Post by xaph on Sept 22, 2006 19:36:56 GMT -5
Once upon a time
Name: Xaphan
Age: Two years
Breed: Arabian
Lineage: There gone now, its only me
Height: 14. hh
Sex: Brute
Children: None so far
Place Of Birth: Desert
Physical Characteristics: Deep, black, seductive colored hide. Pelts glints a soft glow when he has run, sweating heavily, the sun bask's down, and his pelt shines. Long, thick black mane that is easily tangled and knotted.
Personality: Strict. Harsh. Cruel. Somewhat loving to his children, and mare. Leads a herd the right way.
Sample Post: [from C.C]
What I really meant to say ... is that I'm sorry for the way that I am ...
Dried up tears made her feel usless, father never liked a canine that would cry ... neither did the mafia. Forever she wanted to be seen in everyones eyes as a young, amazing, and strong fierce girl, her dreams were shattered, for mum was always comforting her. Never did she want evil to rise agianst her, but Ceres couldn't keep running all her life, it was best now that she fought her demons while she was still strong, or all humanity would break. It seemed that mother was strong, and only strong enough to make it back to the mafia, dieing in pain. It killed her spirit deeply, guidance was needed for Ceres. Someone had to be there for her, someone had to show her the way ... or until she could make it on her own. Dameon was almost two, and had already found love, Ceres was almost three and still hadn't felt ... romantic with any canine. Only simon was deeply in her heart that was there for her. Maximus was to much of a ass to be hers forever ... honestly her only prince charming could be a rebellion. She could never be allowed to love a rebellion. Never, father Spy would slit his throat with a single bark.
Haunted by the past ... wishing to turn back time, to heal the pain ... things will never be the same ...
Head rested softly onto her head, moist liquid satly tears fell, trickling down her long sorrow filled face. Rottweiler mutted bitch couldn't hear anything under her own soft crying, so soft that it was almost impossiable to hear, but canines had better hearing then us humans. Ceres licked her face, collecting a tear, it hurt ... everything. Why was she mourning so bad? Forever wishing this eternal pain would stop, even father was disturbed by it ... somehow, she just knew. Or so Ceres thought. Someday she would grow big in his eyes, Ceres could feel it, its rattled her bones in every direction, what was of her fate? What would help her regain her feeling in her whole body, to stand tall once more, without mother? It seemed highly unlikely that this would happen, someone of older age, better life, and seemed to be mourning almost of something else that they could help each other out with.
To see your smiling face again ... nothing I won't give.
Athena. Someone that she was semi trusted by, well, she was probably trust worthy, Ceres hadn't seen her until her last encounter with her whole family ... or what was left of it. Dameon seemed pissed off to kill anyone in his site, Spyder was acting quite mature about things for once. Yet it still never covered up for the days he spent away from his family. Why did he have to take after Kemper? Kemper seemed to be good souled enough, until father killed him, why couldn't she be strong enough, not so afraid of death or attacking it. She had no fear around some dogs, but ones of her unknown knowledge scared her. Yet, Athena was alright to be around, she would be alright for now, until she actually evolved a evil trait from Zeus into her blood stream and snapped at every words that Ceres complained of. Hopefully, she wouldn't be like that ... she just hoped.
nothing I won't give ...
" I hope so, after she died, I can't do anything, everything hurts ... everythings, dead to me, Athena. And whatever I do, its never great enough to him, nothings ever good enough. " Cringing slightly, she took a second, never ever once looking down to Athena. Rottweiler expressions hide under her paws, not wanting to show her face to her, once more, her welcoming warmth to Ceres comforted her greatly, once more her voice sorrowfully spoke. " What more do I live for? Tell me, Athena. Whats left of me in this world, we both know I am not Mafia material, what ... is left? " Hoping down from the hay barrel, Estel once more came into her head, anger took over her face, but quickly vanished, Ceres was to tired to be mad, she had almost given up. " Damnit! one day, I will kill her, Estel will no longer touch him, never! " The words seemed to whip her out, struggling to lean against the hay barrel, Ceres's head slunk, looking at Athena tiredly.
