Post by Vak on Jul 8, 2010 7:26:43 GMT -5
We were young;;
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[/td][/tr][/table][/center]**Table by the beautiful CAIN**
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My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head.
That'll stab you in the head.
With a smile, we were born. Well adjusted children, slowly aging;;
Here's a little about me..
[/font]Here's a little about me..
--- But you can call me Vak but, only if I like your ass.
--- I've been around for 4 long and dreadful summers.
--- And I was born on February 8th.
--- Last time I checked I was Female, If you can nor see that get your fuck’in eyes checked.
--- I am 167.64 centimeters tall, and I weigh 190 pounds.
--- I prefer the Male gender as my partners.
--- You may notice that I am a Azure.
--- Hey, I'm able however, at the moment not willing to have children.
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Born of age, replace our youth with logic. Then slowly the child, that child, is tragic;;
How you will recognize me..
[/font]How you will recognize me..
--- My markings can be found around my eyes and snout. They can be found stretching from my paws up to my shoulders and hips. You will also me delighted to see markings bleeding from my chest to my stomach and on the under side of my tail. However, that is only if you are lucky enough not to bore me from leaving your presence in time for your eyes to capture it all.
--- I have a feminine, yet toned form.
--- If you look in to my eyes you'll notice they're like looking into the rays of a supernova. Bursting with a color sensation of golds and yellows. When caught in the light they tend to give off a glowing aurora with a black metallic pupil.
--- My pads are black.
--- And my tongue, teeth and gums are enclosed behind dangerous canines. Sliding my long, white, sharp teeth away from one another you will see the strands of saliva snapping under the tension from my lower to upper jaw. A tongue rolling from site to side is the color of a mysterious darkened purple.
--- I wouldn't call them deformities, but on my body I have ..well actually I have no physical deformities. As of right now, they would probably all be mental “demonic-ties”.
--- Ouch, I've got four scars form the claws of a mountain lion running over the left side of my face. They start a few inches above her eye and run down the side of her face to the bottom of her jaw under her blackened lips.
--- I'm cursed with being a damn blessing to this earth’s surface. But really, The only curse that I have is the brain that is enclosed within my skull.
--- To you, I probably sound like Michelle Pfeiffer from the movie Batman. She played to roll of the sexy and dangerous Catwoman. Seductive and tempting. Wicked and smooth. Violent and alluring. Mysterious and vicious. You can hear a sample of her vocal cords here;; www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BMfTGzcpMs
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With the progression of, an obsession with time. Make it mine, to say Goodbye;;
Everybody has a personality...
[/font]Everybody has a personality...
--- The Good;; She is loyal. That is one, there are very few good traits about this one. However, when she finds a place, finds another… she is loyal. Does not mean she will not tip toe on the border and push limits, but she is always loyal.
--- The Bad;; Where to start. She is a stubborn, manipulative, demonic, blood thirst, bitch of a wolf. She has a wicked tongue and is not afraid to use it when ever she believe her voice should be heard; which is always. She believes that most men at toys, a means of entertainment. There is only one that she has given full respect to.
--- The Dirty;; Where can one start. She loves the opposite sex; a game can be made out of it. The idea that the male gender is there to play with; they are there for entertainment. For many of them are not strong enough to stand alone side… however, they do provide some fun for a brief amount of time. I enjoy the fun that can be found with the company of a male, or rather many. I do not see this as wrong. I just pity those females whom are too weak to understand this.
>>She loves the shadows a deep obsession with the darkness, and cryptic movements found within.
>>She loves blood, and the sensation that one can feel with fangs sliding through thick flesh and sucking up the blood from with in. The ripping and pulling to get to the meal that one indulges themselves with.
>>She likes the long nights that provide temperature that tightens he skin on your back. The way the moon hangs in the sky and changes day by day.
--- I'm not fond of:
>>Overly talkative individuals. Just shut the fuck up.
>>She dislikes the days that bring bright sun light down upon the earth.
>>She dislikes sharing, whether it be a meal, or an individual. She will let it be known.
