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 Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 3:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 3:23 pm
The Story of Little Red riding Hood"If you live among wolves, you have to act like a wolf." Nikita Khrushchev
 White wolf with Yellow Eyes "....." My name is...... Wren (I don't have a last name) But you can call me... Wren? I get called mangy wolf a lot, too. I am obviously a... Male And I was born 18 years ago. This is my chapter.. Little Red Riding Hood This is my mirror.... The Were(wolf) This is who I am Quiet, but always observant; it's not that I'm shy about things since I'll voice things when I need to, but rather I admit that I tend to be incredibly distrustful of most people. Put me around wolves and I'm good, expressive, even; in my second form I like to tussle with my pack members and as a human I sleep in the pile. But put me in front of a regular, run of the mill human and all I see are animal killers. Human women are even worse; I think it's more to do with my mother but I'm even more wary around them then anyone else. I suppose the best way to describe my human form would be everything I'm not as a wolf; when I'm on two legs I tend to be socially akward and I hole up like a clam. I don't understand half the things humans reference since I have no desire to integrate myself into normal society and spend my time in the forest unless it's completely needed to go into town for something for my pack. As a wolf I'm different, and I feel more comfortable in my fur at all times; I know how to be a leader and make quick decisions. Confusing, I guess. Once upon a Time...Well, there's not really much to talk about, or at least, that I care to talk about. My mother was a human and my father was the alpha of his pack; he seduced my mother into giving birth to me, but as she had never known my father was a werewolf when I was born looking like some weird furry peach thing she screamed and just about fainted from the shock of it all. My father tried to assure her that nothing was wrong by finally showing her his wolf form, thinking that because they'd been married for so long she would understand. She didn't. Immediatly she went for the kitchen knives; I'd barely started crying and asking for air when my father picked me up in his mouth and ran out of the house, never coming back. He took me into the dark woods, where I was raised under the care of his wolf pack and various surrogate wolf mothers. Over time my father taught me how to utilize both sides of my genetic pool, and no sooner had I turned fifteen then he died from age. There was much debate amongst the pack before it was decided that I would be the new alpha, and it's been like that for a couple of years now.
Recently though, there have been a lot of thefts and the devouring of livestock; one of my pack members found some remains outside our forest once and ever since then the townsfolk have been blaming these crimes on us! I bet it's because they saw us nosing around the remains for a better feel of the situation since we don't venture into town much, obviously. Well, none of them will come into the forest so as long as we stay here there's nothing to worry about. We'll be safe as long as we all just stick together. I really enjoy... I don't have many hobbies, other then running, hunting and spending time with my pack. I don't usually leave the forest you see, so I'm rather unsure what humans do to keep themselves entertained.. Love it! Running or anything physical, the pack, meat (cooked is fine but it's better raw), nature, minimal contact with humans, the smell of pine and the moon. Eew, Nasty! Cats, anything sweet that hurts my digestive system, too much human contact, anything silver, most human women. Turn it up!
Stays four the Same // The ready set
Animal // Neon Trees
Magic // B.O.B ft. Rivers Cuomo
Sssh, don't tell! What, the fact that I can turn into a wolf isn't enough for you? Alright, fine; truthfully, I'm especially wary of human women; after all, it was my mother who screwed my life up first, right? We'll live happily ever After... Little Red Riding Hood Am I forgetting something...? Because I'm only part wolf, silver won't kill me; at least not instantly. Anyone's gonna die if you pump them with enough bullets, after all. My lord, god and master is Yoko_Matsubishi If you stop now, you'll never get there!  Nice day isn't it ? Life is a fairy tale, dreams are a reality... My name is...... Annabelle Sonata La'Fleur~ But you can call me... Annie, Belle, Sonata~ I am obviously a... Female! And I was born 17 years ago. This is my chapter.. Little Red Riding Hood This is my mirror.... Girl 3 This is who I am Annie has always been an optimistic girl who doesn't like to give up. You can call her stubborn, but she stays fixed to her idea (usually). Although impatient and sometimes impulsive, you'll find that she's not that hard to get along with. Annie is usually cheerful and energetic, and always there to cheer her friends on. A loyal friend, and she won't stand to see her friends get hurt. She's very curious, and a bit of a rebeller against something she doesn't believe in. Her curiosity sometimes leads