The Walls Are Made of Glass - Thane














" I'm still the creator, you my mere creations. "




Has returned, for the time being anyway. Upon his return, has been sure to severe one of the last connections between him and one of his first creations. No longer dependent upon that creation's blood as an antidote to maintain a living body within the forest.

Likely to keep to himself, but who knows. Undetermined mental state, therefor unpredictable.

(ewhg god, i really need to finish the other layout. some information here is probably super inaccurate.)



Basics
Name: Thane
True Name: Ranjit Ulises Weller
Titles: The Craftsman, The Creator of Dreams
Also goes by: 'T', Xetkal, & Paradox

Reference: x
Size: A bit larger than #17
Speaks in: #4e3223 or #331105
Voice:


Gender: Male
Age; Mature adult
Diet: Omnivorous
Orientation: Pansexual, monogamous
Species: Who knows
Arrival: 12/18/2010
Scent: Copper, natural musk, or charcoal with an overpowering, sickly sweet odor.

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Xemi's picture

ehuehu

ehuehu

Thought he'd never see the

Thought he'd never see the jewelry again, and their purpose having been a failed plan didn't much care to ever see any of it again. After the bagged necklaces had been rested at his hooves, and when eyes briefly met, hazel gaze was piercing, didn't let up for some time. Took everything the shifter said in, found it odd that she'd not suspect her mother's death was her father's doing, not his alone but all the same. Certainly this was a trick. Nevertheless, a leg outstretched used a splayed hoof to drag the package beneath his standing. "Unfortunate," initially all he could think of to say, and wondered if Jetta's necklace could still serve a purpose, was sure the activator had been stashed somewhere around base. Rather than persist with getting Lueur out, stepped back and used the tip of his skull to open the bag, reveal the necklaces. As he brought his gaze back to the doe, "Sure you don't want to keep your mother's?" of course it was hardly a concern whether Lue actually accepted or not, but was worth the offer if it could in some way prove beneficial in the future.


fff, xemi.
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Lueur stood still and watched

Lueur stood still and watched her father for a moment. Unfortunate, indeed. She closed her eyes and exhaled quietly, a subtle shiver rolling down her spine. Perhaps she had secretly hoped for another reply, something a bit more understanding, sympathetic. Then again, she knew better. She knew most every side of the story at this point.

It was his question that caught her off guard. Her brow drew, but soon fell, furrowed. "But you made it for her," was all that she could offer, as if to buy herself time to think or for him to insist.

At first could only offer

At first could only offer Lueur a hum. Gaze dropped back to the necklaces, Jetta's specifically, got to separating it from his former daughter's. Just as he'd crafted, sure any doe in the forest hungry enough would have loved to have it in their possession, blind to its potential. Another hum rolled out, and quietly, simply to acknowledge, "I did." Wasn't set on forcing the item upon Lue, and wasn't clever enough to sweet talk her into it, 'But it'd look so lovely on you,' instead, "You were closer to her," and therefor figured his former daughter would find more appeal in it. Wasn't going to beg her to take it though, and socially he was just about done, so, "I'll keep it if you don't want it, but don't use it as an excuse to come to me later." Truth be told if the necklaces were left to him he'd see to obliterating them, just as he had seen to Miriam's hourglass, so his offer was a one time thing.
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"I was," Lueur agreed aloud,

"I was," Lueur agreed aloud, his argument enough to convince her to keep it. "Something else to remember her by..."

The shape shifter straightened and stepped forward to retrieve the necklace, cautious, but more confident in a way. "This was never just an excuse to come see you," she returned, looked to the jewelry and back again. "...You really don't care? At all?" She held her ground as she referenced Jetta's death. Again she looked for answers in the eyes she'd never see.

Grimaced beneath his mask at

Grimaced beneath his mask at Lueur's agreeing, not that it should have mattered and it really didn't, but felt as though he'd unintentionally set up a way for her to one up him somehow. Stepped back when she stepped closer to retrieve the piece, any potential for physical contact was undoubtedly avoided, figured that was mutual. At the shifter's response in regard to excuses gave nothing but yet another hum somewhat mixed with a growl, growing deeply annoyed. All topped off with a question, hatefully, "Don't care. Beat it." For whatever reason this short visit had taken its toll, a turn he didn't much care for, nit-picking mostly.
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She found herself losing her

She found herself losing her grip. Each hum, each curt reply contributed to the distance between them.