--- I have a few quirks and habits:
>>She is obsessed with the full moon. She has the thoughts about it amping her up. The light and sensation that is provided from such a sight on a clear day.
--- My strengths would probably be:
>>She is a strong willed individual. Very independent and does not need a companion to make her happy.
>>She is thick skulled, but even know that the loyalty and respect of an Alpha keeps the pack fed and in line.
>>She may provide the seductive mannerisms, however she is truly a lethal weapon when taunted or edged on.
--- My weaknesses would probably be:
>>She is thick headed, and once her anger sets in, she is a straight shot. She will not stop till she either kills whom is hassling her, or she had put so much fear into them that they back down. She is a little too vicious at times.
>>She tends to wander. She knows and respects the pack she is in. That is not at all a question in her thoughts or the thoughts the alpha/ess she holds strong to. But she has been known to get bored with the sites around her currently location (male-wise) and will wander to seek out another interest and bring them back with her. Only to break them down and throw them aside.
>>Her tongue is wicked. Even if she is trying to be helpful… the words may come off her tongue twisted and vengeful. However, that is not at all her intentions (most of the time.)
--- Shh, I have a secret:
>>Even though the thick fur, wicked tongue, bright eyes, and sharp claws and teeth, She does wish for a male companion. Just believes there is not one that will fit with her. She had found one once before, two seems like it would be too much luck of one life time.
--- I have to admit, I'm afraid of:
>>Afraid that I will actually find a heart and decided that the life I live could be faltered. (yeah right)
>>That in this life or the next she will be cursed with having to watch after the young of a pack. Even though she would see them all as a great meal, the pack would have her slaughtered. She is NOT a pup sitter.
--- Hey, I'm proud of my accomplishments, and I'm ashamed of my failures:
>>She is proudest of slaughtering her parents and watching their blood fill the rock mass bellow her. Standing in their blood and tasting the delicious meat of her own kind. The way the screamed and cried out for help, stretching their vocal cords where no one could hear them. She is very proud of the wolf she has grown into today.
>>The failure of loosing that first male that was strong enough to call himself her mate. That one individual that could spit the words she dealt out right back at her. She lost him, and until her corpse rots she will probably never find him again.
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--- Oh, and you should probably know that:
Language: English and Latin
Coat Color(s): My coat color is different. The fur that covers my body has Tri Tones (My skin is a different color then the fur that grows out of my follicles)
Tone One/Skin: Black, meaning that my fur will resemble the structure of a Polar bears; clear.
Tone Two: White, this colors covers a good majority of my body.
Tone Three: You will notice more colors streak through my coat, dark purple(s), black(s), and greens(s). You may think that it is odd, well personally I think you are the odd one.
Eye Color: My eyes are more golden, then anything else. They are striking and stronger then any yellow coloration you may have come across.
Eye Type: They are large and cold. I wish there was a way of looking around it, but you will never know what I am thinking. My stare is empty, no emotions will leak forth from them. Hallow, maybe. This is both a strength and a weakness.
Fur Texture: Thick and soft to the touch or nuzzle. However, that does not mean I like either of those.
Built: My body is very well kept. I take pride in known that I am a fit wolf. My limbs hold muscle that many older wolves could only dream of obtaining. I am very lean and upon a look of your own, you will acknowledge that. Some have been known to say that my body is alluring, the males that is. I’ll let you be the judge of that.
Tail Tones: My tail is long and bush, sometimes resembling that of a fox tail, but I assure you, I have no fox in me. My fur bleeds from black, then purple, then green finally leaking into the white base. The colors are clean in their transition from one to another.
Markings: Running with black ears, my markings are very visible to the eye. You do not need to strain ones vision to see them. You will notice the vicious colors that streak and cross through my white fur. My snout starts the markings, black around my nose and eyes, under the black is dark purple, and rolling up the bridge of my nose there is green. The green fades out into the continuous white that travels down my spine.
My legs are dipped in that same soulless black color and moves into the dark purple, these markings stop before they get to my shoulders. This coloration is on all four of my legs.
