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 Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 11:13 pm
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Kozmai and Eiris ~ The Flirt and The Passive
"Sexy, Naughty Bitchy Me." "Aaah, that girl."
Name: Kozmai Coz-My
Meaning: ~ Specific name for Ajkaceratops which honors "Károly Kozma"
Nature: ~ Flirty, Young, Vaive
Expression: ~ Flirtatious and grinning
Voice: ~ High pitched
Build: ~ Dainty, but short
Pack: ~ Rogue
Personality:
Flirty and a bit full of herself. Kozmai is looking to have a good time with any male wild dog she can find. She may even flirt with other species if its to save her hide or simply gain her attention. She is jealous of her friend, Eiris and how many looks from males she gets, but she wont ever say that. It'ss probably her big weakness. But she would do anything for the maned wolf, even if it bothers her how much less attention she receives.
Name: Eiris ír-íss
Meaning: ~ Play on Iris, which means rainbow
Nature: ~ Passive, gentle, sweet.
Expression: ~ Dainty and Charming
Voice: ~ Soft and gentle
Build: ~ Dainty
Personality:
Eiris is the exact opposite of Kozmai, but that is probably why they live so well together. Eiris feels like a mother, constantly watching out for her pup. She is aware of the looks and attention she gets and how much it bothers Kozmai and she does her best to stop it, just so it wont upset the girl she's grown to love as a daughter.
Stats
*giggle grin*
Family...
Father ~ N/A
Mother ~ N/A
Sisters ~ N/A
Brother ~ N.A
Mate ~ N/A
* = Used for Breeding
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 11:44 am
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Bambara ~ The Schizoid
"........."
Name: Bambara Bam-bar-uh
Meaning: ~ Bambara people, an ethnic group primarily in Mali
Nature: ~ Schizophrenic, demented.
Expression: ~ Blank yet fierce.
Voice: ~ None, she has no tongue.
Build: ~ Sturdy, yet still feminine.
Pack: ~ Caplata in Pepo'porojo
Personality:
Schizophrenic. Bambara, since a very young age, has always had strange voices in her head telling her to do things, or not to trust something/someone. They will make her believe something to the point of it becoming reality. For example, if she truly believes her skin is burning as if it were on fire, her skin will actually begin to burn. However, her schizophrenia can be controlled....to an extent. Apart from the voices in her head, Bambara is a quite individual, on the account of the fact that she is mute, and will hardly do anything in public. She is very wary of females, but loves her job and does it well. However, since she can not speak, she communicates through body language, grunts and gestures, or writing with her claws in the dirt.
History:
When Bambara was born, not but weeks of age, just old enough to open her eyes and begin to think and act for herself, she seemed like any ordinary cub.... at least as far as anyone could tell. But Bambara was different. She had companions....someone always there with her, talking to her. She couldn't see these companions, no. They were not like her sister, her mother or her father. In fact, they weren't there at all. But she could hear them just as well. As if they were right beside her....talking to her....guiding her....telling her what to do. And it was at this young age that they began to manipulate her life.
The first time she laid eyes upon it, that long pink appendage of flesh oozing from her mothers mouth in such slow motion she could have sworn the world stood still, Bambara felt shivers course down her spine. That rough pink thing, with barbs as sharp as needles, coming closer to her...ever closer. The voices screamed inside her head to run, but she couldn't. She squirmed with all her might, but it was of no use. Her mother was strong, far stronger than her. And she laughed. That sweet...innocent chuckle. Her mother was always chuckling. "Don't squirm dear Bara." her voice rang in loud and just as clear as the others. Using that silly nickname she had chosen for her daughter. "It's just a bath my sweet." the voice rang again. But Bambara wasn't fooled. 'Run!' they hissed. 'Flee! Fast as you can!' another spat. 'The devil...the devils almost upon you!' one wailed while another screeched. 'The tongue! It burns the flesh!' 'Acid!' 'Fire! Liquid flames!' Each one screaming repeatedly in her ears. Their voices so loud, she could hardly hear her own heartbeat above the racket.
And then it struck.
The needle like barbs pricking into her skin. The coarse length of flesh scrapping its way across her head and down her back. Her skin began to tingle, and with each stroke, it became worse and worse, until her skin began to burn with such an intensity. The young cub had never known or seen the existence of fire, but she was convinced, it could not feel as worse as she did now. She knew right then and there, as her tiny brows furrowed and her pink eyes narrowed, that she must rid her mother of this thing they call a tongue, and spare her, as well as herself, the agony it brings forth.