[/center]Name: Xaphan
Age: Two years
Breed: Arabian
Lineage: There gone now, its only me
Height: 14. hh
Sex: Brute
Children: None so far
Place Of Birth: Desert
Physical Characteristics: Deep, black, seductive colored hide. Pelts glints a soft glow when he has run, sweating heavily, the sun bask's down, and his pelt shines. Long, thick black mane that is easily tangled and knotted.
Personality: Strict. Harsh. Cruel. Somewhat loving to his children, and mare. Leads a herd the right way.
Sample Post: [from C.C]
What I really meant to say ... is that I'm sorry for the way that I am ...
Dried up tears made her feel usless, father never liked a canine that would cry ... neither did the mafia. Forever she wanted to be seen in everyones eyes as a young, amazing, and strong fierce girl, her dreams were shattered, for mum was always comforting her. Never did she want evil to rise agianst her, but Ceres couldn't keep running all her life, it was best now that she fought her demons while she was still strong, or all humanity would break. It seemed that mother was strong, and only strong enough to make it back to the mafia, dieing in pain. It killed her spirit deeply, guidance was needed for Ceres. Someone had to be there for her, someone had to show her the way ... or until she could make it on her own. Dameon was almost two, and had already found love, Ceres was almost three and still hadn't felt ... romantic with any canine. Only simon was deeply in her heart that was there for her. Maximus was to much of a ass to be hers forever ... honestly her only prince charming could be a rebellion. She could never be allowed to love a rebellion. Never, father Spy would slit his throat with a single bark.
Haunted by the past ... wishing to turn back time, to heal the pain ... things will never be the same ...
Head rested softly onto her head, moist liquid satly tears fell, trickling down her long sorrow filled face. Rottweiler mutted bitch couldn't hear anything under her own soft crying, so soft that it was almost impossiable to hear, but canines had better hearing then us humans. Ceres licked her face, collecting a tear, it hurt ... everything. Why was she mourning so bad? Forever wishing this eternal pain would stop, even father was disturbed by it ... somehow, she just knew. Or so Ceres thought. Someday she would grow big in his eyes, Ceres could feel it, its rattled her bones in every direction, what was of her fate? What would help her regain her feeling in her whole body, to stand tall once more, without mother? It seemed highly unlikely that this would happen, someone of older age, better life, and seemed to be mourning almost of something else that they could help each other out with.
To see your smiling face again ... nothing I won't give.
Athena. Someone that she was semi trusted by, well, she was probably trust worthy, Ceres hadn't seen her until her last encounter with her whole family ... or what was left of it. Dameon seemed pissed off to kill anyone in his site, Spyder was acting quite mature about things for once. Yet it still never covered up for the days he spent away from his family. Why did he have to take after Kemper? Kemper seemed to be good souled enough, until father killed him, why couldn't she be strong enough, not so afraid of death or attacking it. She had no fear around some dogs, but ones of her unknown knowledge scared her. Yet, Athena was alright to be around, she would be alright for now, until she actually evolved a evil trait from Zeus into her blood stream and snapped at every words that Ceres complained of. Hopefully, she wouldn't be like that ... she just hoped.
nothing I won't give ...
" I hope so, after she died, I can't do anything, everything hurts ... everythings, dead to me, Athena. And whatever I do, its never great enough to him, nothings ever good enough. " Cringing slightly, she took a second, never ever once looking down to Athena. Rottweiler expressions hide under her paws, not wanting to show her face to her, once more, her welcoming warmth to Ceres comforted her greatly, once more her voice sorrowfully spoke. " What more do I live for? Tell me, Athena. Whats left of me in this world, we both know I am not Mafia material, what ... is left? " Hoping down from the hay barrel, Estel once more came into her head, anger took over her face, but quickly vanished, Ceres was to tired to be mad, she had almost given up. " Damnit! one day, I will kill her, Estel will no longer touch him, never! " The words seemed to whip her out, struggling to lean against the hay barrel, Ceres's head slunk, looking at Athena tiredly.
