Post by riot on Sept 4, 2011 18:30:10 GMT -5
RIOT MARKEE
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[/center]nicknames: Ri
age: 2
breed: Border Collie
gender: Female
pack or loner?: Gang
if pack, which pack?: Lurie Garden
alias: Ashleyy
age: 17
timezone: Eastern Shore Timezone
read the rules: doggone
roleplay sample:
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I pushed my large black frame through the willow boughs that concealed my newly acquired land. At first glance, noone would ever guess that the morbid looking region would be considered a herdland. But I saw potential in it's lack of fodder or water. Lack of anything needed for life really, but it was perfection to my orangey eyes. The place would show who was strong enough and who would fail miserably here.
A strange feeling of dissapointment and self-pride welled up in my being, I came from royalty. Hell I was royalty. My every fiber screamed it, from the cockyconfident way I carried myself, to the way I spoke down on others. But now, I would have to answer to someone. As that idea rolled over in my head, I moved further into my new territory and left spots in the ground that the dry, dead grass was visable through. My mind still tumbled with the idea of being a second-in-command, I clentched my jaw, closed my orangey eyes, and shook my mane. Dislodging some of the snow that had decided that settling there would have been a good idea.
I willed myself to believe that I could handle not being the one in charge, but of course. That idea would take a little bit of time getting used too. It was my fault I walked away from my crown. My fault. For all I know, they all could have survived that fire and Hellion could be the new Alpha. My first son, a stallion just as black as myself and his heart possibly a few slight shades lighter then my own. His mother had been the Alphess, a black mare with rabicano markings on her waist. Beautiful. But all beautiful things had their faults, before dropping Hellion, she had dropped two stillborns. Both of which were fillies. Useless.
Shaking my head again, but a bit more roughly this time I continued on my path around the herdlands, removing thoughts of Kauket or any of my past from my mind. This was my present and future the only thing that mattered. Sending a cloud of hot air from my nares to the frigid air that danced around me I made my way the rest of the way around my new home. Leaving my scent whereever seemed right, claiming it and daring any other stallion to step his pathetic hooves within the border.
My pelt itched at the want to be the Alpha. But it was an inchallenable rank so I would settle with being the Beta. Some power was always better then none. I lowered my head in a nod to noone and my lips parted slightly. "This'll do." The sound of my voice stirred the air and caused it to swirl with steam around, dancing, almost as if it were welcoming me with open arms.
A strange feeling of dissapointment and self-pride welled up in my being, I came from royalty. Hell I was royalty. My every fiber screamed it, from the cockyconfident way I carried myself, to the way I spoke down on others. But now, I would have to answer to someone. As that idea rolled over in my head, I moved further into my new territory and left spots in the ground that the dry, dead grass was visable through. My mind still tumbled with the idea of being a second-in-command, I clentched my jaw, closed my orangey eyes, and shook my mane. Dislodging some of the snow that had decided that settling there would have been a good idea.
I willed myself to believe that I could handle not being the one in charge, but of course. That idea would take a little bit of time getting used too. It was my fault I walked away from my crown. My fault. For all I know, they all could have survived that fire and Hellion could be the new Alpha. My first son, a stallion just as black as myself and his heart possibly a few slight shades lighter then my own. His mother had been the Alphess, a black mare with rabicano markings on her waist. Beautiful. But all beautiful things had their faults, before dropping Hellion, she had dropped two stillborns. Both of which were fillies. Useless.
Shaking my head again, but a bit more roughly this time I continued on my path around the herdlands, removing thoughts of Kauket or any of my past from my mind. This was my present and future the only thing that mattered. Sending a cloud of hot air from my nares to the frigid air that danced around me I made my way the rest of the way around my new home. Leaving my scent whereever seemed right, claiming it and daring any other stallion to step his pathetic hooves within the border.
My pelt itched at the want to be the Alpha. But it was an inchallenable rank so I would settle with being the Beta. Some power was always better then none. I lowered my head in a nod to noone and my lips parted slightly. "This'll do." The sound of my voice stirred the air and caused it to swirl with steam around, dancing, almost as if it were welcoming me with open arms.
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When the border collie opens her maw it's as if there is no filter between her thoughts and what words tumble out of her mouth. Sarcasim and true bluntness are things to expect from the girl.
Riot can be considered extremely manipulative, when she sees something she wants? She's the kind to go after it full force and not care who she knocks down a few notches as she gets it.
Riot does have a soft side of course, as most dogs do. Riot absolutly loves puppies, seeing as how at two years old she is pretty much one herself. But she also doesn't believe that she'll ever find that one brute who'll stick by her long enough for puppies.
history: Born just outside of Chicago on a farm. She wanted to meet more dogs then just her family so she left and wound up here.
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this application was made by erin say what?! of CAUTION!. do not remove this credit.
