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Post by Squeeble. on Dec 21, 2007 20:37:56 GMT -5
ME--Myself--and of course, I.
[x] So what's goin' on, I'm JULi.
[x] So yea, I'm gonna be fifteen in sixty days xD
[x] Cairoco City lol.
[x] For sure I do, it's puuurttyy :]
[x] Uhmm, I'm not really much of a cheese expert... >.< sorry!
Enough about ME, let's talk about you.
[x] Maybe I'm Plexico Von Duugen The First.
[x] And I could be four, but I'll never tell.
[x] I'm a purebred saint bernard, so no cracks about the waistline.
[x] And in case you didn't notice I'm a man.
[x] I am big on tradition and big on order. Don't you dare step out of the usual while I'm around, sir, for you will find yourself speaking your last omens shortly after. I'm not much of a revolutionist; I tend to think everything is better left the way it always has been. However, once you get my mind to accept starting something new, I throw myself into it wholly and you'll be surprised with what I can come up with. I'm not a romantic dog but I have been known to get my fair share of the ladies; I'm just waiting for the right one to settle down with. Did I mention I'll only choose a mate who is a virgin? Of course, that's nothing to be said about my "baby mamma's", but shh, don't you dare tell them that. I hold grudges for a long time; basically, death. Don't expect forgiveness in MY world, mister. You'll be dissapointed.
[x] I am a brown and white saint bernard dog, with no peculiar markings so to speak of. I know, I know, boring, you think. HA! That's where you're wrong. I have a deformed front paw, but not so that you can see it unless you look close. And the reason this is so debilitating is because you can ALWAYS TELL whether it's my pawprint or not. Instead of that perfect little star most dogs make, mine is more of a grotesque, splotchy omen of where I've been. Cryptic, huh?
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Post by Squeeble. on Dec 21, 2007 21:12:41 GMT -5
we sing the death song
because we've got no future
A distant echo of a cry of pain filled the blonde bitch's head, instilling in her a sense of fulfillment. Exxon had a dark side that she worked hard to control; while she refused to kill without reason and openly proclaimed an unprovoked murder against life's will, the sound of pain did little to back up her words. She was a sick creature in that sense; the deserved pain of another brought her close to euphoria; the taste of sin's blood in her mouth could stop her heart, so great was her joy. She was a protector by being a destroyer, and a destroyer of those that deserved it. It was in her nature to forgive, but it was in her blood to deny forgiveness; and so she chose openly her will and discreetly her viens.
As the other femme relayed her thoughts to Exxon, or at least the less intrusive ones, she had a sense that the girlish novelty of another canine was wearing off and that she'd better shape up quick or be denied. Try as she might, Exxon would never be a bouncing, jovial bitch, and if that was what she was expected to be she'd walk away right now. Her loyalty was her strongest point in this argument, and she knew it well; she would have to stress it. It wouldn't look good if Reageanne knew about The Canine Order, though Exxon couldn't help but feel she had been forced to make the decision she did. A quick decision now was made, and she didn't think she'd tell the other bitch about The Canine Order, or now the Brotherhood, unless openly asked about it.
It didn't look good on her record.
Her words were quickened a bit, to come away from her monotony a bit. She had sensed, as stated before, Reageanne getting bored with her, and was trying to remedy it subtly. Her voice's tone now fluctuated, coming into an easy, friendly tune instead of her military-style retorts.
Reageanne, I want to be a part of The Black Legion for a few reasons. I love that you're all so secretive; it makes me believe there's not a gluttonous, power hungry, vain fool leading your pack, which to me sets you apart from the other packs (maybe not the mafia, but they keep to themselves as well). I don't know much about your pack, no; I only know what I've heard, and I come, besides to join, to learn as well.
She paused for a breath, trying to gauge Reageannes' reaction to her monologue so far. Gathering her thoughts again, she proceeded, stating what she believed was a convincing opening argument.
I have heard the Black Legion values loyalty; I am happy to say that I am a loyal female. When proven, I serve with my entire self, so you needn't worry about other influences on my person. I am not currently tied to any other canines or packs in the city. I am no weakling, and am quite capable of taking on a dog or two. I do not look, however, like a force to be reckoned with; which usually leaves me taking my opponent by surprise.
Her summery coat fluffed and smoothed at random in the wind; it was rather annoying, after a while, and not freeing, as she had first found. But she was willing to put up with it, this new annoyance, for the shot at a pack to call her own; a pack like The Black Legion.
and we want to be just like you
and we want to be just like you...
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Post by ! LEXAKAE on Dec 21, 2007 21:17:59 GMT -5
Accepted! <333
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Post by wowposter on Oct 31, 2008 5:36:37 GMT -5
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