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Post by ikawolf on Mar 2, 2010 14:28:00 GMT -5
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Just Call Me Kira...(Kee-Ray)
I am 3 years of age
And quite clearly a female.
My alliance? You must be kidding me?
Well, for those that don't have common sense, I could have created the Dark alliance.
I won’t downplay things here. I am beautiful. Beautifully evil, admittedly, but that doesn’t seem to matter to those I allow to manhandle me. And yes, I mean it in that way. My pelt is a shady ivory and thick, and in the bright light of the sun, it may glint auburn or even tawny. My muzzle is always crimson. Blood, right? You’d think so. I’ve had the blood of so many victims drench it, that my fur is stained in the paralyzing red; but it looks better fresh. My bodice is sleek, and in size I am healthily in the middle ranges. I’m proud to say I have no scars, as those I murder are in too great an agony to even contemplate fighting back. My eyes are a deep hazel in hue, with great ebony pupils dilated with the joy of other wolves pain.
You must be loving my introduction. Just don’t turn your back to me when you leave. See, I have what is called Schizophrenia. Its bad. Bad bad bad. I hallucinate, I fantasize, I kill. And the best thing is, I love every single minute of it. I’ll let you into a secret here, I was force bred when I was just two years of age, and though I could, I did nothing to stop it. The scent of blood drives me wild, and the taste is amazing...Like a drug. Your fear is my turn on. I will always talk to my victims...It’s nice to let them know just how painful their demise will be, so I can bask in the desperation that radiates from their numb, expression-filled faces. I just won’t stop.
This is the best bit, right here. I was born to a lone female, and fathered by an alpha of a dark pack I could never really remember. My pup hood was normal, I suppose, but it was when I struck out on my own, that everything changed. A strange brute found me, and we grew fairly close over the months, yet one day he just came out of nowhere, and I fell in pup. Once born, I named them Keanu and Riau. Keanu was the only one that ever showed any promise in my alliance, so I swiftly...disposed...of Riau, the little fea. I drove Keanu out far too early for him to have a chance in life. I just wanted all evidence of my humiliation out of my life. He was five months old. But at least I hadn’t murdered him. I don’t know, or care, if he’s alive out there somewhere.
RP Colour: White
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