Post by amani on Nov 25, 2005 14:40:00 GMT -5
Name -- Amani
Pen Name (if needed) --
Gender -- Femmora
Age-- 4 orbits
History --
Amani l a strange and confusing life, taken when born by the hairless monkeys called humans. She was beaten and used to fight,she had been in a loving pack,but when taken it changed her. A blood lust was formed with each drop that entered her jowls. Her fighting skill are great and her bloodlust is even greater,herr hide is hardly ever cleaned,its tangled with crimson,when she first began killing her hide was kept clean,but her captors soon relized it did no good for it only re appeared. She fought and fought winning all her battles once she gained knowledge of fighting the bastards and bytches that were twise as old as she. When she had one a great victory against the best bastard and bytch ever,she was allowed her share in meat and crimson. but what her captors didnt relize was that seh was going to betray them soon...very soon indeed. When it was at the darkest of hours she started whining pretending to be hurt,when one of her captors opened the steel door to her cage she rushed forward ivorns bared attacking him swiftly trying to kill him before noise was heard. But her other captor returned and she was shot at she finnished off the one she attacked but was only recaptured. They through her not in her cage but in a stall,chained up she was beat brutally for her actions. They left her in the stall preparing to beat her again,surprised they were when they returned and she was not in there..or so they thought,hiding under the hay they walked to the back of the stall just as she had planned when they did so she lunged free of the hay and dashed out the stall door,swiftly and silently she ran free at last three orbits of fighting and atlast she was free of the chains! she ran and ran seach partys were sent out everyone armed with guns and knives. But she was never found by the humans,she was found by a single pitbull,thinking he would kill her. But he was wrong the sound of snarls were so faint to the humans they couldnt tell which directiopn it was coming from so they stupidly split up. when one found the corpse it wasnt of ehr but of the pitbull. His throat ripped from him,his windpipe torn to shreads. His stomach cut by her razer sharp claws. Fear had struck the humans and they fled from the siting and went to get the others,all were in fear of the wolf from then on. Pleased she ran never to return she wanted he rown pack.
Pen Name (if needed) --
Gender -- Femmora
Age-- 4 orbits
History --
Amani l a strange and confusing life, taken when born by the hairless monkeys called humans. She was beaten and used to fight,she had been in a loving pack,but when taken it changed her. A blood lust was formed with each drop that entered her jowls. Her fighting skill are great and her bloodlust is even greater,herr hide is hardly ever cleaned,its tangled with crimson,when she first began killing her hide was kept clean,but her captors soon relized it did no good for it only re appeared. She fought and fought winning all her battles once she gained knowledge of fighting the bastards and bytches that were twise as old as she. When she had one a great victory against the best bastard and bytch ever,she was allowed her share in meat and crimson. but what her captors didnt relize was that seh was going to betray them soon...very soon indeed. When it was at the darkest of hours she started whining pretending to be hurt,when one of her captors opened the steel door to her cage she rushed forward ivorns bared attacking him swiftly trying to kill him before noise was heard. But her other captor returned and she was shot at she finnished off the one she attacked but was only recaptured. They through her not in her cage but in a stall,chained up she was beat brutally for her actions. They left her in the stall preparing to beat her again,surprised they were when they returned and she was not in there..or so they thought,hiding under the hay they walked to the back of the stall just as she had planned when they did so she lunged free of the hay and dashed out the stall door,swiftly and silently she ran free at last three orbits of fighting and atlast she was free of the chains! she ran and ran seach partys were sent out everyone armed with guns and knives. But she was never found by the humans,she was found by a single pitbull,thinking he would kill her. But he was wrong the sound of snarls were so faint to the humans they couldnt tell which directiopn it was coming from so they stupidly split up. when one found the corpse it wasnt of ehr but of the pitbull. His throat ripped from him,his windpipe torn to shreads. His stomach cut by her razer sharp claws. Fear had struck the humans and they fled from the siting and went to get the others,all were in fear of the wolf from then on. Pleased she ran never to return she wanted he rown pack.
Name -- Motaki
Pen Name (if needed) --
Age -- 4 harsh orbits
Gender -- male
History --
A easy history he has,he was used for anger,beaten brutally,he loved to kill chickens and often got in trouble for it. He soon aquired a lust for the thick crimson of the hairless monkeys. He attacked the little boy that would tie him up to a steel pipe and beat him. He was shot at,it had taken some of his left hark but had not damaged his hearing. He later attacked them nearly killing them then left. Wanting to join a pack that shared his lust for crimson.