But with her small size, her attempts went in vain. She was not strong enough to resist her mother's strength, nor could she outright tell her mother to remove her tongue. 'She'd laugh at you!' the voices teased. 'She'd call you crazy....and your not crazy.' another would coo as his deep bellowing voice pounded in her chest. And while they soothed her each time she was exposed to such torture, such torment, at the same time they began to tear her apart from her family. No longer was her mother...her mother. Her sister was not her sister, and her father....what little he was around, was certainly not her father. They were possessed. Yes, that was it. The tongues. It was the tongues. It was always the tongues, from day one! They were the source of it! Of all the pain and misery! The burning, the aching. Why her father was always absent. Why her sister was so doubtful. And why her mother was so....alone.
Little by little, as Bambara grew, she watched her family. She took care of them when need be. She held her mother when she cried on dark moonless nights. She listened to her sister talk about her dreams of one day starting a family of her own with a lion who would always be there unlike dad. And all the while, Bambara plotted. Plotted to free her mother and sister from the demons they never knew they had. Each time their mouth opened and closed, she could see the flesh laying inside...in its comfortable den....waiting for its chance to inflict agony.
Finally, one night, when Bambara had reached her adolescent stage, her mother came to her....in tears. But this time was different. "My sweet....sweet little Bara." she sobbed, her voice cracked and choked by her own grief. "Come...let me bathe you....just once....to remember the joys of motherhood when I had it...." she pleaded, and nuzzled into her daughters neck. Her tongue forcing its way through Bambara's fur. She cringed. She could wait no longer. If she were to strike, it had to be now.
Turning on her mother in an instant, using her new found strength and taking advantage of how weak her mother had grown, she pinned the lioness to the ground. Growls rumbled deep in her chest. The cheering voices drowned out any plea her mother made. Pushing one paw down hard on her throat, she forced her mother to open her mouth, and thats when she struck. Zapping a paw into her mother's jaws, faster than lighting, she latched her claws into the base of her mother's tongue....and proceeded to pull. It took effort, as the demon was latched on tight, and was obviously not going to give up without a fight. Bambara was persistent. She tugged and tugged until she could hear the flesh beginning to rip. What she did not hear was her sister, as she came crashing into Bambara's side, tackling her to the ground. But Bambara never let go. As she came pounding to the ground, her claws ripped the tongue from her mothers mouth, and it came flying with her, blood and flesh melting into her claws as a grin of victory spread across her muzzle. Lightning flashed over head. She could see her mother writing on the ground. It would be over soon. The demon was gone, Bambara made sure of that as she tossed the tongue from her claws. Her sister, however, she still remained...and with a tongue nestled inside her mouth.
Spurred on by rage, and her companions screaming inside her head, she waited little to catch her breath before she sprang at her sister. The fight was no easier, and without the help of a charging body, Bambara had to tug harder, longer, and with all her might just to rip the pink barbed mass from her sisters mouth. But she did it. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the tongue came slithering out of her sisters mouth and onto the ground. She had done it. Bambara had won. But her mother and sister.....they had stopped moving. 'Their just sleeping. A rest well earned.' the deep voice boomed in her ear. He was clearly the dominant one. 'But your fight is not over yet.....go...into the water...look. he coaxed her, as she padded to a small puddle of collected rain water. As she stood painting, rain dripping off her coat like leaves from a tree, she could see it. The demon. There it lay, snug as a bug right in her own mouth. How could she not have known?! All those years....and she had one too?! Blinded by fury, Bambara was not going to let herself be tamed by this monstrosity, so she did the only thing she could think of doing. Sinking her claws deep into the flesh of her own tongue, she jerked her head violently, and ripped the tongue from her mouth. A loud gurgling screech left her body.
It felt good. It felt so good to win. So grand, that while she stood, blood came gushing from her jaws and a smirk spread wider across her muzzle. When her body finally began to give in, she slouched to the ground and fell into a slumber. A sleep so deep, she had never felt this rested since....well since she was born.
Stats
*.....*
Family...
Father ~ Left her -may custom him later-
Mother ~ Deceased
Sisters ~ Deceased
Brother ~ N.A
Mate ~ N/A
* = Used for Breeding
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