Pups! Grab 'em while they still hot! CLOSED
01-12-2019, 02:32 AM
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RECLUSE;
lips hit you like a drive by, frost bite, ice cold, i mean they cut you like a sharp knife -
lips hit you like a drive by, frost bite, ice cold, i mean they cut you like a sharp knife -
The child is forged from the fires of hell, burned at the stake of conception and burned for an eternity. A simplistic dance performed by two individuals who had the darkest of intentions and even darker minds. She is a creature who suckles the fang of the viper; the venom injecting itself in her veins and causing the painting to become a masterpiece. She is not the one that goes bump in the night - she remains hidden in the shadows and retreats as the light trickles in. Recluse; named for her spotty appearance in the lives of others, she has grown to not become attached to individuals in the uncertainty of how it would end. She is a creature of a different time, perhaps the wrong era - perhaps of the wrong mind. Whatever it is, she is merely a fleeting shadow inked in mystery and curiosity. The child of the damned is no more than the spawn of a demon.
Perhaps, that is why she refrains from being seen in the light.
Her coloration is dangerous; a complexion that is regal, subtle and drool-worthy at the same time. Two rings are tightly woven around her neck, lighter than the surrounding area before fading into the coloration of her sire at her chest. The majority of her genetics are taken from her dam, however, it is noted that the markings of her father's face do, in fact, make an appearance on hers. Though, instead of it being on simply one side, the eye markings mirror each. Her eyes are a molted gold, cooked and protected by the dragon and the flame that kindles her heart. She is a titan in more ways than one, for her height is moderately tall - 36". It is not uncommon for her to use her height for intimidation alone. Recluse, like her name, however, prefers to not have it come to that if she can help it and often times enjoys solitude over conversing with others.
For some unknown reason, the girl picks up on her father's personality rather than her mothers early on. She enjoys her time alone and will often times let others know by snapping at them if they pester her enough. Her patience, surprisingly, holds strong in most situations and because of this, she has an eerie calmness to her. Stacked with her quiet nature, she can be seen as intimidating even when she doesn't mean to be. Perhaps one of the more approachable individuals of the litter, personality wise, Recluse actually has emotions but often times stuffs them down since she believes she will be shunned for expressing them. Perhaps one day she will obtain a breaking point, but she's comfortable with putting on a fake face for her family - isn't that what normal families did?
While she has the patience for some things, her temper is a completely other story. If she is pissed off at something or someone, she can and more often than not, lash out with a fire that can not be tamed. It is a flame that, if not controlled in a matter of time, can easily cause a wildfire.
Be careful you're not burned.
-
Her tongue rolled against her incisors, the stench of blood was nearly as potent as her desire to fill her stomach. It had been... how long since her last meal? Recluse, as her name stated, was alone yet again - she had time to enjoy what silence she could get without the constant pestering of her siblings or the demands of her mother. It was realized early on that if she wanted to survive, she would need to provide for herself, and once she was capable, she was taught the necessities of hunting. What a silly, odd, idiotic word. Hunting - could you get any more simple? Her ears fell back, muzzle crinkling with an obvious distaste for such wording.
Perhaps it was a silly little thought, and while she had all the time in the world to share her thoughts and ideas with others, she frankly did not give a damn about the opinions of her siblings. They were stuck-up, eager to please their mother in any way, shape or form. Recluse didn't care. She just didn't care. It would be a fib to tell someone that the solitude didn't get lonely at times - it always seemed like an obligation to return to the den.
A heavy breath tumbled from her ink-stained lips as she grasped the stringy meat that was of the rabbit, leaning back as it snapped from the muscles and ligaments right into her mouth. She continued to repeat the process until it was no more than hollowed out bones - the marrow, every content was gone. Recluse felt some sort of odd understanding toward the bones; empty. She felt empty. She didn't like these feelings - perhaps that was why her family had just gone and decided to not have feelings, so they didn't have to deal with bullshit like this. A frown set upon her lips as she stared.
It didn't change. Nothing ever changed and here she was wishing for some sort of distraction from the repeating world that she belonged to. Nothing ever changed, she repeated in her mind.
But nothing ever really did, did it?
other: tbd
Perhaps, that is why she refrains from being seen in the light.
Her coloration is dangerous; a complexion that is regal, subtle and drool-worthy at the same time. Two rings are tightly woven around her neck, lighter than the surrounding area before fading into the coloration of her sire at her chest. The majority of her genetics are taken from her dam, however, it is noted that the markings of her father's face do, in fact, make an appearance on hers. Though, instead of it being on simply one side, the eye markings mirror each. Her eyes are a molted gold, cooked and protected by the dragon and the flame that kindles her heart. She is a titan in more ways than one, for her height is moderately tall - 36". It is not uncommon for her to use her height for intimidation alone. Recluse, like her name, however, prefers to not have it come to that if she can help it and often times enjoys solitude over conversing with others.
For some unknown reason, the girl picks up on her father's personality rather than her mothers early on. She enjoys her time alone and will often times let others know by snapping at them if they pester her enough. Her patience, surprisingly, holds strong in most situations and because of this, she has an eerie calmness to her. Stacked with her quiet nature, she can be seen as intimidating even when she doesn't mean to be. Perhaps one of the more approachable individuals of the litter, personality wise, Recluse actually has emotions but often times stuffs them down since she believes she will be shunned for expressing them. Perhaps one day she will obtain a breaking point, but she's comfortable with putting on a fake face for her family - isn't that what normal families did?
While she has the patience for some things, her temper is a completely other story. If she is pissed off at something or someone, she can and more often than not, lash out with a fire that can not be tamed. It is a flame that, if not controlled in a matter of time, can easily cause a wildfire.
Be careful you're not burned.
-
Her tongue rolled against her incisors, the stench of blood was nearly as potent as her desire to fill her stomach. It had been... how long since her last meal? Recluse, as her name stated, was alone yet again - she had time to enjoy what silence she could get without the constant pestering of her siblings or the demands of her mother. It was realized early on that if she wanted to survive, she would need to provide for herself, and once she was capable, she was taught the necessities of hunting. What a silly, odd, idiotic word. Hunting - could you get any more simple? Her ears fell back, muzzle crinkling with an obvious distaste for such wording.
Perhaps it was a silly little thought, and while she had all the time in the world to share her thoughts and ideas with others, she frankly did not give a damn about the opinions of her siblings. They were stuck-up, eager to please their mother in any way, shape or form. Recluse didn't care. She just didn't care. It would be a fib to tell someone that the solitude didn't get lonely at times - it always seemed like an obligation to return to the den.
A heavy breath tumbled from her ink-stained lips as she grasped the stringy meat that was of the rabbit, leaning back as it snapped from the muscles and ligaments right into her mouth. She continued to repeat the process until it was no more than hollowed out bones - the marrow, every content was gone. Recluse felt some sort of odd understanding toward the bones; empty. She felt empty. She didn't like these feelings - perhaps that was why her family had just gone and decided to not have feelings, so they didn't have to deal with bullshit like this. A frown set upon her lips as she stared.
It didn't change. Nothing ever changed and here she was wishing for some sort of distraction from the repeating world that she belonged to. Nothing ever changed, she repeated in her mind.
But nothing ever really did, did it?
other: tbd