HORUS , rare shifter

[HORUS]

` HORUS !



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the generals

NAME horus
AGE three years
GENDER male
RANK rare shifter
PATRON GOD remult
SHIFT RARITY rare
SHIFT FORM south china tiger
PICTURE(S) horus && babur

the personals

[style=text-transform:uppercase;]APPEARANCE

a ginger tabby tom with sea-green eyes

PERSONALITY

this is a tom that is a little different than most in the tribe. he sees the way that females are treated and thinks of it has horrible, but he wouldn't do a thing to change it - he sees no point to it. if anyone asked him his opinion, he would just shrug, say it is okay, and move on with his life. you might say that he is a little more passive than most toms. he is not overly aggressive and he isn't entirely passive. he'll do his duty to the tribe and he won't act out against it or for it. he goes along with the flow and does as he feels is right in the moment. he is not the type of flirt with every feline in the tribe and hope that they'll fall for him immediately and give him kits. if anything, he'd be the one to approach the leader and have him choose a she-cat for him. courting isn't his strong point and honestly, he would trip over his words rather than say anything with honey. if a female shows interest in him, he'll try his best to talk with her, but he'll usually end up falling epically. he's the type of tom that females would call 'cute' or 'adorable' rather than 'handsome'. and perhaps he thinks that's for the better. he doesn't need kits. if he has them, then well great. he has no insane desire to have sons and in some ways would rather have daughters. he just wouldn't want to raise his daughters in the tribe.

but he would be completely useless without babur. babur keeps him in line and is the one that keeps him from breaking down. unlike horus, babur is quite a flirtatious guy and he would gladly spew soothing words. the guy isn't hugely found with the idea that he is stuck with horus and often watches other felines, wondering why he couldn't have been sharing a soul with one of them. surely there are worse felines out there than horus, but if he wasn't tied to the tom's life source, he wouldn't raise a claw to defend the tom. but since they do share a soul, he sees no other option other than to help defend the tom and even give him advice on the females once in a while...though he loves seeing his soul-mate in distress and embarrassment - it gives him joy. he figures since horus puts him through torture all the time, he should return the favor when he's able to. they are complete opposite, everyone that sees them and understands the truth agrees with it...though in the large scheme of things, the two them try to keep it secret. horus doesn't hate babur...he's just intimidated by the tiger.

he's not exactly a quiet tom though. he is more than willing to pick up a conversation with just about anyone - flirting just cannot be within the equation. he is the type of tom to welcome anyone who would want to be friends with him (even as babur is asking him for permission to rip the throats out of some of these felines) and enemies are unwelcomed (even as babur is silently begging him to gain a backbone and to actually stand up to some of the others and to push around the lesser males). he never sees him rising high in the tribe as he has little to no ambitions, even when babur would like nothing other than to see horus become leader so that they may be the highest among the others. horus has no ambitions, babur has ever ambition known. horus worships the god of time for one main reason: he believes that there is nothing stronger than the power of time. time can heal as it can injure. but nothing can happen if time does not progress. he abhors those that would honestly want to ignore the past and look at only the present while turning a blind eye to what may happen in the future. soltaire may be the father of he gods, but he sees remult as the god with the true power and command to what happens to the felines in the world - the only god that can truly dictate the destiny of the felines.

HISTORY

i was born to a unique set of felines. unique in the sense that they were real mates - official mates. the female only needed to mate with him and he with her. one might say that i got my view of the tribe from my father and that would be true indeed. my father was the type of tom that had been friends with valentine. he tried to help the leader when he could to help give females rights and had been devastated when the tom had been slain. he did everything he could after to try and give females more leeway, but as soon as zephyros became leader, he had no choice but to lower his voice and watch from the shadows. by that time i as already born and watched as my father did the only thin that he could to save his skin. he knew that if he was banished then his official mate status with my mother would be obliterated and she would have no choice but to have to start having kits with toms other than him and she had no desire for that - she never wanted to be treated like an item to be borrowed, used, and returned. she wanted to be special to one feline and had considered herself lucky to have found my father.

