Post by vegasblaire on Dec 27, 2011 1:01:27 GMT -5
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Name: Vegas Blaire
Age: 4
Gender: male
Sexuality: Straight
Base Color: White
Markings: Vegas is rather large for his breed. He stand at about 2 and a half feet at his shoulders. He has towered over most wolves but he knows of others that are much taller then he. His pelt is mixed with shades of white grey & steel blue. His legs are dipped into white though his hind legs are mostly white his front legs are white with splotches of A steel blue color.
Upon his right hind leg is stitching that every so often will bleed if he over does it while running. His back is also splotched with the steel blue color. His eyes are a stunning lime green that seem to hold no emotion which is strange for such a wolf. Also over his left eye is another stitching that bleeds as well but this one only bleeds if he rubs his face to much, Over the top of his muzzle is another stitching that will bleed slightly due to him talking.
Mutation(s):None
Eye Color: Lime green
Defects: Multiple personality Disorder
Personality:Have you met my little family? Hehehe, no you say? Well allow me to introduce you to our humble little abode that is my mind. We’re friendly, honest. Well two thirds of us are, Sakura doesn’t take well to outsiders. But fear not, you’re going to be fine, just stay away from the dark shadows of my dreams and you shouldn’t have a problem. Oh, did I say dreams? Nightmares are more like. Terrible nasty things but fret not new friend. We’ll take well enough care of you, promise. Cross my heart and hope to DIE hehehehehehe.
The humbled prince Vegas would like to introduce himself ever so formally. Ah but he’s a bashful sort, very reserved and quiet. Quick to anger though, so watch one’s tone and tongue around or lose them both. He’s quite dysfunctional to say in the least. Can’t seem to remember which way was up, or if the sky was blue or orange yesterday. He has rolling black outs quite frequently, doesn’t remember a thing what so ever the poor dear. But oh he knows, he’s very aware when he sleeps. He sees his brothers in arms, companions of blood committing unspeakable evils. Powerless to stop it he is, what’s a man to do when he can’t control his other selves? He’s very defensive, horrifically moody when confronted with such acts. But deny deny deny, and deny he shall. He didn’t do them; it was not he whom committed these horrendous deeds.
Next, there is the child. He’s dubbed Blaire, though he’s nothing more than an infant. A shriveled little excuse for a pup, so terrified of life is he. He quakes, has night terrors, dreams of unspeakable deaths and fears even his brothers. He’s always anxious, always twitching and sulking. Always so stressed the little one is. He’s pent up with pain, so much pain. He racks his very senses to rid himself of the stress, the fear, the anxiety. Oh but nothing helps, so he turns to pain itself. It helps dull the edge of his frights, he’s a nasty habit of picking at himself you see. Little nibbles and nips at first, but when the blood starts he doesn’t stop. It feels good he retorts. It takes his mind off the issues he tries his best to avoid. But he can’t run forever, the child is naïve, so foolish and fool hearty; he does not know that no matter where he runs, where he hides, it is inescapable.
Finally, most prominent in the family is the boss Sakura. So cocky and arrogant, he carries himself high. He is the power, the rock that holds this family together and he’ll not let his brothers forget it. Oh he sees their weak fear, their delicious horror and terror. Drinks it all up he does, it’s delicious. He knows he’s a beautiful beast; he’ll strike when he damn well pleases, doesn’t even as much as flinch when he’s insulted, or mocked. But when one’s back is turned, they’re dead beyond reasonable doubt. Oh the control. The beautiful power, how it courses through his veins. He locks to mock and spit volatile curses at those he deems weaker, even his brothers. The women, oh the women are the fuel to his fire. His need to overpower them, even though they say no he knows they beg yes. Demand him so; he forces himself onto them so that they can be aware of his scent. Thrive in his passion as he ravages them with his glory.
