Post by ☆ SUNSHINE on Aug 30, 2011 22:19:53 GMT -5
Sira De' Fleur
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[/center]Sira De' Fleur
nicknames:
Sira
age:
Five years
breed:
[shiloh shepard x chow x akita x alaskan malamute x greenland dog x belgian malinois x tibetan mastiff] x [native american indian dog]
gender:
Female
pack or loner?:
loner for now, maybe soon will join a pack.
if pack, which pack?:
possible Evaristus
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alias: sunshine
age: 18
timezone: central
read the rules: doggone
roleplay sample:
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The lioness was stalking it's prey. It's prey, dog. Sira made her way slowly to the mouth of the cave. She wasn't in a hurry but her prey surely was. She only seen a black blur dart in here. It was a game Sira like to play with her prey she called it RWE, it stands; for you can run but i will walk, then i will eat. It was clear for any canine she told it to what she meant. It was her way of letting them know what was about to happen, those that didn't understand her words were murdered and there bodies left to decompose but those are few and in between. The canine today didn't even need to here Sira's intrusions to know that she should run. Even so the canine only had a glace at Sira to know that she was not welcomed and should just disappear. Sira wasn't even going to turn in a lioness and stalk her prey, till this canine started to turn and bolt. All Sira wanted was to talk, but this female had to tick Sira off and look where she is. Running for her life.
A crooked smile swept over Sira face. Her lioness paws swept over the sandy floor of the cave. It was time to make the kill. Sira's ears and eyes where moving now as she walked deeper into this cave. Sira paused for a moment. Her eye lids closed she took a deep breath in to listen and try to get a sense of where this female could be. Sira located her, deep within the beast. She followed the females deep and heavy panting. One paw after the next slowly but surely she made her way to the female. A cocky grin leaped over Sira face. She turned a corner, her head swiveled to the females breath. "It's not really nice to run from strangers" a sarcastic tone in her voice. "All I wanted to do is talk to you, but no you had to go make this a wild goose chase. Or did you just want to be murdered then devoured?" a evil laugh left the beast mouth. "No I just thought you wanted to fight. That is the only reason I ran. Sira let out a yawn, then adjusted her structure. "My name Sira, and I'm sorry darling I just can't let you live after you making me look bad"
Sira made the females death painful, just as she always did. Pinned to the ground well she took the first chuck of flesh. The female didn't fight the lioness but surely did scream inside. You could just see by the look on her face that she wanted help. A low whisper come from her. 'why? why do you do this?' Sira stared blankly at the canine, but still had a firm pin on her. "I do this not because I want to but a way to survive. To me you are food, your flesh is what keeps me stuffed and full. But darling keep your head up your being devoured by me." What was that suppose to mean? by me. Sira was no queen-bee but for her to say something so powerful was beyond her comfort zone. She pondered what she said then closed her eyes. For a moment she felt like royalty, standing on a unworthy subject. Then a inching came back, the inch that she only felt when devouring sweet canine flesh. In a second her eye-lids flashed open and Sira's tease orbs where locked onto the flesh wound.
Sira licked her chaps then lowered her head back to the female. She mumbled something uncomprehendable, then tore at the females neck. Sira let the black silk fur slip from her jaws well letting the sweet blood drip deeper down her throat. She stared tensely at the female waiting for her to take another breath. She never did. The other canine laid dead. Another soul taken by Sira for her nasty and disgusting hobby. She stepped from the canines body. Her haunches hit the ground and soon her face was into the fresh carcass meat. After a couple bits she sat up, and lick the blood from around her muzzle. Sira's muzzle now was stained red. Sira picked the carcass up by it's neck then lifted her haunches up from the sandy floor. She started to drag her kill, she got some way, then stopped and figured she would rather stay here, hidden from other creatures that would most likely threaten to take her kill. By creatures I mean no one.
Sira let the carcass head fall from her jaws. Landing on the sand with a loud 'thump'. She slowly made her way into a sideways lay. Sira's head was looking towards the entrance of the cave. Watching it like something horrify was coming. Coming to kill her. Coming to devour her flesh just because it's there hobby. A bigger, stronger canine-creature then her. Someone that can easily pin her down and rip the flesh right off her bone even though she is still alive. Just what she does to her weak and helpless victims that plead for mercy. But does she show them any, not one cent. Sira felt her eye lids close. So the lioness what in a fairy tale, a world where she ruled.