"How could you say such a thing?" she persisted, unwilling to take her leave on that note. "Surely you loved her at some point, and now she's dead. And all you can say is Unfortunate?"

Ears shot back, didn't think

Ears shot back, didn't think there was anything more to say to his former daughter. As if he'd give her the satisfaction of going on about how it was impossible to love her. Perhaps he did at one time, but her betrayal was unforgivable and had lost sight of that 'love' long ago. Furthermore, wasn't about to admit that there was a time when it was possible. "Going to get your ass handed to you."
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"I don't care anymore," Lueur

"I don't care anymore," Lueur snapped, her own ears pinned against the back of her skull. So quickly she was reminded of the attacks made on her siblings.

She stubbornly stood her ground near the necklace to protect it. "Violence isn't the answer to everything. It shouldn't be your answer to everything."

A low rumbling growl crawled

A low rumbling growl crawled to the surface, tensed up, beyond annoyed, didn't understand Lueur's persistence with this. She had plenty of opportunities to try and dig up information, she was too late. As far as trying to make him see reason, it didn't register. Can't teach an old dog new tricks, something like that. Set in his ways, the bongo mock charged the shape shifter. Seemed he was more apt to try and scare her off before it came down to actual physical violence, served as a final warning. Wasn't going to waste his time on verbal stuff at this point.
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Her eyes widened and she

Her eyes widened and she reared onto her hind legs to hop out of the way of her father's charge. Meanwhile, the mandible of her mask had loosened, liquified, and fallen, splattering the earth beneath her and leaving her mouth visibly agape. "Fine," she spat between heavy breaths, her expression a mix of so many emotions; sadness, fear, and anger among them.

She lowered her head to the ground and picked up the necklace between her teeth. It dangled there as she spoke, as she stared the Craftsman down. "For Mother, and" thinking back on what Morioch had once said to her, "what could have been."

With that, the shape shifter turned to take her leave, her eyes disappearing into the shadows of the sockets of her mask. However, a few steps into her retreat, she turned her head to offer one final sentiment. "Don't hurt the children anymore. Leave them alone," she added, a mother, not a daughter at that moment. "They did nothing wrong."

Satisfaction coiled up in his

Satisfaction coiled up in his mind, a deep breath, and if it weren't for Lueur saying something to stay him, would have lashed antlers out at her. A chuckle at most everything said, in one ear and out the other, didn't have the capacity these days to retain much care for those he was so well convinced weren't worth his time anyway. Once the necklace was gathered and unwanted company which had forced themselves upon him was headed out, was sure to charge after her for good measure, that and to move her along more quickly. It might have been a thought not to harm the children anymore, but the moment he heard such things, was quickly reminded that it wasn't he who was seeking them out, and he'd made it a point to get across that they weren't welcomed. Any harm to come to them, as far as the bull was concerned, was well deserved and none of them were an exception.
Freyja's picture

Long overdue track!

Long overdue track!

Retrack

Retrack
kokote's picture

t.

t.
Hraeth's picture

Fritters are amazing. Deeper

Fritters are amazing. Deeper understanding of cats. Cats taste like corn fritters.

No, we're not eating the cat. We've already been through this.
riddledrhyme's picture

Tracking this guy c: I'm in

Tracking this guy c:
I'm in love with the depth of his character

Thought I tracked

Thought I tracked this..

Ahwell, tracking again. Been secretly stalking it enough now.

Awh, danke. Sorry he's not

Awh, danke.
Sorry he's not more interesting. Helena is a cutie, though.
Silverfang's picture

Gonna stop stalkin' dis and

Gonna stop stalkin' dis and put a track in finally. ♥

So. Totally didnt recognize

So. Totally didnt recognize the two deer chasing that pred as Thane and Moro.. >.> Till Alina already decided to help them LOL. Not like she wouldn't have acted any different. That pred wanted her baby. So hey, Why not help Them. Even if she thinks they are poo heads =P
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Hullo! Is RPing ok here?

