HARLOT - COSMOS

[Harlot]

We were young;;

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deep within this fragile mind

With a smile, we were born. Well adjusted children, slowly aging;;

Here's a little about me..

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--- But you can call me harlot. just harlot
--- I've been around for two summers.
--- And I was born on Januruary 2, 311
--- Last time I checked I was female
--- I am 137.16 cm tall, and I weigh 120 pounds.
--- I prefer male as my partners.
--- You may notice that I am a cosmos.
--- Hey, I'm able 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..

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--- My markings can be found on my legs and muzzle. They are the color of silver
--- I have a fragile form.
--- If you look in to my eyes you'll notice they're lavender with a silver pupil.
--- My pads are pink
--- And my tongue, teeth and gums are all intact with healthy teeth and gums. My gums are molted black and pink. My tongue is pink.
--- wouldn't call them deformities, but on my body I have no irregularities
--- Ouch, I've got no significant scars
--- I'm cursed with a mild case of angelman syndrome. It may worsen with age.
--- To you, I probably sound like a young, innocent wolf. My voice is very soft and soothing.

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With the progression of, an obsession with time. Make it mine, to say Goodbye;;

Everybody has a personality...

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--- The Good;; I am a very kind wolf. I enjoy meeting others. Others are drawn to my very open personality. Accepting of others, I try not to judge.

--- The Bad;; Repelling and unplesent? Well, I'm not sure. I guess...when I do get angry I can be a little violent. I'm so small, most wolves don't see me as a threat. Still I hold a grudge and can pack a punch in this small package.

--- The Dirty;; I've never mated before, so I cannot say.

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-wind
-cold
-water

--- I'm not fond of:
-odd textures
-heat
-pain


--- I have a few quirks and habits:
-I sleep upside down
-OCD
--- My strengths would probably be:
-I'm pretty cunning
-wolves aren't usually cautious of small wolves like me. It makes sneak attacks earier.
-I can jump like a squirrel

--- My weaknesses would probably be:
-my size is not favorable for head to head fights
-my vision in daylight is horrible
-the glow of my fur at night when I wish to be hidden and am unable to affect the minds around me

--- Shh, I have a secret:
-my mother gave me my name because she was jealous of how much my father loved me. She even tried to kill me, and for that, my father killed her. I keep this a secret because I am ashamed of my family.
-I left my father to die when he was sick last winter. I loved him...I'll never tell anyone about this.
--- I have to admit, I'm afraid of:
-going blind completely
-dying of angelman syndrome

--- Hey, I'm proud of my accomplishments, and I'm ashamed of my failures:

-I wish to live a long life, and die of natural causes
-I failed my father. When he was in need, I left him to die.

--- Oh, and you should probably know that:
I'm a wolf full of surprises. Even though I am mostly just cute and cuddly, sometimes I can be highly dangerous. Sometimes, I scare myself.


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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..

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Sora is dead, and I'm glad she died a long time ago, even if I'm not proud of what my father did.

Callon is dead, and I'm so sorry I left him behind in order to save my arse. I should die too.


--- I was born along side:
I have no siblings, just a couple irrelivant half siblings.

--- Other significant people in my life are/were:
Fink, my best friend. We were very close. If he hadn't gone of to war, he would still be here, and we would probably be mated.


--- I would have to say my best memory so far is:
Long afternoons spent with Fink

--- I would have to say my worst memory so far is:
The day the warriors returned from battle. When Delas told me that Fink would never return.



--- Let me tell you a story about myself:

I was born on a hot day in Januruary. My mother wasn't pleased with me, but under the watchful eye of my father, she restrained from killing me then. I grew slowly, leaving the den much later than most whelps. As soon as I was out of the den, my mother ran away. She wasn't around for weeks. When she finally returned she found my father embracing me in a hug before he left to find food. It was like he always did. Sora mistook the meaning, calling me a slut and house wrecker. She then gave me a name, the one thing she had refused to do and hadn't allowed Callon to do. "Harlot," she had hissed at me. "That's what you are, so that's who you will be."

It was then that she came toward me. Lunging for my throat. I was so small and helpless, what could I do? I rolled onto my back, submissive. She almost got to me, but then my father jumped in. Grabbing her throat while her attention was locked on me. He shook the life out of her.

After that I felt sick. I couldn't help it. I felt sick everytime I looked at my father, envisioning Sora's blood on his face. When winter rolled around. We weren't having any luck finding food. I'd finally hit a growth spurt so I had become large enough to hunt. I was a quick learner, so soon I was able to take care of myself. Still the pickings were slim.

When Callon fell ill, I took over the hunting. It took me far away from our usual spot. While tredding through the snow, I saw them. Up on the rise above me. A pack of wolves. They looked fat and healthy, well fed wolves. When they saw me, I guess they felt sorry for me. They offered me a home. A place in the pack. "You are alone, aren't you?" That was the last question they had asked me. I was silent for a moment, picturing Callon. I nodded. "Yes. I'm alone."

The pack was large. Three full grown males and four females. There were a pair of wolves my age, one of them was Fink. His sister never liked me. I remember we laughed about. I also remember the feeling of how whenever I walked into view, Fink's eyes lit up and he looked at me like I was the world.

He was extremely loyal, so when battle called, he went eagerly. I had a bad feeling about it all along. I had tried to change his mind. Still, his personality wouldn't allow him such a kindness. "I'll go and come back a hero. Then we can be together." He had promised me he would come back.

The battle was long. The able bodied fighters were gone for two days. When they marched over the hill you could tell they were worn out. The battle had been won, but that meant little. Nothing had been gained but land they already owned. Delas, a senior wolf approached the waiting wolves. Not meeting anyone's eyes. When he did, they landed on me. "He's never coming home again...I'm sorry." With those words a mournful cry went up from his sister, and I collapsed in pain. It was the worst pain I had ever felt.

After that I drifted about. Doing things on autopilot. Everyone could see my disrest. Fink's sister had always blamed me for her brother's death. One day I just snapped. Attacking her from behind after she whispered "All your fault." While walking by. Fink was quickly pulled off and quickly punished. "He's gone. It's over. Let the past settle. Harlot. I cannot have you fighting the pack. I want you to leave. You can come back in a years time if you would like. No sooner. You need time to think about your choices and time to lay the past to rest." It hadn't been easy for the alpha. Fink had been his only son.

I left. And now here I am, months later. Drifting through the wilderness on my own.
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We walk in bright colors, like we were only born to fade away;;

Just a little more..

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[/color] Hey, man. Rules are there for a reason, I wouldn't want to be caught off guard by something I should know:
so I read the rules to try and avoid such a situation
--- * If I had to choose a theme song, it would be: love the way you lie - eminem feat. rihanna
--- * I almost forgot!:
not that I can think of
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I know, those bright eyes. A reflection of mine, that were slowly fading;;

My loving master..

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Trynx

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Age;; 16
Experience;; 5
Characters;; none

Aliases;; trynx, trynxie, tryn, tryn

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