Post by miina on Oct 5, 2006 22:32:39 GMT -5
Name:: Bittersweet (Nicknames are Bitter or Sweet, though only her close friends get to call her that.)
Age:: 3 years old.
Gender:: Female
Species of Fox:: Arctic Fox.
Appearance:: -Click for pic-
Pure white and mostly cream, with a splash of black that runs along her muzzle. Bittersweet doesn't like her pelt because she thinks that the color white represents innocence and purity and she thinks that she has lost that. Seeing the harsh and malicious world for what it really is... Her eyes are uniquely colored, being brown from her mother but with gold specks from her father.
Personality:: Quite cynical and depressed about the world, most think of her as an insane fox. But she's just pissed at the world and it's cruelty. She thinks that most foxes look through rose colored glasses and only see what they want to see, and not the truth that the world is really a harsh place to live in. Also, Bittersweet had been betrayed by the one she thought she 'loved' as well as being forced and having a miscarriage.
History:: Born in a rogue pack, seeing everything die was a common site that Bittersweet soon grew to hate. She didn't like the way the males forced females and when she grew old enough to mate, one of them tried to force her, he was also the one that she had considered her 'love' until he tried to commit that cowardly act. Furious she had lashed out, drawing her first blood as she ripped his throat out. Afraid of the hell-cat that seemed to spawn from this quiet and shy wolf it seemed that she had held an inner warrior.
Banishing her out of their family, Bittersweet had saw horrors that would break others but not her... Instead she bottled the feelings up inside of her, becoming a bitter creature. Sweet had been the name that her dam gave her, due to her bright pelt and innocent eyes when she was a child.
Not wanting to change her own name but figuring that 'Sweet' no longer described her, Bittersweet added onto her name, naming herself 'Bittersweet', not wanting to part with the first name that her mother gave her... The only thing she had left of her parents.
Now she wanders, not in search of a pack, perferring the solitude by herself. She finds that all other foxes and creatures held a inner darkness/sin that they could not control and would fall prey to their devilish desires, and so she avoids others.
Pack or Loner:: Doesn't matter but perferably a loner XD.
Desired rank in Pack:: Er, doesn't matter, up to alpha if she's in a pack.
RP Sample:: -Sample post of my wolf charrie Bittersweet. Ah, I just love her XD, she's a darling.-
Drowning in this unnamed emotion
Wading for the truth in a swamp of thought
Gasping, Grasping for reality
And only swallowing insanity
-Bittersweet-
I watched myself die today
'Don't go there! No... no... NO!'. The frantic yell in her mind did not disturb her ghostly specter as Bittersweet was reduced to watch once again, the nightmares that tormented her. Why? Why was she always the one that got hurt... was she destined to be in fate's cruel grasp? Forever taunted by the things she wanted... no needed only for it to be snatched away, laughed at mockingly.
Her spectral self padded onwards though... it was a dark, balmy night when she was most active, liking the night and the solitude that it prevented from her skulk. They weren't quite big nor were they small... it was sort of perfect and sure there were more males then females but it still didn't matter... they were all nice.
'No! Don't go to sleep there! DON'T!'. The form froze as if hearing the words that Bittersweet called down to it... but of course it was no use. After dreaming it thousands of times in the night... all those times waking up in cold sweat, hate, sorrow... it was a miracle when she could even get an ounce of sleep.
The clearing was a blossoming field of innocently pure flowers and Bittersweet's twin ghosted towards the middle, it's face screaming with delight and chilidish innocence... how easily that would break though. Plopping down in the middle, a breath was exhaled as lids slowly closed over her eyes and Bittersweet could no longer bear to watch... she had seen this all before. It was no doubt that the same thing would happen again, but still was she forced to watch as she recalled clearly the events that happened after her dangerous mistake.
The snap of a twig was all that warned her, but still she was too slow, her scrambling of paws before a heavy weight hit her back, a hiss was escaped from her as the reality of what was going to happen crashed down upon her. She fought like a hell cat, scratching biting at anything but still it was no use. Soon it was over and she felt like a used toy... broken and forgotten. She shedded no tears, all she felt was a curious numb... a numbness that shocked her. She could no longer feel the wind... nor the balmy breezes, she could no longer smell the aroma of the flowers.
No... her idea of a perfect world or life was scratched down, stained! Broken and teared, shattered into a thousand pieces just like her heart. Her specter rose itself on shaky legs before walking back to the skulk.
What happened next were blurs, she was ridiculed by her own skulk as the male who forced her was actually the alpha/leader. No one cared for her plight and she caught the silent pity looks that the vixens sent her. Of course they would never know what she felt like... after all none of them had been forced. She didn't know what was better, being the favourite of the alpha or being the only one picked.
