Post by Sphuul on Jul 5, 2013 0:37:41 GMT -5
AVALON
"So sick of wasting all my time
How in gods name did I survive?
I need a little sympathy,
To sore my insecurities..
Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos,
I set my expectations high,
So nothing ever comes out right.."
How in gods name did I survive?
I need a little sympathy,
To sore my insecurities..
Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos,
I set my expectations high,
So nothing ever comes out right.."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Avalon
NICKNAME(S): AV
PRONUNCIATION: Ahv-ah-lohn, and her nickname is pronounced as seperate letters.
POSITION: Sklavin
taste the sky,
AGE: 4 years
GENDER: Female
BREED: Maned Wolf
HEIGHT: 38 inches.
APPEARANCE: A rusty red pelt covers most of this female's tall frame, covered only by the black and white markings that set the scene for an average Maned Wolf. Most of her height is leg, and her legs are strong and muscled, allowing an immense amount of speed and strength all in one package. Her broad yet dainty chest is black, narrowing the higher you look until white takes its place along her neck and chin. Avalon's long, thin muzzle is dipped in ebony, branching out to cover her dark brown eyes. The fur inside her large ears is white, the rest the same, rich rust color of her body. Her mane starts out at the base of her ears, branching out along her back in black spikes of fur, ending at the lower curve of her back.
As the color flows to her tail, it fades gently, leaving most of it a white and red color unique to her. Her tail is held on by a dainty butt that curves down to her thin legs. Her stomach is rusty and curved, more muscle than fat along her entire body. Avalon is a masterpiece, created by the gods themselves for this godforsaken land.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Avalon's past would have broken many other wolves beyond repair, made them still and cold, as the corpses of her inbred pups had been. But Avalon took her past and beat herself with it, making herself stronger with each harsh word, with each beating. Avalon was able to bear the wounds, and the words slid off her back like water. The pain morphed into anger, and she would have nasty fits, raged beyond control, and whatever was within her range would be attacked, torn to shreds, until her blood began to cool.
Avalon became cold and callous, but she still has the ability to love. She hurts inside for what happened to her, but you could never tell by looking at her. She will become whatever she needs to be to survive, no matter the consequences. She could be respectful, act her part as well as any other wolf in her position. Avalon's fiery attitude sometimes gets in the way of that, as she cannot control her mouth when she is in one of her moods. This was the only outlet she has found so far, and she is quite content with this being the only way to calm herself. Violence had always been a part of her life, and she embraced it as an old friend. It was calm, it was comforting, and it was a part of her.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Labernum
MOTHER: Freiah
SIBLINGS: More than can be named.
HISTORY: Avalon grew up in a clan of many maned wolves. Her mother was only one of her fathers mates, giving her at least ten siblings and four other mothers. As she was the largest out of all her female siblings, one would expect her to receive the best meals and the most attention. How wrong that thought was. She was treated like trailer trash, used much as a slave as she grew up. She was used to normal beatings and harsh treatment, and was never phased by any of it. Avalon also grew up to be the most beautiful of her siblings, which stirred quite a bit of rivalry as well.
It wasn't long until her slave duties morphed into something different. She was fought over by her brothers, who were too stupid to understand how wrong breeding with a sibling would be. Avalon had no choice, however, and was bred by the biggest and dumbest brute in the clan. Avalon had never been lucky, and she was not lucky in this either. She carried his young, giving birth to them while the entire clan mocked her, spitting on her and caring less for how things turned out. As she had expected, the slight inbreeding that had occured had mutated them, and many didn't survive. The ones that did survive were lame, or deaf, and she was exiled for creating such monstrosities. They broke her and beat her, and left her for dead soon after the pups were weaned. Avalon was soon found by guards, and they placed her at the Auktion Rock to be sold as a sklavin.
The rest of Avalon's history remains unknown to everyone but the Fates, and she will be their puppet to continue the story.