Hullo!
Is RPing ok here?

It is. (:

It is. (:
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The dark pelted young buck

The dark pelted young buck approached cautiously, ears angled back. "I- I need to know something." He stood at a safe distance, out of reach and ready to run if necessary.

Glared at the small thing.

Glared at the small thing. After chasing them around some, they must have known they were more of an annoyance than not. Wondered what made them think they were entitled to receiving answers.

"No."
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Rossamund glared defiantly

Rossamund glared defiantly back at the spiked stag. He continued on, paying little or no attention to what he had been told. "You knew Phaios. I want to know how she died." He had a suspicion that the Craftsman had something to do with her death... but what?

Was just about to see to

Was just about to see to chasing the small buck off, but the subject did catch his attention. Thought about it for a moment, silence between them, but a forceful, delayed chuckle eventually rolled out. Would entertain the buck, for now. If fur had begun to bristle it smoothed out, quills too.

"Wasn't me," and there was a certain level of truth behind it. Didn't need the other to verbally confirm what he already suspected. If his jumping to say it wasn't him created suspicion, how unprovoked it was, that was probably the idea. No one was at any real fault, far as he was concerned. Still, he was bored tonight and might as well see about trying to elicit some sort of negative response. Would be aiming for horrified if the buck kept at it.

In any case, strayed for a moment, "You must not have known her well. Sure she would gotten across to you that I'm not the type you approach just because you can." Just to test the small things fight or flight response, abruptly took a few steps closer.
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Not him? He seemed to have

Not him? He seemed to have said that rather quickly...
"I knew her."
The small buck's ears tilted toward the Craftsman, but was otherwise still as the stag stepped closer. "She was my mother."

This wasn't going anything

This wasn't going anything like he thought it would. Was mostly done with it, so just jumped to horrifying the small thing, or something, scrambling it mentally. Would keep stepping closer until the other started backing up or something else, "She was no one important. Have fun with that. She was insignificant, you are too. Both so disposable." Then, even if it wasn't him, "I Killed her. She wanted it. How important you were to her." Whether or not the buck was within shot, spat a wad of spit and phlegm in its direction.
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(Feel free to say if you're

(Feel free to say if you're tired of the RP c: )
Rossamund backed away a few paces, though he knew that was what Thane anticipated. "She- she wanted it?! No. That can't be right. It can't! he hissed, lowering his horns.

(Will do. Thane's just an

(Will do. Thane's just an ass. :c)

A chuckle at the words, at the display. Stopped stepping closer. "Why would you come to me for answers if you're not going to believe anything I tell you?" Irritating enough, went on to say, "But yeah, she begged for it. She cried for it. Should have seen her face, priceless." Paused there, but only for a moment. Looked away for a second, gaze steadily realigned with the buck, "She changed her mind last second," another pause, "Her face wasn't priceless because she wanted it. It was priceless because she told me to stop and I didn't. Gagged, and gagged. Cried. Those tears, like a waterfall. I didn't stop. I loved every second of it." The bongo went on to flash his own antlers then, "Unless you want to hear what went down with her lifeless body, I'd beat it."
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(Is it okay if Rossamund

(Is it okay if Rossamund tries to fight him? Though I doubt he'd do much damage.)

The buck's face was full of sadness and hatred. He'd had enough. "No. I won't. he said firmly, although his voice wavered as he spoke.

Their choice. Decidedly made

Their choice. Decidedly made something up to go along with all the other smoke he'd been blowing up the buck's rear. "Not that hard to tip some sick fucks off about a dead body. Let your imagination go from there," and just to be a bigger dick, "She's somewhere real unpleasant now. Torture her soul whenever I please." Continued flashing his antlers, just encase the small thing finally shot off like a bottle rocket or something. Some part him highly doubted it, though.

