Name: Kurohi, but Kuro for short.
Gender: male
Personality:
Kurohi is a collected creature. he's usually calm, strategic, and sarcastic. However, when he gets riled up and his temper flares, Kurohi can be very destructive. usually he always thinks before acting, but of course there is always that occasional mistake where he lets his emotions get the better of him. This is the reason that Kurohi is usually very stoic and his expressions are void of emotion. Only those close to him notice the tiny changes. Like the slight upward twirk of his lip. Or the different shine in his eyes. or the way his tail shifts slightly when he secretly happy or excited.
their favorite activity: Playing with fire. Kurohi has always been mature, but even he can't deny his childish love for flames. The way it flickers, flutters, fleets, changes, burns, warms, burns out, and just looks intriguing. the way the colors vary, all blending and making marvelous masterpieces. Like how red, orange, and yellow mix. Or blue, slight green, and purple blend. Who knows, maybe Kurohi's a secret artist.
And if course it isn't just the looks, but the way fire reacts too. The way is grows larger, louder, and bolder with every encouraging whisper, or the way it smothers and whimpers when it knows its being overpowered. The way smoke rises when it's gone, as if a symbol that it will be back for revenge. The way it warms you sweetly from afar, but get too close and it's dangerous.
Story: He was running. That was all he could think of. Running towards something, something important… or maybe…someoneimportant? Whatever it was he had to get there or else bad things would happen. He wasn't sure what, but his heart was tight and this extreme feeling of distress made him move faster. It was a tunnel, a dark tunnel with no way in and no way out. He knew in the back of his head that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, which freedom was calling out to him. He made his feet move faster, yet they wouldn't listen to him. Slowly they grew heavier and heavier, as if someone was placing pounds and pounds of lead in his legs.
Eventually he couldn't move, pulling his legs forward with all of his might they still wouldn't comply. This was ridiculous, they were his legs! They were supposed to move when he tells them to! Letting out a frustrated breath he looked up into the far depths of the tunnel; in the blind darkness there was….a light? A small glowing light that felt warm, a golden light that filled his body with new-found warmth he never felt before! He wanted more of the small warm golden light! He needed more of it!
Clenching he teeth and cursing he forced his legs to move again, he was determined to claim that light and nothing was stopping him! Making his was slowly to his prize he felt beads of sweat form at the crown of his head. He was able to get a few good steps in before he felt a liquidy kind of texture at the bottom of his feet. It was weird, because soon after he couldn't feel the soles of his feet against the hard ground. Not to mention how the world suddenly seemed to grow higher and higher. He wouldn't look down; he didn't want to look down because he knew it wouldn't be good. But seeing as how he wasn't getting any closer to the light he didn't have a choice.
Tilting his head downwards he felt his eyes bulge out of his sockets. He legs were melting like wax at such a rapid pace his knees was already losing their shape. A liquid pool of what used to be leg, muscle and bone was growing and growing by the second. Now officially agreeing with himself that this was completely illogical and impossible, he came to the realization that this was just a dream and nothing more. But even so that small golden light still made him want to reach it. Even when he knows it's impossible to grab it, even when he knows it's going to be a difficult journey to claim it. He wants it. He wants it with all of his power and he's going to get it.
Willing his body to regain back its shape he began to move again, he felt the power of his legs slowly rejuvenate and soon enough he began to run. No, running would be too slow, sprinting! Yeah, sprinting sounded more efficient. Sprinting with all of his might he saw the small golden light growing bigger and bigger. The everlasting warmth growing stronger making his whole body heat up in contentment. But that wasn't enough, he wanted the whole thing. He needed to feel that warmth in his cold hands because he knows it's what he yearns for. His body is practically screaming for that light. Making a giant leap he reaches out for the light, now burning with intensity it fries the skin beneath his fur. His hand is within an inch of the light-
And then he wakes up.
Gender: male
Personality:
Kurohi is a collected creature. he's usually calm, strategic, and sarcastic. However, when he gets riled up and his temper flares, Kurohi can be very destructive. usually he always thinks before acting, but of course there is always that occasional mistake where he lets his emotions get the better of him. This is the reason that Kurohi is usually very stoic and his expressions are void of emotion. Only those close to him notice the tiny changes. Like the slight upward twirk of his lip. Or the different shine in his eyes. or the way his tail shifts slightly when he secretly happy or excited.
their favorite activity: Playing with fire. Kurohi has always been mature, but even he can't deny his childish love for flames. The way it flickers, flutters, fleets, changes, burns, warms, burns out, and just looks intriguing. the way the colors vary, all blending and making marvelous masterpieces. Like how red, orange, and yellow mix. Or blue, slight green, and purple blend. Who knows, maybe Kurohi's a secret artist.
And if course it isn't just the looks, but the way fire reacts too. The way is grows larger, louder, and bolder with every encouraging whisper, or the way it smothers and whimpers when it knows its being overpowered. The way smoke rises when it's gone, as if a symbol that it will be back for revenge. The way it warms you sweetly from afar, but get too close and it's dangerous.
Story: He was running. That was all he could think of. Running towards something, something important… or maybe…someoneimportant? Whatever it was he had to get there or else bad things would happen. He wasn't sure what, but his heart was tight and this extreme feeling of distress made him move faster. It was a tunnel, a dark tunnel with no way in and no way out. He knew in the back of his head that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, which freedom was calling out to him. He made his feet move faster, yet they wouldn't listen to him. Slowly they grew heavier and heavier, as if someone was placing pounds and pounds of lead in his legs.
Eventually he couldn't move, pulling his legs forward with all of his might they still wouldn't comply. This was ridiculous, they were his legs! They were supposed to move when he tells them to! Letting out a frustrated breath he looked up into the far depths of the tunnel; in the blind darkness there was….a light? A small glowing light that felt warm, a golden light that filled his body with new-found warmth he never felt before! He wanted more of the small warm golden light! He needed more of it!
Clenching he teeth and cursing he forced his legs to move again, he was determined to claim that light and nothing was stopping him! Making his was slowly to his prize he felt beads of sweat form at the crown of his head. He was able to get a few good steps in before he felt a liquidy kind of texture at the bottom of his feet. It was weird, because soon after he couldn't feel the soles of his feet against the hard ground. Not to mention how the world suddenly seemed to grow higher and higher. He wouldn't look down; he didn't want to look down because he knew it wouldn't be good. But seeing as how he wasn't getting any closer to the light he didn't have a choice.
Tilting his head downwards he felt his eyes bulge out of his sockets. He legs were melting like wax at such a rapid pace his knees was already losing their shape. A liquid pool of what used to be leg, muscle and bone was growing and growing by the second. Now officially agreeing with himself that this was completely illogical and impossible, he came to the realization that this was just a dream and nothing more. But even so that small golden light still made him want to reach it. Even when he knows it's impossible to grab it, even when he knows it's going to be a difficult journey to claim it. He wants it. He wants it with all of his power and he's going to get it.
Willing his body to regain back its shape he began to move again, he felt the power of his legs slowly rejuvenate and soon enough he began to run. No, running would be too slow, sprinting! Yeah, sprinting sounded more efficient. Sprinting with all of his might he saw the small golden light growing bigger and bigger. The everlasting warmth growing stronger making his whole body heat up in contentment. But that wasn't enough, he wanted the whole thing. He needed to feel that warmth in his cold hands because he knows it's what he yearns for. His body is practically screaming for that light. Making a giant leap he reaches out for the light, now burning with intensity it fries the skin beneath his fur. His hand is within an inch of the light-
And then he wakes up.