After suffering a miscarriage, her diet had gone down... she simply had no energy to eat anymore... what was the point? It was all the same to her... Sure the kits were probably going to look like the father but it didn't matter! They were still kits regardless of the way their father was and she would of loved to raise them... yet fate yanked them away from her slippery grasp, laughing and taunting her with their dead bodies.
Screaming with hate and injustice at the world, Bittersweet woke up from her makeshift den, alone from the rest of the skulk, her scream piercing the stillness of the air. She knew others would of heard but they would probably shift and go back to sleep or laugh cruelly at her position. Dried tear tracks were under her eyes as Bittersweet dully noted it... she had cried again...Cold sweat made her fur stick to her ragged bones that jutted out like a greyhound.
Shivering as the air blew in, she curled into a tighter ball, wishing for someone to just kill her so that she could meet once more with her kits in the sky... A cruel laugh echoed around her brain, prodding at her. It was the alpha and she scowled at the thought that he was taking joy in her pain... but she would not do anything... what could she do anyways? Nothing... nothing at all... she was just so pathetic... so stupid.
Bittersweet didn't even waste the energy to shake her head to clear her depressing thoughts... they would just come again, like demons. After her scarred and teared heart repaired itself with bandaids of some happy memories they would just rip and screech around, tearing her heart into thousand pieces before leaving... leaving her to pick up the remains and patch them together again, though she was sure that she kept on losing one piece at a time...
Suddenly cold, white anger curled up deep within her. Why did she deserve this? What had she done to annoy the fates?! The gold flecks in her eyes seemed to spread slightly over her brown ones, indicating her anger as her father was notorious for it.
Looking on through the hole that showed a rising sun, signifying new days... new life. Bittersweet closed her eyes, a bitter smile dancing upon her lips that was permantely there... she knew no other smile and as the rays caressed her face like a mother would she thought distantly in her foggy mind. 'Atleast someone cares for me...'. But the thought was chased away as Bittersweet made a vow with herself. She would leave this treachorous skulk and find wander the lands alone... who needed backstabbing traitors anyways?
But she would live... she would live because no one expected her to.
Bleeding from past memories
Crying for help in an empty world
Searching, Hurting for something of worth
Learning that there is only failure
-Bittersweet-
I watched myself die today
[/center]Age:: 3 years old.
Gender:: Female
Species of Fox:: Arctic Fox.
Appearance:: -Click for pic-
Pure white and mostly cream, with a splash of black that runs along her muzzle. Bittersweet doesn't like her pelt because she thinks that the color white represents innocence and purity and she thinks that she has lost that. Seeing the harsh and malicious world for what it really is... Her eyes are uniquely colored, being brown from her mother but with gold specks from her father.
Personality:: Quite cynical and depressed about the world, most think of her as an insane fox. But she's just pissed at the world and it's cruelty. She thinks that most foxes look through rose colored glasses and only see what they want to see, and not the truth that the world is really a harsh place to live in. Also, Bittersweet had been betrayed by the one she thought she 'loved' as well as being forced and having a miscarriage.
History:: Born in a rogue pack, seeing everything die was a common site that Bittersweet soon grew to hate. She didn't like the way the males forced females and when she grew old enough to mate, one of them tried to force her, he was also the one that she had considered her 'love' until he tried to commit that cowardly act. Furious she had lashed out, drawing her first blood as she ripped his throat out. Afraid of the hell-cat that seemed to spawn from this quiet and shy wolf it seemed that she had held an inner warrior.
Banishing her out of their family, Bittersweet had saw horrors that would break others but not her... Instead she bottled the feelings up inside of her, becoming a bitter creature. Sweet had been the name that her dam gave her, due to her bright pelt and innocent eyes when she was a child.
Not wanting to change her own name but figuring that 'Sweet' no longer described her, Bittersweet added onto her name, naming herself 'Bittersweet', not wanting to part with the first name that her mother gave her... The only thing she had left of her parents.
Now she wanders, not in search of a pack, perferring the solitude by herself. She finds that all other foxes and creatures held a inner darkness/sin that they could not control and would fall prey to their devilish desires, and so she avoids others.
Pack or Loner:: Doesn't matter but perferably a loner XD.
Desired rank in Pack:: Er, doesn't matter, up to alpha if she's in a pack.