(Via text? I don't mind. Just as a forewarning though, my text fighting is probably atrocious.)
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(Yup. Don't worry, mine is

(Yup. Don't worry, mine is probably the same. c: )

"Liar!" The small buck said, almost shouting. His anger and sorrow brimming over, he leaped; charging toward the Craftsman with his horns lowered and sharp teeth bared.

First thing that flashed

First thing that flashed through the bongo's mind was why the buck came to him looking for answers if they weren't going to believe anything. Supposed denial, but maybe everything said here would eventually sink into the buck's mind.

In any case, anticipated this, that or maybe they'd turn tail and run. Either way, soon as the distance was closed swept his antlers in either direction. Maybe he'd skewer the small thing, or effectively toss them aside. Antlers could be a lethal weapon, couldn't imagine the buck charging him head on, but in the event that they did, chest was covered and head was crowned with piercing tines. If approached from the side, the same method would be applied, although the buck might have successfully punctured or grazed somewhere. If the bongo wasn't able to skewer or toss, was bound to change his plan of action, resort to trampling, more than likely, that and snapping jaws, but if caught in such a grip it was unlikely he'd let go. Was notorious for not knowing when to quit and going the full stretch as far as maiming was concerned, and as it were, didn't seem anyone had bothered to jump in and shove their weight around yet.
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Rossamund ran head on into

Rossamund ran head on into the stag, not pausing at all to think of the consequences of such a foolish action. Not even getting a chance to get close to wounding Thane, he was swept up by the antlers of the stag, and tossed a short distance away, landing hard in the grass. "Omph!" He got up, several new puncture wounds in his fur.

Soon as the buck was tossed,

Soon as the buck was tossed, didn't hesitate to turn in the right direction and charge. Either trample or mangle with his antlers, didn't matter, that or toss the small thing around some more. Viewed it somewhat like a rag doll. Was of no real importance, and unless it left or someone saved it, was likely to keep pursuing until the buck couldn't move or was dead. Never did think these things through. It had the balls to approach, the balls to call him a liar, and the balls to come after him. Might as well dish out a hard lesson. Far as he was concerned, hadn't been doing anything wrong until Phaios child thing decided to stir up trouble. Now, was intent on making it pay, if only for his own amusement, and self defense? Why not.
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As the stag charged at him,

As the stag charged at him, Rossamund considered his options. He was smaller and, consequently, faster, so he opted to try to dodge out of the way. However, his hesitation delayed him for a few moments so that as he turned to run his hind leg was caught by Thane's tines.
din's picture

ho, i think someone stole my

ho, i think someone stole my seat in here, so ill take another one.
retrack c':

Echosong - Kind of late, but

Echosong - Kind of late, but maybe a good place to stop? My muse has kinda fizzled out. Imagine he'd just cripple your guy if we kept at it anyway, fff.

din - Awesome
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Fine with me. c:

Fine with me. c:
Hraeth's picture

LOL I never noticed you hid

LOL
I never noticed you hid his Hurricane title in there until now. Perfect.
RikkaChan's picture

Hello.~ Placing a track here.

Hello.~ Placing a track here.
Hraeth's picture

Necessary. Sry. And serious



Necessary. Sry.
And serious version.
Xemi's picture

ROFL HRAETH omfg why would

ROFL HRAETH omfg why would you do that fjsdhf
Srs version though, seriously jealous over them humans. So gorguss.

The things Moro can and will

The things Moro can and will get Thane to do.
The serious version is spectacular. Looove the fur, and your soft shading.
Had fun watching you do this. Nice to see it finished.
Danke ♥
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Apparanza's picture

This CSS is gorgeous. I love

This CSS is gorgeous. I love reading about him, and I love the hovers ♥

By Leuvr
Kaoori's picture

agree, love all this new

agree, love all this new stuff. it suits him so well. .. rofl i just realized the little chibi moves all over the place too
Clare's picture

/clicks everything at a rapid

/clicks everything at a rapid pace
GO LITTLE CHIBI GO
/shot
Faustt's picture

I can't take Thane seriously

I can't take Thane seriously while looking at that little chibi popping up everywhere ^^