Round and round they play the little game. Where the wheel stops, is a different brother emerging victorious. There’s an inability to pick and choose who comes out to play the little game, oh but the game is so very fun, how they know. Enjoyable it is, twisting and turning into further insanity. Their conversations are quite interesting, as they speak to each other often. Aloud, in plain view of others, and their emotions all three are connected in one vessel. They feel what the other feels, whoever controls the reins of the senses, and they know when the child is in trouble, or when the chief is on another sexual escapade, or when the prince grows hot with impatience. They all feel their own emotions, and their actions. Their behaviors are what keep the others at bay, the constant bickering, and the infighting with their vessel. If only they could control each other, alas even the boss is helpless to stop the behaviors. Ah but here they roll their dice, here they wager their odds. Fret not, for they all love to play their game…
History: Life, life as I knew it was so cruel and vicious. Our mother, she didn’t love us. Didn’t want us, especially discarded me as useless. Not the proper pelt type she’d spit at me. The wrong eye color, a spawn of evil itself, no little boy should have to suffer through that, but I endured. Never met my father, my brother was the only one I had left. My single lifeline onto this world fabricated around me. Just he and I, we mattered little to the world. Nearly died in childbirth we did, mother had practically given up after a shriek of terror at seeing my bloodied ball of white fur. Albino I was thought to be, a defect. Oh but wrong they were, so very wrong. My eyes were green, sparkling emeralds that were heralded crown jewels they were. To make even the kings of old jealous they did, they did I swear. We grew up have starved, barely sustaining from our mother’s emaciated stomach. She was property, branded as such. Cattle to be corralled and bred until her last days she was, many brothers and sisters we’d never met. I wonder now, oh I do, I wonder if any of them knew of our hardships. If any of them bore the love for us that we had for each other? Oh I loved my brother, I did truly I did. But he was born with quite the defect, not I, oh no I was a normal boy. Normal as could be!
He was deaf you see, couldn’t hear my constant speech, couldn’t hear me at all he heard not a word. Not a sound, deaf to the world he was, quiet was his solace. Guilt I felt for him, oh yes oh I did. But I found ways of compensating for this, comforting him for it. In exchange, he protected me, oh how he did. He was my shield from the world, ridicule was constantly my companion, oh it was, and it was indeed. But I compensated for that as well, made myself a friend, clear as water she was. Couldn’t see her, couldn’t hear her. Didn’t need to you see, he was always there. Oh I knew she was, oh how I knew. Came from my mind she did, we had lengthy conversations she and I. Celia was her name, a pretty little thing. I would sing and prance with her in the woods all day. She helped me through my problems you see, for I didn’t want to trouble my brother with them. Oh no, he needn’t know, needn’t know my shame. Shame I was, for in the silence he lurked. Especially at night, so quiet he slept. Looked like a child he did, oh how peaceful and beautiful. All while another would creep into the den, uninhabited by our mother, mother didn’t care for oh. Oh no she didn’t, oh no. We slept by ourselves, often times cuddled against each other. But that was before he came, the nightmare of my life. The vain of my existence he is, oh yes he is. Or was, I do not know, oh no I don’t. Whether he rots as a decayed corpse or lives to molest others is unknown. Yet crawl he did, right into the safety of our den oh yes he did. Seemed nice at first, but those bright red eyes glaring at me were not friendly, oh no the darkness slept in there I could see. He’d take me into the back of the end he did, horrible things he did. Cry and scream I would, wail at the top of my lungs as he forced himself into me night after night. Nothing could be helped by it, oh no. The blood so scarlet it was. Amethyst and rubies, liquefied and running down the cave it was. Mine and his, scratches I left him. Pretty little scares. He’d made a habit of it, oh how he did. My cries only got louder, but brother could not help. Oh no he couldn’t, Celia could help me though. We spoke often, little thoughts in my head about what to do.
That was when I met Blaire, a childish little thing he was. He slept in my mind he told me, explained in great detail he did. Oh yes he did. He’d awoken now he had, especially when the big man came at night. A habit he’d made of it. A game he said. The crying stopped; no more salty tears of blue ran down my muzzle. Oh no, no I slept soundly now, never even remembered the night. Didn’t tell brother though, wouldn’t tell him the shame. Oh no, he’d never learn the shame. On and on this went, months and months. Blaire said he’d remember the details, would cry so often. I remember his shakes and wails in my dreams. But they’d just be dreams. So quiet and peaceful the dark was. I found myself envying brother. Oh yes, now I saw why he slept so well in the night, oh yes I did. Played with Celia I did, but yet one day she told me she didn’t want to play with me anymore. Curious I found this, until I met Blaire’s brother Sakura. Sakura was not so nice, strong and confident he was. Oh I wanted to be him, oh how I did. He explained to me how I wasn’t blessed with just one brother, but three. So lucky was I! Oh to have so many brothers who loved and protected me. Oh but the pain continued, Blaire’s cries and pain all through the night. Sakura had snuck in while I slept one night, while Blaire was passed out in horrific pain. Slain the beast he told me, oh yes he did. Proud with blood dripping from his muzzle, no more than a year old was I. So young, yet now the pain was gone. No more horror, no more cries of Blaire indeed!