to danger...or something else. However, there's a nice streak to her, that makes her a really kind person. Usually, though, you won't see that side of her. She is a hardworker, and will try to achieve everything to the best she can. Annie hates giving up. Warning: she's rather forgetful at times. Once upon a Time... Annabelle grew up in a village, and was one of those mischevious girls who abandoned her housework to go outside where the shepherds were and lay around with sheep. She liked spending time outdoors, to her mother's amused disapproval. Her father just laughed and was proud of her. At the age of thirteen, she was helping her father in the pastures and she had already learned how to ride a horse. All was good...for a while. Then, the sheep began to disappear. They would reappear at the edge of the forest, where wolves could be seen nosing the sheep. The disappearances were becoming frequent, and everyone blamed it on the wolves. Only her father stood fast to his believe that it was not the pack. However, the villagers were becoming terrified, thinking that they would be the next victims, so they began to arm themselves against wolves. Annabelle thought it was all silly, since she had never seen a single wolf in the pastues her past years. At least, not to kill. Becoming more curious, she ventured into the forest, hoping to find the source of the sheep-slaughtering. Instead, she found the wolf pack. I really enjoy... Being outside, being with her family, cooking, eating, herding sheep, horseriding, and playing violin Love it! Art (of any kind, including singing, dancing, etc.), sweets, animals, and literature (reading and writing, but she's not that good at it) Eew, Nasty! Snakes, slaughter, lies, and 'evil' people...oh, and household chores! Turn it up! Hidoori Utopia
カラフルパズルピース
Cassiopeia Sssh, don't tell! She has a fear of heights and deep water, due to the fact that she can't swim. She will go into a panic if she's thrown into a deep pool... We'll live happily ever After... The Werewolf Am I forgetting something...? Don't trust me to remember everything! My lord, god and master is Iced_Chocolatte_Coffee
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 9:20 pm
The Story of Peter PanWill I really exist in a world like this? Oh! Hello! I didn't see you there! Here is me a g a i n My name is...... Serahli Kandi Lazuli (( Sarah-lee Candy La-zu-lee )) But you can call me... Serah or Kandi! I am obviously a... Female And I was born 16 years ago. This is my chapter.. Peter Pan This is my mirror.... Girl 1 This is who I am I'm a bit of an air-headed dreamer, or so I'm told. I actually think I'm really smart, I just enjoy daydreaming all the time. Daydreaming about? The perfect him [/swoons] Hey! What's with that look?! A girl can dream can't she? [/close to tears] No, I am not moody either! Your just a big meanie! [/starts to cry] Oh dear, maybe I should replace her for now. Anyway, as you probably noticed, Serahli is really, not the brightest or sharpest crayon in the box. She is an air-headed dreamer, but strangely enough, she's at the top of her class. How did that work you ask? Well, she has photographic memory, and she used that to her advantage for catapulting herself to the top of her class. But she sort of lacks emotional stability and common sense. One moment she can be bright and smiling happily, the next she may cause a flood in your home. But after you learn what triggers what reaction, you'll be able to read her like a book. If you don't get fed up with her that is. Once upon a Time...Beautiful little me was born to two older brothers! ...Fast forwarding a bit. One enjoyed to study all the time, the younger loved to go outside and play until the sun set. So me being the wonderful little me had to take care of both of them, as in making sure the older one actually ate his meals and went out of the house to have some sort of a social life. And then wash the mud off from the younger one's clothes and sometimes bandage up his wounds when he comes crying home from a bloody accident. My parents? My father was always busy with some sort of work he calls "business" and my beautiful dear mother... liked to party all the time. So it was always the three of us and the cat, which I named Duke Baron. Why? Cause both the names Duke and Baron sounded very cool, and Baron Duke didn't sound as good as Duke Baron! Hey! No laughing! My kitty's a sweetheart! [/close to tears again] I really enjoy... Reading, sewing, knitting; I make my own clothes sometimes! Playing the Piano! Daydreaming about the one and only Love it! Piano music, when her clothes come out "perfectly" (in her opinion). Eew, Nasty! People who don't understand her and tease her, dirty clothing... Oh, she tends to call people or things she doesn't like "big meanies" Turn it up! Bad Apple! Sssh, don't tell! She is deathly scared of large canines. She's known to get claustrophobic, but she strangely enough, loves heights. We'll live happily ever After... Fairy Prince Am I forgetting something...? Yes, she is forgetful, that's part of the definition for an "air-headed person," right? My lord, god and master is ll Yuna-Chan ll
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