding before they drop to the dirt. The commander's face grows terrified as he backs away, tripping and cowering on the floor while the teen reflexively opens his mouth only for his white hot rage to swirl at a point in front of his mouth, slowly forming a white orb of condensed rage after a few seconds only to be fired at the guard at point blank range, the ensuing blast to his unprotected head taking the front half of his skull off, exposing his brain, sinuses, and the stump of what used to be his tongue as he writhes violently in pain for a few miliseconds before stilling, unable to let out more than a choking gurgle as a death rattle while the teen that killed him passes out and collapses.
The landscape around the astonished wolf fades as his mind races to comprehend what had just been shown to him. After an unknown quantity of time Shiro realizes he remembers the exact process he went through to create the attack, but he doesn't trust himself to do it under current circumstances so he starts with the simplest step and closes what could be counted as his "eyes" for the mass of emotional energy that made up his spirit. The wolf reaches out with his will to draw upon the energy of what's around him, gathering it within himself and seeming to be able to tell that it was working by the odd feeling he was replicating from the memory where he did it reflexively, however, rather than take it a step further and form the attack the cautious wolf chooses the safe method and disperses the energy as he sighs reflexively.
However one benefit that can be applied at the current point in time does result in the wolf's experiment as his brain finally begins to process that in this realm power of will is the best weapon one can have as it is literally what shapes the world around him. With the new trick and new things to ponder brewing in his mind, Shiro sets out again into the unknown to continue the search for a way to return to his body before it's too late
The first things to form around him is the dirt road underneath his feet, followed by the sparse trees that border it on either side which had been planted by a local fruit orchard rights owner roughly about the same day Shiro had been conceived. As the nostalgic wolf's gaze trails along the trees phantoms of himself playing with other children amongst the trees begin to form an play out, their features blurred so that there was no way to recognize them or tell them apart from each other except for the one with the black hair and piercing silver eyes that had been replaced after an event that was just tantalizingly out of reach in the recesses of Shiro's mind. After a time of reminiscing about the memories of his childhood amongst the fruit trees the wolf's gaze turns where the town would be located, the simple thatch, wood, and mud brick buildings of which springing up along with the potato and wheat fields that dotted the landscape around it where the orchards ended. Each step the ethereal wolf takes towards the town floods his mind with memories of his time spent as a teenager assisting the blacksmith as an apprentice since his father had strong armed him into picking a trade to learn other than farming. Strangely no matter how much he tried Shiro couldn't coalesce his father's facial features yet he was able to conjure forth the rest of him, rendering him a highly detailed man with a blank face everything from the folds in his cotton shirt to the stone buckles on his shoes where visible on the phantom that appeared to collect the fifteen year old Shiro. "c'mon lad, I need your help with the wheat" Shiro's father calls, the outline of his jaw moving as his deep voice sounds out the order yet without a mouth present on the blank slate that was present instead of a face that was the only way it could be told the phantom Shiro's mind labeled as his father was speaking. "I'll be there once i'm done here alright dad? i've been working on this all day and i want to finish it" the younger phantom of Shiro replies with an oddly happy tone as if he was pleased to be doing something more than just care for crops and the chickens all day despite having been forced to learn a trade other than agriculture. "You've got an hour boy" the phantom of his father replied before leaving, the landscape changing once again so that the etheral wolf could see his old home from where he was seated in front of the blacksmith's shop. His old family farm hadn't been anything particularly special; they grew wheat and potatoes for their local lord like all the other farmers in the village however due to his father's military service they were allowed to keep chickens for their own profit and/or food which afforded them a bit of extra leeway in how comfortably they could live.
Rather than explore his old home, the ethereal wolf watched himself work for no more than a few more minutes before his fifteen year old self calls out "all clear Gabriel" only for a rather tall teenager with a deep tan and an ever present smile pops his head out from inside the building. Gabriel had been the blacksmith's son and a rather close... friend of Shiro's or at least that's what the townsfolk thought they were. In actuality Gabriel had been Shiro's first romantic interest and while the two had never gotten physical in their relationship they had still remained together. While most in the town would have found it odd that two males were together very few would have brought it up to either of the two's parents yet Shiro had always guessed that at some level his father had known that he had no real gender preference so long as he was happy with them. "Sorry to cause you so much trouble-" Gabriel begins apologetically before the fifteen year old Shiro cuts him off with "it's no trouble gabe. we've just got to be careful about who we let know".
The two talk for a while however the memories are too fuzzy for him to actually be able to hear what exactly is said, Shiro's memory is clear enough to remember the two of them parting with a secretive kiss in the alley as the sun was setting before they each head their separate ways, Gabriel's phantom disappearing as there was no memory of what he did after that. So, left with no other option, the curious wolf follows his younger self back to his old home only to find his younger self caught by a few guards under the command of the local lord which had been all but forced to reduce taxes to keep them at a manageable rate so that the townsfolk could afford to live relatively comfortably at the expense of the lord missing out on more money that he could horde.
"So this is Kuro's pup? To be honest i figured he'd be somewhat taller considering who the father is but i suppose the bitch's blood runs strong in him" the captain says in a mocking tone while his two cohorts hold Shiro's arms still, binding him in place while he sneers down at the teen with piercing yellow eyes which Shiro now knew to be the eyes of a lycan. "i heard he hasn't even been blooded" one of the guards holding his arms comments, causing the captain to chuckle and retort in a threatening tone "now we're going to have to fix that aren't we? you're in luck lad for i'm one of the most practiced people at this sort of thing". Thinking back, Shiro could recall his exact thoughts at that moment as he watched "Blooded? Are they going to kill me? Is gabe alright? What does my dad have to do with this? What's with this guy's eyes?" However all those thoughts still as the teen begins to feel something in the pit of his stomach; a great rage building as now that, in his current form, Shiro could see the aura of his teenage self change and grow, taking on wolfish features before he lifts the two men on his arms up and slams them together, the sickening crunch of bone sounding before they drop to the dirt. The commander's face grows terrified as he backs away, tripping and cowering on the floor while the teen reflexively opens his mouth only for his white hot rage to swirl at a point in front of his mouth, slowly forming a white orb of condensed rage after a few seconds only to be fired at the guard at point blank range, the ensuing blast to his unprotected head taking the front half of his skull off, exposing his brain, sinuses, and the stump of what used to be his tongue as he writhes violently in pain for a few miliseconds before stilling, unable to let out more than a choking gurgle as a death rattle while the teen that killed him passes out and collapses.
The landscape around the astonished wolf fades as his mind races to comprehend what had just been shown to him. After an unknown quantity of time Shiro realizes he remembers the exact process he went through to create the attack, but he doesn't trust himself to do it under current circumstances so he starts with the simplest step and closes what could be counted as his "eyes" for the mass of emotional energy that made up his spirit. The wolf reaches out with his will to draw upon the energy of what's around him, gathering it within himself and seeming to be able to tell that it was working by the odd feeling he was replicating from the memory where he did it reflexively, however, rather than take it a step further and form the attack the cautious wolf chooses the safe method and disperses the energy as he sighs reflexively.
However one benefit that can be applied at the current point in time does result in the wolf's experiment as his brain finally begins to process that in this realm power of will is the best weapon one can have as it is literally what shapes the world around him. With the new trick and new things to ponder brewing in his mind, Shiro sets out again into the unknown to continue the search for a way to return to his body before it's too late