but there is only so much they could have done about their kits and they prayed that they wouldn't have any daughters. they didn't want their daughters to be raised in this world. i was born in their first litter along with a brother and as it appeared, their prayers had been accepted - for now. i grew older and my brother anyone could tell was going to turn out to be the complete opposite than i. we play-fought, but it was more like i defended myself against a brute that would never play nice. he was aggressive, i wasn't...even at that young age. as he grew older, he started to agree with the way the tribe worked, even when our father muttered that it was wrong. he told us that we should treat females gently and give them the option to mate with us or not and that we should first try to fin a mate and not just run into things head first. he taught the two of us about love instead of lust. he told us to look at erosate for guidance rather than astrophia. he taught us all these things and i listened and accepted. i loved my father and respected the tom. my brother on the other hand, hated him. he saw no reason why he shouldn't live like the tribe wanted him to and ignored all the lessons of our father.

but there was nothing that i could do about that. my brother was always the stronger of the two of us. he had a lion shift form while i had the tiger. he had the brute strength, i had the speed and agility. the two of us often had fights in our shift forms, but i didn't like to shift all that often. there was a weird feeling in me when i was in that other form like it was yearning to get free of me and run free. perhaps that should have been an omen, but i had no idea what was to happen. when my brother and i were old enough to join the ranks of the tribe, my mom became pregnant again. my mother and father knew that they needed to have multiple litters just to make sure that they could prove what loyalty they had to the tribe, even when they knew that their chances of having a female rose with each litter and in the second litter, their fears were realized. there was only one feline in that litter, but it was a chimera. a female chimera. mother and father looked at each other with horror, knowing that as soon as the kit was able to fend for herself, she would be banished from the tribe as a forgotten. a sterile female from birth. i got to know her at the young age and i felt protective of my sister, but i didn't get a lot of time to know her for as soon as she turned a year old, she had to leave the tribe without a choice. what did my brother say? "good riddance. she's an abomination. we couldn't afford to keep her around."

as time passed, i started to fall l and wasn't sure why. i didn't have a fever or anything...i just felt strained. my whole body hurt and i got massive migraines and it was all worse when i shifted. it got to the point where i refused to shift until i got better. when i was three, my mother and father had another litter - this one of a girl and a boy who both looked healthy. a month later, it happened. i went out into the forest to get away from everyone else because i just had this feeling something horrid was going to happen. while i was out there, i felt this indescribable pain. it felt like my soul was being ripped in half as i suppose it was. i blacked out from the pain. the next thing i know i awaken and there he is, laying under the shade of a tree, his hard eyes staring at me in a way that i would have expected from my brother. there was no longer any pain in my body and i tried shifting, only to realize i could. i stared at the tiger and realized what he was. "i'm babur," the beast stated. "looks like i'm going to be your next best friend. the only one you really have, huh?" i couldn't do anything but stare at the tiger, i had heard of the daemon disease of course, had even seen it in the tribe...but it wasn't very often that it happened to a rare shifter. a daemon this big? the gods help him!

and it soon became obvious to me that he was not what i would have expected from my soul-mate. he seemed more like the daemon i would have expected my brother to have and i soon found out that he, too, had daemon disease although it was a couple months later hat his lion became a true daemon. i watched as my youngest sister and brother grew older, wondering if anything would happen to them. my parents started to wonder why they were being punished. after all, their eldest both having rare daemons and their oldest daughter being driven from the tribe because of the chimera disorder? but my youngest siblings grew up healthy and fine. they were perfect and i was overprotective of my sister. my younger brother i wasn't sure how to look at him, he seemed to go back and forth in his beliefs of she-cats and that worried me. babur allowed the young boy to play with him, often giving the younger tom a ride. it's safe to say that i don't trust babur though. never really had. however, when i look at my brother's daemon, i feel a jealousy deep inside me as the lion seems more like me while babur seems more like my brother. i'm convinced the gods got our shift forms mixed up by accident.

and now that my sister is old enough to be claimed by a tom, i worry about her. my mother and father left the tribe immediately after she and my brother were born - disappearing without a trace or a reason why. many of us believe that they had been killed by someone. i have my suspicions...although i'm not going to say who.
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functions preformed by JEOPARDY
other characters are ZEPHYROS, MOHANA

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