NASHOBA (NASH) - DEMISEXUAL - SINGLE
BREEDING? WELL, YOU CAN TRY, BUT SHOULD PREPARE FOR A NO.
BREEDING? WELL, YOU CAN TRY, BUT SHOULD PREPARE FOR A NO.
nashoba, the second brother
Most of the time, Nashoba is a very serious guy, always straight down to business. He does not talk much or yet alone gets involved in smalltalk - he actually has never really understood why people would start chatting randomly about the weather instead of just keeping their mouths shut and enjoy or not enjoy it. He is of very calm nature, clearly someone who always keeps a cool head and who faces problems only with the thought of solving them. Getting him to show any extreme forms of emotion is practically impossible, making him really angry is a life-task and good luck finding a joke that he finds funny enough to actually laugh and not just smile. Nash' held-back nature often lets others think of him as somehow rude, a snob, you name it. But being an archer and a hunter, he just has learned that sometimes the quiet way is the best. And if you think of him as rude, you could not be more mistaken, because you will soon realise, that, actually, Nashoba is one of the kindest beings that you will ever come across. There is nothing more important to him than his family and friends and tribe, you wouldn't be lying by saying, that Nash' greatest character property is his loyality. Meeting him, you will see, that he shares many traits with the creature that he also shares his name with - the wolf. And one of these traits, other than strength and stamina and an iron will, is loyality. Because a wolf is nothing without his pack.
Additional Information
Before there was Nashoba, there were two. First, there was a Native American spirit: son of the wind, second-born brother, the one in the middle. This spirit was send down to earth to protect the great native tribes, together with his two brothers. Today, the youngest is known as Elias. What happened to the oldest, is unknown. The second-born, who, back then, took the form of a wolf, soon faced hard times and strong enemies. One of them, a powerful dark existance, managed to wound the wolf-spirit in a way, that left him to die. Gathering all strength he had left, the spirit roamed the lands for a last time. This is, when he encountered number two. Number two was a little Viscling, only just having hatched from it's shell. It was weak, even weaker than the spirit, with no mother or father in sight, it would die soon too. The spirit felt, that together, they would bear enough strenght to hold onto life - so he embraced the Viscling and the two bounded.
Only days later, a Viscling was found by a Native American Viscet tribe on their way to their hunting grounds. It had the colors of a wolf and when they approached it, it howled at them. The name, Nashoba, was sealed. And the young one was taken into their mids, raised by the whole tribe he soon grew to be a handsome and strong Viscet with remarkable powers and abilities. Soon, the shaman of the tribe had to realise, that the young "wolfborn", as he was called by most of them, indeed must have parts of a wolf inside of him, because that part could detach itself from the Viscet and take its own shape. While as a young, Nash had only weak control over his wolf spirit, he now can summon and withdraw it at his will.
Nashoba soon also grew to be the best archer of the tribe. No other Viscet was able to handle bow and arrow as good as him. No target was safe, no matter if standing still or moving, Nash hits them all. He is a gracious hunter in general, moving as silent and as fast as a cat; his ears as sensitive as a bunny's and his eyes as sharp as a hawk's. He is not afraid of facing danger and explore the deepest forests and cave systems, knows how to read tracks like no one else and is an expert when it comes to the wilderness and how to survive.
Only days later, a Viscling was found by a Native American Viscet tribe on their way to their hunting grounds. It had the colors of a wolf and when they approached it, it howled at them. The name, Nashoba, was sealed. And the young one was taken into their mids, raised by the whole tribe he soon grew to be a handsome and strong Viscet with remarkable powers and abilities. Soon, the shaman of the tribe had to realise, that the young "wolfborn", as he was called by most of them, indeed must have parts of a wolf inside of him, because that part could detach itself from the Viscet and take its own shape. While as a young, Nash had only weak control over his wolf spirit, he now can summon and withdraw it at his will.
Nashoba soon also grew to be the best archer of the tribe. No other Viscet was able to handle bow and arrow as good as him. No target was safe, no matter if standing still or moving, Nash hits them all. He is a gracious hunter in general, moving as silent and as fast as a cat; his ears as sensitive as a bunny's and his eyes as sharp as a hawk's. He is not afraid of facing danger and explore the deepest forests and cave systems, knows how to read tracks like no one else and is an expert when it comes to the wilderness and how to survive.
Eyes of my native heart
I see through different eyes
Petty lies do not corrupt my intuition as
I walk amongst the truth preserved within my heart
The only talk I enjoy is the soft voice of Mother Earth
Her soft, cooing nature soothing my mind and calming my pattering soul
I see a bigger picture when others see grey skies
The waves of the ocean are soft lullabies,
yet their force of power is shown every hour.
The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea speaks to me.
We are more than how we appear,
and as a deer walks among wolves,
in the end we all know we were created equally in nature.
Everything comes to an end, nothing can withstand the wrath of fate.
And there is no fate that which we cannot make,
of this we were gifted by the grace of our ancestors, and henceforth were we blessed further.
The strength of fire,
the faintness of stars,
the trail of the sun,
and the life that never goes away speaks to me,
And my heart soars.
Autumn leaves flutter softly in the breeze
whispering; wavering within the music of the forest.
Though many cannot conceive it, I stand...facing the wind.
My bravery not from fighting , but from the strength within my heart.
The world may come and go,
but a different path I will choose.
A path I will not stray from,
no matter if I win...or loose.
I see through different eyes
Eyes of my soul, heart,
and in spite of my nature,
I accept that I am me.
Solemn me with my heart pledged to thee.
POEM WRITTEN BY CorrelateOwl
Petty lies do not corrupt my intuition as
I walk amongst the truth preserved within my heart
The only talk I enjoy is the soft voice of Mother Earth
Her soft, cooing nature soothing my mind and calming my pattering soul
I see a bigger picture when others see grey skies
The waves of the ocean are soft lullabies,
yet their force of power is shown every hour.
The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea speaks to me.
We are more than how we appear,
and as a deer walks among wolves,
in the end we all know we were created equally in nature.
Everything comes to an end, nothing can withstand the wrath of fate.
And there is no fate that which we cannot make,
of this we were gifted by the grace of our ancestors, and henceforth were we blessed further.
The strength of fire,
the faintness of stars,
the trail of the sun,
and the life that never goes away speaks to me,
And my heart soars.
Autumn leaves flutter softly in the breeze
whispering; wavering within the music of the forest.
Though many cannot conceive it, I stand...facing the wind.
My bravery not from fighting , but from the strength within my heart.
The world may come and go,
but a different path I will choose.
A path I will not stray from,
no matter if I win...or loose.
I see through different eyes
Eyes of my soul, heart,
and in spite of my nature,
I accept that I am me.
Solemn me with my heart pledged to thee.
POEM WRITTEN BY CorrelateOwl