Tzerurah McRath
This is my fursona's story and i thought i should post it up.
Tzerurah McRath
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
He was a wolf mage, his power challenged by few. His fur was a startling white with tips of gray. His wings were deep black, his eyes were an electrifying blue that seemed to pierce the soul. One look in his eyes would show the depth of sadness that tore at his very being. His wingspan was 12 feet and he stood at a height of 6'3". His silky hair was dyed cotton candy blue with a watermelon pink waterfall that fell down over his muzzle and covered his right eye in a wave of color.
A silver pentacle hung from the black collar that adorned his neck. His fishnet t-shirt complimented his well-toned body with a short sleeve black shrug embroidered with golden symbols of magic. His belted jeans were pitch black with the same golden symbols as his jacket and were strikingly seductive. His half finger gloves were a bright white and crackling with a blue flame. His claws were a cobalt color and very sharp. A silver claymore hung from his waist trimmed in gold and covered in magic symbols.
There were several scars on his arms and a couple on his chest from the many trials he had endured. His feet were safely inside a pair of white boots that shown from beneath the legs of his jeans. His tail, pure white, hung down as though too tired to stand up any longer. His entire attitude screamed a sad longing that no one could heal. He stared into a pool at the reflection of the moon in the middle of a star lit summer field, knowing he would always be alone.
HISTORY:
Tzerurah McRath was thrown away at birth because of his powers. His own family feared what he would become so his mother took him deep into a dark forest and left him there. His saving grace was an old fox mage named Jasen McRath. He found and adopted the young pup as his own. Tzerurah killed the old mage by accident while experimenting with his powers at the age of 5. He was so scared of his powers that he hid them away. He was soon adopted by a young dragon couple that indulged his every whim. Until his powers, which he had forced inside, lashed out and killed the young couple when he turned seven. He ran into the forest where his powers lashed out again and killed a group of kits that were having a picnic. His body running only on instinct and hunger began to eat the food that was left. When he came to he saw what he had done and cracked. His mind shut down and the kit's parents found him huddled behind a tree covered in blood and unresponsive.
The parents, thinking the same creature that had scared the young wolf had killed their children, adopted the young wolf mage. He had forgotten his powers and his past and lived a happy and blissful life for about 3 years. It was his birthday party and all his friends were enjoying themselves. He had no idea what was to come. He had not been feeling well but was trying to hide it so his friends wouldn't worry. As soon as everyone huddled around the cake and the flames were lit Tzerurah went into a trance. When he awoke everyone was lying dead around the table, blood everywhere including all over his clothes.
This continued until Tzerurah reached the age of 16. Everywhere he went, everyone he met, they all died by his magic. The magic he never learned to control. When he was 16 he was living with an old raccoon family. He was indulged and loved by them and he loved them in return, but his boyfriend Tommy Dracon was the real beacon in his life. He had decided it was finally time to lose his virginity to his boyfriend. Then the unthinkable happened. He started to get sick, after so many years he knew the signs. He took off into the field, needing to get away, so he would not hurt anyone again. But he didn't count on his boyfriend coming to look for him.
He was sitting in front of a pond crying because he knew the power would soon destroy every bit of life around. He turned around in horror when he heard his boyfriend land on the ground a few feat of him. He screamed for him to run away but he just looked at him confused. He screamed again as his power lashed out, splitting his true love in half. A look of surprise plastered on his face. He ran tears streaming from his eyes as he ran to his love's side. He pounded the ground in anger and vowed to learn to control this power and to never love nor get close to another creature again. So he ran, far into the woods, stealing food, sometimes killing, but never caring anymore. The pain always forced itself back up every time he saw a young male dragon.
At 18 he had finally mastered his powers and thought he could love again, but no luck. He fell in love with an older Tiger, he thought he could finally get over his love Tommy, but in the throws of passion with the tiger his mate froze, coughing up blood and then collapsed with a blade of his blue flame sticking out of his chest. His powers had lashed out as soon as he had climaxed, killing his mate. He then vowed never, ever would he love or get close to anything again. So he started wandering the world, learning, killing, and collecting as he went. He never stayed long enough to be noticed and never talked to anyone. He became a shadow to the world knowing he could never touch it or anyone ever again, so he would remain alone forever.