What marvelous conversations we had, oh yes. Yelling and laughing and screaming all through the night, but sometimes I never slept while Sakura and Blaire did. Wasn’t fair I told them, wasn’t fair! I wanted sleep, oh yes I did. But they told me they needed their sleep too, understandable yes. Oh yes, so I’d let them sleep, turns we took. All through the week, even sometimes we’d all be restless and try to talk to the other pack members. Looks of disgust and judgment they shot us, made me angry it did. Oh red I saw, what a pretty red. Much like the blood, oh yes much like the blood. This red didn’t hurt like the blood though, oh no. A harmless little thing that made my heart pound and my muscles tense, but no one wanted to talk to me. No one wanted to play. Brother always did though, but I wouldn’t wake him. Wouldn’t show him the shame, oh no the shame was too much.
Not even another day had gone, not even a day. They came for us they did, oh how they came. Told me I was a murderer, sentenced to death. I didn’t understand I plead. Tried to tell them I hadn’t the slightest clue of what it was they spoke of. Oh no I didn’t, oh no I certainly didn’t. Later I found out that the monster in my dreams, the one who caused me pain and forced me down was the co-leader of their pack. Oh yes he was. Mother didn’t help me, rocks they kicked at me. Murderer they spat and hissed ganged up on me and attacked me. Helpless I was, oh so helpless. Even Blaire was scared, oh yes he was. Sakura didn’t seem to notice though, oh no, such contempt he held. No remorse he showed, didn’t care that he was going to die for the deed. Thought it right he did, glad he murdered the beast he said. Oh but Brother, brother was always there to protect me he was. Oh yes he was, never would let me die he wouldn’t. He was my only protection, my lifeline to this earth, yes he kept me tethered he did. Mother didn’t care, no she didn’t. But brother did. Exiled he said to me in the night, run he told me. I obeyed, oh yes; I was a good brother, the normal one. Celia didn’t come, no she didn’t. Gone she was, but Blaire and Sakura were there, brothers they told me. Blood brothers we were, made from the same flesh and blood. My three brothers and eye darted off, the breeze in my pelt made me smile, oh yes it did. Always fond memories of the wind I had, prancing about in the forest. Exiled we were, but not even brother seemed to mind. We had each other, oh yes we did. No more running and hiding in fear, lived together peacefully we tried, but brother didn’t know my secret, my nightmare monster. Perhaps Blaire will tell him, or even Sakura. I fear they will, oh how I’m afraid they’ll show my shame. But he understands, oh yes he understands. Brother is a good brother, even if he hears only the silence, he loves us all, oh yes he does.
Name: Vegas Blaire
Age: 4
Gender: male
Sexuality: Straight
Base Color: White
Markings: Vegas is rather large for his breed. He stand at about 2 and a half feet at his shoulders. He has towered over most wolves but he knows of others that are much taller then he. His pelt is mixed with shades of white grey & steel blue. His legs are dipped into white though his hind legs are mostly white his front legs are white with splotches of A steel blue color.
Upon his right hind leg is stitching that every so often will bleed if he over does it while running. His back is also splotched with the steel blue color. His eyes are a stunning lime green that seem to hold no emotion which is strange for such a wolf. Also over his left eye is another stitching that bleeds as well but this one only bleeds if he rubs his face to much, Over the top of his muzzle is another stitching that will bleed slightly due to him talking.
Mutation(s):None
Eye Color: Lime green
Defects: Multiple personality Disorder
Personality:Have you met my little family? Hehehe, no you say? Well allow me to introduce you to our humble little abode that is my mind. We’re friendly, honest. Well two thirds of us are, Sakura doesn’t take well to outsiders. But fear not, you’re going to be fine, just stay away from the dark shadows of my dreams and you shouldn’t have a problem. Oh, did I say dreams? Nightmares are more like. Terrible nasty things but fret not new friend. We’ll take well enough care of you, promise. Cross my heart and hope to DIE hehehehehehe.
The humbled prince Vegas would like to introduce himself ever so formally. Ah but he’s a bashful sort, very reserved and quiet. Quick to anger though, so watch one’s tone and tongue around or lose them both. He’s quite dysfunctional to say in the least. Can’t seem to remember which way was up, or if the sky was blue or orange yesterday. He has rolling black outs quite frequently, doesn’t remember a thing what so ever the poor dear. But oh he knows, he’s very aware when he sleeps. He sees his brothers in arms, companions of blood committing unspeakable evils. Powerless to stop it he is, what’s a man to do when he can’t control his other selves? He’s very defensive, horrifically moody when confronted with such acts. But deny deny deny, and deny he shall. He didn’t do them; it was not he whom committed these horrendous deeds.