A crooked smile swept over Sira face. Her lioness paws swept over the sandy floor of the cave. It was time to make the kill. Sira's ears and eyes where moving now as she walked deeper into this cave. Sira paused for a moment. Her eye lids closed she took a deep breath in to listen and try to get a sense of where this female could be. Sira located her, deep within the beast. She followed the females deep and heavy panting. One paw after the next slowly but surely she made her way to the female. A cocky grin leaped over Sira face. She turned a corner, her head swiveled to the females breath. "It's not really nice to run from strangers" a sarcastic tone in her voice. "All I wanted to do is talk to you, but no you had to go make this a wild goose chase. Or did you just want to be murdered then devoured?" a evil laugh left the beast mouth. "No I just thought you wanted to fight. That is the only reason I ran. Sira let out a yawn, then adjusted her structure. "My name Sira, and I'm sorry darling I just can't let you live after you making me look bad"
Sira made the females death painful, just as she always did. Pinned to the ground well she took the first chuck of flesh. The female didn't fight the lioness but surely did scream inside. You could just see by the look on her face that she wanted help. A low whisper come from her. 'why? why do you do this?' Sira stared blankly at the canine, but still had a firm pin on her. "I do this not because I want to but a way to survive. To me you are food, your flesh is what keeps me stuffed and full. But darling keep your head up your being devoured by me." What was that suppose to mean? by me. Sira was no queen-bee but for her to say something so powerful was beyond her comfort zone. She pondered what she said then closed her eyes. For a moment she felt like royalty, standing on a unworthy subject. Then a inching came back, the inch that she only felt when devouring sweet canine flesh. In a second her eye-lids flashed open and Sira's tease orbs where locked onto the flesh wound.
Sira licked her chaps then lowered her head back to the female. She mumbled something uncomprehendable, then tore at the females neck. Sira let the black silk fur slip from her jaws well letting the sweet blood drip deeper down her throat. She stared tensely at the female waiting for her to take another breath. She never did. The other canine laid dead. Another soul taken by Sira for her nasty and disgusting hobby. She stepped from the canines body. Her haunches hit the ground and soon her face was into the fresh carcass meat. After a couple bits she sat up, and lick the blood from around her muzzle. Sira's muzzle now was stained red. Sira picked the carcass up by it's neck then lifted her haunches up from the sandy floor. She started to drag her kill, she got some way, then stopped and figured she would rather stay here, hidden from other creatures that would most likely threaten to take her kill. By creatures I mean no one.
Sira let the carcass head fall from her jaws. Landing on the sand with a loud 'thump'. She slowly made her way into a sideways lay. Sira's head was looking towards the entrance of the cave. Watching it like something horrify was coming. Coming to kill her. Coming to devour her flesh just because it's there hobby. A bigger, stronger canine-creature then her. Someone that can easily pin her down and rip the flesh right off her bone even though she is still alive. Just what she does to her weak and helpless victims that plead for mercy. But does she show them any, not one cent. Sira felt her eye lids close. So the lioness what in a fairy tale, a world where she ruled.
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cruel; this is very true about her. Ever sense she was a little pup crawling around she was cruel. Always wanted to be before the others. In her parents and siblings eyes she was the leader pup. The one how told others what to do, similar to a playground bully. Yes that is the perfect phase to describe her as. The Playground Bully. Sira admired being one too. She was feared.
sarcastic; just a way of her to speak. It's cruel in a way she does it, she unruly honest about what she says. Some take that as an insult some take her words as advise. Some just can't tell that she is being sarcastic about her words, mostly them few canines that do, don't live much longer after that. She dislikes those that things her words are a joke. Mocking her is almost like mocking the devil.
insecure; reason way she makes her self feared. She doesn't want to lose her heart again. The was a point when he loved and wasn't insane. When the cruel part about her was only being first for everything. That changed when her heart was lost. Her dreams crushed and the insanity grew worst. When her securities become insecurities. Now she hides them, she hides everything.
cannibal; with the lost of sanity and insanity growing worst she took not eating to eating her own kind. When she is on a rage she will spring into action and tear a dog down. Not because that canine was mocking her and insulting her. Because it was there and she was hungry. Sira really doesn't know why she does it, she just likes the sweet taste of dog. It's kinda like a hobby she has, a hobby to eat others for her entertainment and hunger.