RP Sample:: -Sample post of my wolf charrie Bittersweet. Ah, I just love her XD, she's a darling.-
Drowning in this unnamed emotion
Wading for the truth in a swamp of thought
Gasping, Grasping for reality
And only swallowing insanity
-Bittersweet-
I watched myself die today
'Don't go there! No... no... NO!'. The frantic yell in her mind did not disturb her ghostly specter as Bittersweet was reduced to watch once again, the nightmares that tormented her. Why? Why was she always the one that got hurt... was she destined to be in fate's cruel grasp? Forever taunted by the things she wanted... no needed only for it to be snatched away, laughed at mockingly.
Her spectral self padded onwards though... it was a dark, balmy night when she was most active, liking the night and the solitude that it prevented from her skulk. They weren't quite big nor were they small... it was sort of perfect and sure there were more males then females but it still didn't matter... they were all nice.
'No! Don't go to sleep there! DON'T!'. The form froze as if hearing the words that Bittersweet called down to it... but of course it was no use. After dreaming it thousands of times in the night... all those times waking up in cold sweat, hate, sorrow... it was a miracle when she could even get an ounce of sleep.
The clearing was a blossoming field of innocently pure flowers and Bittersweet's twin ghosted towards the middle, it's face screaming with delight and chilidish innocence... how easily that would break though. Plopping down in the middle, a breath was exhaled as lids slowly closed over her eyes and Bittersweet could no longer bear to watch... she had seen this all before. It was no doubt that the same thing would happen again, but still was she forced to watch as she recalled clearly the events that happened after her dangerous mistake.
The snap of a twig was all that warned her, but still she was too slow, her scrambling of paws before a heavy weight hit her back, a hiss was escaped from her as the reality of what was going to happen crashed down upon her. She fought like a hell cat, scratching biting at anything but still it was no use. Soon it was over and she felt like a used toy... broken and forgotten. She shedded no tears, all she felt was a curious numb... a numbness that shocked her. She could no longer feel the wind... nor the balmy breezes, she could no longer smell the aroma of the flowers.
No... her idea of a perfect world or life was scratched down, stained! Broken and teared, shattered into a thousand pieces just like her heart. Her specter rose itself on shaky legs before walking back to the skulk.
What happened next were blurs, she was ridiculed by her own skulk as the male who forced her was actually the alpha/leader. No one cared for her plight and she caught the silent pity looks that the vixens sent her. Of course they would never know what she felt like... after all none of them had been forced. She didn't know what was better, being the favourite of the alpha or being the only one picked.
After suffering a miscarriage, her diet had gone down... she simply had no energy to eat anymore... what was the point? It was all the same to her... Sure the kits were probably going to look like the father but it didn't matter! They were still kits regardless of the way their father was and she would of loved to raise them... yet fate yanked them away from her slippery grasp, laughing and taunting her with their dead bodies.
Screaming with hate and injustice at the world, Bittersweet woke up from her makeshift den, alone from the rest of the skulk, her scream piercing the stillness of the air. She knew others would of heard but they would probably shift and go back to sleep or laugh cruelly at her position. Dried tear tracks were under her eyes as Bittersweet dully noted it... she had cried again...Cold sweat made her fur stick to her ragged bones that jutted out like a greyhound.
Shivering as the air blew in, she curled into a tighter ball, wishing for someone to just kill her so that she could meet once more with her kits in the sky... A cruel laugh echoed around her brain, prodding at her. It was the alpha and she scowled at the thought that he was taking joy in her pain... but she would not do anything... what could she do anyways? Nothing... nothing at all... she was just so pathetic... so stupid.
Bittersweet didn't even waste the energy to shake her head to clear her depressing thoughts... they would just come again, like demons. After her scarred and teared heart repaired itself with bandaids of some happy memories they would just rip and screech around, tearing her heart into thousand pieces before leaving... leaving her to pick up the remains and patch them together again, though she was sure that she kept on losing one piece at a time...
Suddenly cold, white anger curled up deep within her. Why did she deserve this? What had she done to annoy the fates?! The gold flecks in her eyes seemed to spread slightly over her brown ones, indicating her anger as her father was notorious for it.
Looking on through the hole that showed a rising sun, signifying new days... new life. Bittersweet closed her eyes, a bitter smile dancing upon her lips that was permantely there... she knew no other smile and as the rays caressed her face like a mother would she thought distantly in her foggy mind. 'Atleast someone cares for me...'. But the thought was chased away as Bittersweet made a vow with herself. She would leave this treachorous skulk and find wander the lands alone... who needed backstabbing traitors anyways?
But she would live... she would live because no one expected her to.
Bleeding from past memories
Crying for help in an empty world
Searching, Hurting for something of worth
Learning that there is only failure
-Bittersweet-
I watched myself die today