My stomach has the same mixing that my tail does. Black in the center followed by that same deep purple then reaching out to my sides in the green. My tail starts white, and then goes to green, purple, and finally black at the tip.
(just incase anyone wanted to know the break down)
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You're only a moment away, a severed dream to live. Well, nights like these it strikes me, I could only quit breathing;;
My past is a window..
[/font]My past is a window..
Korlana is dead, decayed upon the jagged rocks that caught her spilling blood, and will never be seen nor heard from ever again.
Xar is dead, murdered by my self, and has decomposed into the hell hole that I was born and raised in. May scavengers have picked his blood covered bones clean
--- I was born along side:
Ignorance.My brothers, andSisters are Unknown, and does not know where they are. Will they dare to show their face on this site and learn the outcome of their parents? Only time can tell.
--- Other significant people in my life are/were:
a male named Valbyl. However, he has seemed to disappear from my life. Whatever the reason may be, I have moved on and am a strong individual. When life moves on, I sure as hell will fuck’in more with it.
--- I would have to say my best memory so far is:
He had taken advantage of her when she was young. At only a single year of age she was beaten and had a male force himself upon her. Not just any male, but the alpha of the pack she considered herself and her family apart of. What happened next?
The years had passed where her rape was over, she had slaughtered her parents and the time to leave the pack already took hold of her life. However, paws crossed back over the mountain trails that lead nomads to the pack land. She was coming back. With in the last two year she had learned a lot. She had learned a lot and was here to teach someone else a lesson of their own lesson. The strong four-year-old wolf swaggered through the land. Her hips swaying back and forth as her head was held high above her shoulders.
She had stalked him all day. Staying in the shadows and down wind. There was much to this excursion. He was older now by three years. However, that was a plus to her. He was weak. The only reason he still held his position in the pack was due to the fear he stuck into the pack members as a pup. The elders had passed on and not his karma was here knocking to let back in.
The night was late. Eyelids were getting heavy. Some would say she had waited too long and she was not giving him a fair chance to fight back. However, did he ever give her a way to fight back? He had found himself sitting in the shadows of the night. There were no pack members around, it was perfect. He was trying to collect his thoughts, possibly. But wait…
Young paws hit the ground in a quick rhythm. What was this pup doing? Vakarna pulled herself back into the shadows. The young miss was wary about the arrangement that proved to be a meeting of some sort.
He was at it again. The female thought there was something the old bat needed to talk about, fuck that and his vicious sexual needs. Just as she was stepping towards her she found it time to enter the scene. Her voice climbed over the land as her claws clicked the stone. “Look at what I caught.” The male was grasping the awkwardly bent female by the neck, the same way he at used to throw himself on her. “Tisk tisk, you would think you’d find new ways. Apparently I was mistaken.
“Who are you?” His voice was nothing special, old laced the words that he spoke. But he had let her go and took a large step back. What he afraid of what was awaken. “Aw, you do not remember me? How sad, don’t worry I remembered you.” Her words were dark. The look on her face held danger and she resembled the stare of a beast whom had not eaten nor fed in a few weeks. A savage looking for anything to wrap her teeth around. That was partly correct.
“Dig back into that rotting brain of yours. Or, I can help you.” Her paws took strong dominate strides forward. Her markings came into the full moon light hanging above her. When his eyes widened she knew that he remembered. “I’m baacckkk.” Her last word hung in the sky and rung in his eardrums.
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Her teeth clenched onto his throat and with each clench of her teeth bones and vocals cracked and popped. There was no meal out of this cursed beast. When her teeth let go of the bastard his head crashed against the ground. She gave loose a grow, but the growl sounded more like a laugh. A laugh that echoed through the shadows of the land time and time again.
--- I would have to say my worst memory so far is:
Jaws parted of a black beast. Teeth sunk into the back on her neck, pinching her spine. The hot breath steamed its way into her fur. Grows sounded into her hears and all she could do was clench her teeth and when life calls for it, take her revenge. For she was unwilling for such an act. He had refused her thrashing of words, and apparently this was how he was going to teach her a lesson. If only the alphess knew what her alpha was forcing young pack members into. He would soon learn his lesson.