uncaring; never really did care. She will mock and insult a canine and not feel guilt or empathy. Her life sucks and wishes for others lives to suck. Reason why she is sarcastic and cruel. Them too add to her uncaring-ness. It just isn't her thing to care. Sira never really did care. She only cares about her and her feelings. Not others and there unimportant turn of events.
manipulative; what ever she wants she gets. Even if it kills her. She gets her way with words not her looks. Sira has a way with words like no other canine. Something that is horribly wrong, she can make it seem right and that what she does is not disgusting that it's only a mean to survive. Sira can even manage to force breed a brute with her sly words. She always had this ability her father is the reason why. She carries this ability, the way with words.
monstrous; she is in her eyes. Sira like to think of her self as monster. That means killing and showing the canines that call her weak, that she is to be feared at all cost. To cower when she is seen. If the dog does not cower she will start a fight. A fight that she will most likely win. After ever fight Sira will most likely eat the canine and laugh in it's face as it's last breath leaves its mouth.
thick-headed; very. She believes what she believes and not thing will change that. If she believe eating her own is right, - which it's not - she will stick with that, even if someone tries to change her view on it. That canine have mercy on it's soul. Tiring to convince her is like tiring to convince a wall to move. It just doesn't work. She also when someone is tiring to convince her to change her ways acts like a wall, she doesn't speak. In one ear out the other. Sira has a temper along with this.
lone-some; just another insecurity she has. She doesn't show that she is though. Sira doesn't show any emotion she just is a crazed soul. She feels not-thing but enjoyment of pain, blood, death, and killing. Deep inside she just wants to be loved again. But that really wouldn't come easy.. and the canines that she does befriend always being.. corrupted and don't see that she is lonely.
history:
pups years. Sira was born in summer, along with her siblings Aris and Vonax. Her sister was the opposite of her, quiet, shy and under going. Vonax did every thing by the books. Sira's brother Aris, well he was just different very out-going, a charmer. The three had complete different personalities but in a weird way they balance each other out. Eve died well giving birth, Themis there day was a leader of a very strong pack and he gave the three new born pups a mother care giver. Wasn't long till they grew up and started there trouble years as teens.
teen years. As teens they didn't separate. They where the in separable three. They did everything together. Well that was till Sira started feeling more for her brother Aris. Sira was falling in love with her brother. Little did Sira know that Aris and Vonax where about to have pups together. Vonax stole her man, her dreams of soon becoming leader of the pack. Sira was crushed by this, she no longer wanted to be near them. She started spending more time with her father Themis with was now as evil and cruel as he ever was. As the death of 2 females he loved. Sira spent three years with her father well her siblings where starting there own family. She watched as her father died, and how she was becoming more like him with his corrupted ways. Sira was over her brother, but when her father died she realized what she was feeling about him, love. She loved her father more then a father. After her fathers death she took action and killed her brother Aris. Aris laid there dead, she seen Vonax smile. Sira didn't know the turth. Vonax was forced to be with him. He forced her to. Sira looked in his eyes and took a piece of his flesh and ate it. The sweetest tasting thing she has ever had. Sira walked past her sister heading she her four pups. Sira killed them and ate them too just as she had with there father. The pups didn't even know she was there aunt. Vonax claimed to be leader and kicked Sira out for becoming a monster. Sira was fine on her own she didn't need that pack. All she need was here self.
adult years. After she left she went days on end with out eating. She wanted to taste the sweetness of canine, she searched for what seemed forever before she found her self here, in cascaro. She made a shelter and waited for a canine to venture in. She would be a stalker stalking the weaker. By the age she was four she had killed many canines, twenty-one or so. All for enjoyment. She really didn't kill them to eat there flesh like you would think. She kills and eats canine for a hobby. Killing isn't a hobby it's her entertainment. That also is how Sira got so many scars, from fighting and take the lives of so many helpless souls.
now a days. Sira still kills and dines on her own, it's still her hobby. But she doesn't do it as much as she did. She mellowed out from her rage path she was one. She doesn't live in the same shelter, she now is more of a sleep where ever kinda canine. Sira still kills, but just like her hobby it seized to entertain her. Now for her entertainment she finds ways to hurt her self. Her favorite way to hurt her self, getting in a fight with another dog. Then right before the other canine takes the last blow she runs away. It's a dirty game she loves to play with them. She also some times does to a couple times before she leaves the canine for good.
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