Veneran was the first born of all the cocoons. He did not come out quietly like the others. He burst forth in a spray of silk, terribly angry at being confined and willing to enter the world at whatever the cost. He was not afraid. He wa the first to walk, the first to talk, the first to fight. Veneran had to do everything first. It was in his nature to be explorative and inquisitive, not to mention aggressive.
Lucina and Tyri-Anu instantly realized that their son was going to have exceptional skills...but he was also going to be a holy terror. The only other cub he seemed to get along with was Isendir, and that was only because the two were so similar in nature. He seemed to despise his other brother Dirotar, and paid very little attention to any of his sisters.
When he hopped out of his cocoon, it took him very little time to become quick on his feet. A little experimentation, and he had the movement down pat. Whatever things he didn't get he practiced vigorously until he did. He was not accustomed to failure.
Being the first one to do everything gave him a bit of a big head. He knew instinctively that he was the one that taught the others.... he and his parents, for he was the firstborn, and they emulated him. It made him cocky, and when his brother Isendir arrived, he instantly attacked him, wanting to try out the new skills he had practiced.
Isendir took all this very lightly, and attacked right back, very weak at first for he had barely learned to walk, but nonetheless not willing to let Veneran get away without a fight.
Perhaps despise was too strong a word when describing Dirotar and Veneran's relationship. Veneran simply didn't like Dirotar because he viewed him as a cub that took very little action and did far too much thinking. Of course, he thought and planned as well, but he didn't like excessive thinking and caution, and that was Dirotar to a T.
Veneran's dislike for him didn't phase Dirotar. He viewed him as impulsive, and knew that he would win out on pure planning if he were to ever challenge Veneran to a playfight. Veneran was predictable to Dirotar-perhaps they would be better when they were older.
Veneran's parents viewed his contempt of his siblings with barely unconcealed annoyance. Tyri decided that once he was old enough to understand things better, the two of them were going to have a discussion on how you treat family. Tyri was, however proud of the rapid progress that his son was making. He was truely his father's namesake. He knew that when he was older, he was going to be a Egyptan to be feared. Veneran was pure cunning and skill, and was unfamiliar with the word fear. His fault was his impulsiveness, and any Egyptan that challenged him would be able to figure that out if they had any intelligence. However, he would likely still put up quite a good fight, even thought the opponent might know more about him than he did of them.
Veneran was impressed by his father and mother, and even by Miasmic. He too was like Miasmic in the fact that he could not imagine staying here for long. He wanted to venture out into the world, start his own colony. He wasn't interested in staying home with "mommy and daddy" no matter how impressive they were. His mother and father's warrior(ess) blood flowed in him. He was meant to always be a nomadic rougue.
He grinned impishly at Isendir and shoved him roughly to the ground (he meant it to be playful, but he didn't yet know his own strength. He laughed at Isendir's stunned expression. This was going to be too much fun...
Veneran
*page two (teen)*
*page three (adult)*
Tribe: Dramatic Explosion
Gender: Male
Stage: cub
Bondmate: Vulcan
Mate: none
Parents: Lucina and Tyri-Anu
*custom by Lakegazer*
Tribe: ?
Gender: ?
Stage: cocoon
Bondmate: Vulcan
Mate: none
Parents: Lucina and Tyri-Anu
*custom by Lakegazer*