Next, there is the child. He’s dubbed Blaire, though he’s nothing more than an infant. A shriveled little excuse for a pup, so terrified of life is he. He quakes, has night terrors, dreams of unspeakable deaths and fears even his brothers. He’s always anxious, always twitching and sulking. Always so stressed the little one is. He’s pent up with pain, so much pain. He racks his very senses to rid himself of the stress, the fear, the anxiety. Oh but nothing helps, so he turns to pain itself. It helps dull the edge of his frights, he’s a nasty habit of picking at himself you see. Little nibbles and nips at first, but when the blood starts he doesn’t stop. It feels good he retorts. It takes his mind off the issues he tries his best to avoid. But he can’t run forever, the child is naïve, so foolish and fool hearty; he does not know that no matter where he runs, where he hides, it is inescapable.
Finally, most prominent in the family is the boss Sakura. So cocky and arrogant, he carries himself high. He is the power, the rock that holds this family together and he’ll not let his brothers forget it. Oh he sees their weak fear, their delicious horror and terror. Drinks it all up he does, it’s delicious. He knows he’s a beautiful beast; he’ll strike when he damn well pleases, doesn’t even as much as flinch when he’s insulted, or mocked. But when one’s back is turned, they’re dead beyond reasonable doubt. Oh the control. The beautiful power, how it courses through his veins. He locks to mock and spit volatile curses at those he deems weaker, even his brothers. The women, oh the women are the fuel to his fire. His need to overpower them, even though they say no he knows they beg yes. Demand him so; he forces himself onto them so that they can be aware of his scent. Thrive in his passion as he ravages them with his glory.
Round and round they play the little game. Where the wheel stops, is a different brother emerging victorious. There’s an inability to pick and choose who comes out to play the little game, oh but the game is so very fun, how they know. Enjoyable it is, twisting and turning into further insanity. Their conversations are quite interesting, as they speak to each other often. Aloud, in plain view of others, and their emotions all three are connected in one vessel. They feel what the other feels, whoever controls the reins of the senses, and they know when the child is in trouble, or when the chief is on another sexual escapade, or when the prince grows hot with impatience. They all feel their own emotions, and their actions. Their behaviors are what keep the others at bay, the constant bickering, and the infighting with their vessel. If only they could control each other, alas even the boss is helpless to stop the behaviors. Ah but here they roll their dice, here they wager their odds. Fret not, for they all love to play their game…
History: Life, life as I knew it was so cruel and vicious. Our mother, she didn’t love us. Didn’t want us, especially discarded me as useless. Not the proper pelt type she’d spit at me. The wrong eye color, a spawn of evil itself, no little boy should have to suffer through that, but I endured. Never met my father, my brother was the only one I had left. My single lifeline onto this world fabricated around me. Just he and I, we mattered little to the world. Nearly died in childbirth we did, mother had practically given up after a shriek of terror at seeing my bloodied ball of white fur. Albino I was thought to be, a defect. Oh but wrong they were, so very wrong. My eyes were green, sparkling emeralds that were heralded crown jewels they were. To make even the kings of old jealous they did, they did I swear. We grew up have starved, barely sustaining from our mother’s emaciated stomach. She was property, branded as such. Cattle to be corralled and bred until her last days she was, many brothers and sisters we’d never met. I wonder now, oh I do, I wonder if any of them knew of our hardships. If any of them bore the love for us that we had for each other? Oh I loved my brother, I did truly I did. But he was born with quite the defect, not I, oh no I was a normal boy. Normal as could be!
He was deaf you see, couldn’t hear my constant speech, couldn’t hear me at all he heard not a word. Not a sound, deaf to the world he was, quiet was his solace. Guilt I felt for him, oh yes oh I did. But I found ways of compensating for this, comforting him for it. In exchange, he protected me, oh how he did. He was my shield from the world, ridicule was constantly my companion, oh it was, and it was indeed. But I compensated for that as well, made myself a friend, clear as water she was. Couldn’t see her, couldn’t hear her. Didn’t need to you see, he was always there. Oh I knew she was, oh how I knew. Came from my mind she did, we had lengthy conversations she and I. Celia was her name, a pretty little thing. I would sing and prance with her in the woods all day. She helped me through my problems you see, for I didn’t want to trouble my brother with them. Oh no, he needn’t know, needn’t know my shame. Shame I was, for in the silence he lurked. Especially at night, so quiet he slept. Looked like a child he did, oh how peaceful and beautiful. All while another would creep into the den, uninhabited by our mother, mother didn’t care for oh. Oh no she didn’t, oh no. We slept by ourselves, often times cuddled against each other. But that was before he came, the nightmare of my life. The vain of my existence he is, oh yes he is. Or was, I do not know, oh no I don’t. Whether he rots as a decayed corpse or lives to molest others is unknown. Yet crawl he did, right into the safety of our den oh yes he did. Seemed nice at first, but those bright red eyes glaring at me were not friendly, oh no the darkness slept in there I could see. He’d take me into the back of the end he did, horrible things he did. Cry and scream I would, wail at the top of my lungs as he forced himself into me night after night. Nothing could be helped by it, oh no. The blood so scarlet it was. Amethyst and rubies, liquefied and running down the cave it was. Mine and his, scratches I left him. Pretty little scares. He’d made a habit of it, oh how he did. My cries only got louder, but brother could not help. Oh no he couldn’t, Celia could help me though. We spoke often, little thoughts in my head about what to do.
