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Sorksa
Legacy Name: Sorksa

The Reborn Tigrean
Owner: CrazyWolf

Age: 17 years, 5 months, 1 week

Born: November 20th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 5 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: November 20th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 653
   
• Strength: 1,632
   
• Defense: 1,630
   
• Speed: 1,628
   
• Health: 1,674
   
• HP: 1,674/1,674
   
• Intelligence: 1,174
   
• Books Read: 1155
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Couture Designer

Gods aren’t born.
Gods never die.
But can Gods love?
Yes, they can.

Gods are around everything.
They are everything.
Living from use.
Being useful.

But what happens when a God falls in love?

The Kougoras are loners, but living alone has some negative sides. Nobody is caring for you, nobody will warn you of strangers, and you have to be all by yourself. That was great -- you could do what you wanted where you wanted and didn’t have to worry about others. But that was the destiny of the Kougoras. The humans started to hunt them down, one by one. In the end they lived in small forest, surrounded by villages, and when they came too near to those they were shot down.

One lived peacefully. She never got near the villages. She learned that the humans are able to kill her, and she didn’t want to die. She wanted to live, and she lived happily. But she was lonely, even at the time when a Kougora shouldn’t be lonely: Spring.
She felt lonely, even more when she saw the fire burning in the other forest, knowing that there lived the last Kougora beside her. Now, the fire from the humans had surely killed him. It was the new way of the humans to get rid of even the last of them. She felt even lonelier when she started to hear the humans, and she smelled the fire they had with them. But she knew as well that there was no way to run off, so she just sat there and waited for the fire to eat her. Seeing it around her, she just thought: I am happy that it is not a human that will kill me. Thank you, Fire! But nothing happened. The fire made a circle around her, just touching her lightly. It did not burn her fur, just warmed her. And she fell asleep, having a strange dream of a Creature, similar to a Kougora, made out of Fire...

When she woke up, she didn’t know what happened to her. But she was glad to be alive, and thankful -- thankful to the Fire.

Time went by, and she miraculously gave birth to three kittens. They looked like Kougoras should look like, but their fur was red and the characteristic stripe-design that every Kougora had instead looked like flames. But she didn’t care about that; she was just full of a mother’s love, not caring for how that could happen, not caring for how she should feed them, even though all was burned and dead from the fire. So she wandered around, did all she could for her children, but it didn’t take long before the first died, starved. She had only enough milk for two hungry mouths. More time passed and when they started to open their eyes, she couldn’t believe it -- they were blue, like hers.

It didn’t take long until the humans noticed that she was still alive. She started to hunt for her and her kittens. She never could be in the same place for long, and the kittens didn’t know of the danger of life around humans. The second one landed into a trap. She couldn’t free her own child, crying for it until the humans came to kill it.

Now only one child was left, with a mother which didn’t know how to protect it in this world. But she could do it. He grew; he was strong, fast, and had great instincts. He could remember what happened to his siblings. Now he was not a child anymore, but not full grown as well. He still needed his mother, her love and her caring for him. He loved her. But the humans couldn’t let them live, especially after they saw to what strange creature she gave birth to.

Fire again, but neither of them was afraid of it. She knew that it wouldn’t do her harm, and her son wasn’t even afraid of it. No, it was like he felt comfortable with it around him. But what they couldn’t know was that it was a new trap from the humans. They just wanted to take the smell and the sight away. They shoot at them, hitting her in the lungs. Her son standing by her side cried for help. She still was alive, and she knew that they wouldn’t let her son go, so she started to ask for help, help to the only one she ever trusted, the Fire. She begged him for a deal, she would go with him, forever, if he would save his son’s life. And he did so. He took her with him, burning her until not even bones were left. The humans were not worth it; he just closed a circle around them, like they used to do by the Kougoras. The missing air did the rest. All was left was a little child, not able to care for himself, knowing that the world outside just wanted his death.

He wandered around, lonely, like an adult, but he wasn’t able to live on his own. His hunting skills were not nearly good enough to catch anything here and even more so after the fire. He was thinking, why was he the only one left? Why didn’t his mother take him with her?
He cried all day and night, not able to sleep alone, not able to move forward.

He got weak and pale. He wanted to have his mother and that warmth he liked so much from the fire again, but all there was cold and loneliness. From there he decided that when he would have a family, he would never leave them alone. But thinking of that was just a dream, because he would never get a family. He was all alone, and knowing this was even more painful than any the death by humans could ever be.

But not every human is like those. Not every human want to destroy his world. Not every human cares little for that which is around him. Not every human thinks he is something better.

When he awoke, it was warm around him, smelling of something nice and sweet. But all around him was so strange and new. He never saw a room before. He just saw no way to escape. He wanted to run off, but his legs couldn’t carry him. And that human there! It was a female child, coming near him, touching him. He was afraid, but he knew that he would die if he didn’t move, so he bit her as hard as he could. It wasn’t any help; she didn’t even move her hand, just touching him with her other, speaking slowly and soft telling him that it was alright and that she never would leave him. She gave warm and a feeling of not being alone anymore. Just falling asleep...

When he woke up, he was hungry, so hungry, and there was a white sweet liquid in a bowl that tasted so good. It took him a while to understand that the girl wasn’t like the others, that she played with him, cuddled him and was always around him. She never took her eye away, just like his mother.

As an adult, Sorksa was now much stronger, much faster and much more loyal than a Kagoura should be. Now it was he protecting the young woman. Living with her, he never let an eye off of her. Ever trying to do the right thing, he learned that life has more than one side, and that you have to know it before you judge. But he knew as well that sometimes you have to listen only to your heart.

But better not get on his bad side, as he is the Son of a God: the Fire itself. Don’t think you can mess with him now that he is adult and knowledgeable about his own power and the skills he got from his father. The fire isn’t scared of him; the fire can’t be ordered around, but he is the fire, he is the life and the death a fire brings. He is the warmth you need to live and the heat which will kill you. He is all you’re afraid of and all you like about it. But still, he needs the warmth of someone else; his fire will go out when you don’t warm him and love him. He is only a demi-god, after all.

He still can’t trust humans and he still won’t forget what happened, not those bad things, but not the good either. So every time you have to decide something, big or small, good or bad, think wisely. All can turn, all can change; never forget, never regret.

Note: It’s my way of thinking and seeing stuff as it is. If you think differently (especially about the god-stuff) then that’s okay, absolutely, but don’t try to change my mind or say that it’s not the truth. Everyone has their own truth, so be more open to the world and see different sides. Maybe read the story again...you could learn something.

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