--- Let me tell you a story about myself:
The night sky switched as the month went on. The moon continuously grew in brightness. The new moon now hung high in the sky above the strong pack. Wolves whom had slept the long summer day away from the heat were string for the nightlife. Black paws stretched out in front of the 4 month old pup. She was lean, more legs then body at this point in her young life. However, there was a wickedness about her that led her littermates away from her. Eyes seemed to pulse with the beating of hear heart and vibrate through the thickly shadowed land. A lush tail swayed with her young hip movements.
With a tongue bouncing around her jaw, a need struck her like a rock falling from the mountain surface. Long claws grasped sharp rocks as her head tilted up and nostrils took in the air around her. There was an erg from deep down. Her body twitched with the anticipation of what was to happen. The scuffling sound of a rabbit stirred in the bushes. It was intriguing. What was this floppy eared creature doing around pack land? Her head tilted to the side as a blackened muzzle pointed rimmed eyes in its direction. She had seen her parents catch things of the sort time and time again. It was not her turn.
The creature had to have been hurt. It all seemed too easy. With in moments her paws were pressed into the soft fur of the small mammal. With kicking feet under her she dipped her muzzle down. Long teeth slid away from one another. Her hot breath pushed against the rabbit’s throat. The scent of fear hit her in the face. Brows slanted downward as a feeling blanketed her other thoughts and emotions. What was this sensation?
Teeth parted as her lower jaw dropped and she clamped down on the creatures throat. The crunching sound of cracked vocal cords. The breaking sound of bones sounded for under her paws. Then it touched her tongue. The prickles of excitement climaxed through her pup like form. The crimson liquid was thick, still warm; unlike the colder tasting meat that was brought back to her. It was a turning point, but probably for the worst.
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Her paws stood there, pools o blood coated the long legs and white body of the 2 year old. She was old enough now. Her stature was toned and grown. Her attitude was strong and thick. She was all grown, and changed. Her temper sent flares cascading from the glare in her golden eyes. But, whose blood was she standing in.
Two creatures lay limp across the jagged upper mountain rock face. The body of a black male and white female, silent and still. They were older, much older. The scent of them lingered across the scent from this murder. Claws clicked on the stone face as a violent purple tongue slid out and licked the blackened lips lining her mouth.
A wicked smile crossed her muzzle, but until her head dipped down and ripped at the fur and skin of the leaking dead, the match was made. It had been a family mutilation. Vakarna tore at the muscle of her father. The creature that beat her and told her she was worthless to the pack.
Who was worthless now?
However, this was only the start of what was to come….
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We walk in bright colors, like we were only born to fade away;;
Just a little more..
[/font]Just a little more..
I have read them and re-read them.
--- * If I had to choose a theme song, it would be: Song by Eminem. However, I can not just choose one. This is a tough one. Hmmm. Eminem – “Love the way you lie” (maybe)
--- * I almost forgot!:
n/a at this time.
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I know, those bright eyes. A reflection of mine, that were slowly fading;;
My loving master..
[/font]My loving master..
. : A S H L E E : .
[/center][/size]Age;; 22 years young
Experience;; Oh, I do not know where to even start. I would say I have been at this, role-playing wolves, for about… 9 years now. I will even admit to getting my start when neo-pets first opened up. That is how long I have been at it. I actually was apart of this site in ‘guild’ form. Oh the good ol’ times. It is great how characters are just like how you remember them. I further my literacy through book development exercises. As my mother told me growing up, ‘the more you read the better you will write’.
Characters;; Vakarna
Aliases;; Ashlee
Give credits!
Character copyright to;; Ashlee
Design copyright to;; Ashlee
Quote copyright to;; Eminem
Image copyright to;; Beautiful Table Photo Created by CAIN
Oh, hey. This template was created by Noctis for Memento Mori's uses only. Do not steal this, it is considered plagiarism. All lyrics in this template are copyright to the band Mass Undergoe. I do not take credit for them.