That was when I met Blaire, a childish little thing he was. He slept in my mind he told me, explained in great detail he did. Oh yes he did. He’d awoken now he had, especially when the big man came at night. A habit he’d made of it. A game he said. The crying stopped; no more salty tears of blue ran down my muzzle. Oh no, no I slept soundly now, never even remembered the night. Didn’t tell brother though, wouldn’t tell him the shame. Oh no, he’d never learn the shame. On and on this went, months and months. Blaire said he’d remember the details, would cry so often. I remember his shakes and wails in my dreams. But they’d just be dreams. So quiet and peaceful the dark was. I found myself envying brother. Oh yes, now I saw why he slept so well in the night, oh yes I did. Played with Celia I did, but yet one day she told me she didn’t want to play with me anymore. Curious I found this, until I met Blaire’s brother Sakura. Sakura was not so nice, strong and confident he was. Oh I wanted to be him, oh how I did. He explained to me how I wasn’t blessed with just one brother, but three. So lucky was I! Oh to have so many brothers who loved and protected me. Oh but the pain continued, Blaire’s cries and pain all through the night. Sakura had snuck in while I slept one night, while Blaire was passed out in horrific pain. Slain the beast he told me, oh yes he did. Proud with blood dripping from his muzzle, no more than a year old was I. So young, yet now the pain was gone. No more horror, no more cries of Blaire indeed!
What marvelous conversations we had, oh yes. Yelling and laughing and screaming all through the night, but sometimes I never slept while Sakura and Blaire did. Wasn’t fair I told them, wasn’t fair! I wanted sleep, oh yes I did. But they told me they needed their sleep too, understandable yes. Oh yes, so I’d let them sleep, turns we took. All through the week, even sometimes we’d all be restless and try to talk to the other pack members. Looks of disgust and judgment they shot us, made me angry it did. Oh red I saw, what a pretty red. Much like the blood, oh yes much like the blood. This red didn’t hurt like the blood though, oh no. A harmless little thing that made my heart pound and my muscles tense, but no one wanted to talk to me. No one wanted to play. Brother always did though, but I wouldn’t wake him. Wouldn’t show him the shame, oh no the shame was too much.
Not even another day had gone, not even a day. They came for us they did, oh how they came. Told me I was a murderer, sentenced to death. I didn’t understand I plead. Tried to tell them I hadn’t the slightest clue of what it was they spoke of. Oh no I didn’t, oh no I certainly didn’t. Later I found out that the monster in my dreams, the one who caused me pain and forced me down was the co-leader of their pack. Oh yes he was. Mother didn’t help me, rocks they kicked at me. Murderer they spat and hissed ganged up on me and attacked me. Helpless I was, oh so helpless. Even Blaire was scared, oh yes he was. Sakura didn’t seem to notice though, oh no, such contempt he held. No remorse he showed, didn’t care that he was going to die for the deed. Thought it right he did, glad he murdered the beast he said. Oh but Brother, brother was always there to protect me he was. Oh yes he was, never would let me die he wouldn’t. He was my only protection, my lifeline to this earth, yes he kept me tethered he did. Mother didn’t care, no she didn’t. But brother did. Exiled he said to me in the night, run he told me. I obeyed, oh yes; I was a good brother, the normal one. Celia didn’t come, no she didn’t. Gone she was, but Blaire and Sakura were there, brothers they told me. Blood brothers we were, made from the same flesh and blood. My three brothers and eye darted off, the breeze in my pelt made me smile, oh yes it did. Always fond memories of the wind I had, prancing about in the forest. Exiled we were, but not even brother seemed to mind. We had each other, oh yes we did. No more running and hiding in fear, lived together peacefully we tried, but brother didn’t know my secret, my nightmare monster. Perhaps Blaire will tell him, or even Sakura. I fear they will, oh how I’m afraid they’ll show my shame. But he understands, oh yes he understands. Brother is a good brother, even if he hears only the silence, he loves us all, oh yes he does.
