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|| Cursed ||
DEMENSIA
|| Bred ||
ROTTWEILER
|| Sexed ||
VIXEN
|| Aged ||
SEVEN
|| Ranked ||
STRAY
|| Lived ||
Darkness strangles her with each gasp for breath she takes. Her aura is that of the shadows...of the deep depths of the night hued shade. Her mind has twisted itself up into oblivion, finding amusement in what others could find unattractive. Blood and meat are her main dish for each night she feeds. Death and destruction are what guides her, what has yielded her. She is a spiteful bitch, always cussing and pissy. But if one was to act the same as she...perhaps wiggle inside of her brain pan, perhaps she could accept you...and only you, for she is not a social canine.
|| Personalized ||
Cussing and spitting at whomever approaches her is what she finds herself doing day in and day out. Her body language speaks that of words none have ever found. Hair upon her haunches and spine stick up, warning those who see her that she is not one to be dealt with. Demensia had never done good in society...for she did not hold care for those around her, but rather only cared for them if they would be amusing to torture. She had been booted from her old pack, for she had cussed and disrespected the lead...the very one who had sought after that quality, but rather thought it was not what a leader deserved. She had no regrets, but rather flourished on her own. In isolation, Demensia had built more muscle than others could do in a pack...for she hunted and worked alone and did not share her chores. She has grown accustomed to this isolation and it would demand a lot for one to try to subdue her enough and show her that pack life would be better...when in her mind, alone equals that of superior lifestyle.
|| Appeared ||
Ebonite hide flashes like coal in the depth of night, and gleams in the hideous time of "day". Long, yet thick limbs carry her great distances without ever faltering to bring her further, without losing step. She is thick bodied, mostly bones and muscle, built like a tank she is meant to be a warrior...and in unafraid to do so, either.
|| Sample Post || (arrival)
I have heard enough. You had been accepted long ago into the pack of Syricos...and now, you only disgrace me by not watching yourself even amongst I and my counsel. Too long have I put up with your wretched behavior. Too long have I waited for respect you should give me. Now my patience is gone for you. Though I will be losing my greatest fighter, and my darkest of bitches, you leave me no choice but to banish you from the lands of Syricos. Leave now, Demensia, or rot in the lands of the dead.
His large body sat on the boulder, like always, the twilight casting a blue tinted hue around him, illuminating him in an eery, yet mystical glow. His expression was grim, lips were curled backward in a tight frown of displeasement. She rolled her orbs, scoffing at this little speech of his. So many have said something along those lines that it was nothing new, and rather, it made her laugh. Her chest bounced as she let a silent giggle escape her. How dumb he was! She did not care of how he felt...rather, she only enjoyed making his life living Hell. Was it not what he wanted? Didn't every darq say that they hated Heaven...that they worshiped the Devil?? If they did so, why is it that they turn down anything that comes close to the putrid acts of the pits? Why is it that all the leads of other worthless rankers always want their so-called "lower ranked members" to worship them like Gods, to respect them and treat them good? Why not enjoy the acts of Hell Demensia brought upon the others? Well...if it was one thing she would learn in that little session, it was that not all darqs were "dark". They were living lies...saying and proclaiming themselves as the shadow stalkers, when really, they acted light evil lights. Well...there was only one true dark at this get together...and she was leaving.
Limbs stretched, a yawn escaping gaping jowles as she sighed then shrugged. Her dial raised up as high as she could lift it, showing that she had no remorse for the displeasment and disgrace she had caused these past few days...years, really. A side grin swooshed over her canines, the opened to allow words find the alpha disposing of her.
Well, m'dear bastard, I am so sorry that you are blind to the world around you. But I am quite fond you are taking such a risk in opening the gap for invaders...for I have endured much just to keep you fat ass safe from the clowns who think they can control me. Well...I wish you luck on your future, for I am not going to return at your side and suck up to your sh*t face like all these other hags. Good bye, my heaven humping lord.
And with that she smiled, turned and trotted off, the crowd of the pack parting to make way for her. They knew very well of the honesty of her point. They shall suffer without her help in the ongoing war between Syricos and Lidnomum. Lidnomum had the larges of warriors...mostly all brutes who had lion in their souls, wolverine pumping through their veins. But even through that, Demensia had killed most of their army...and now their main force was leaving, just the speck of black in the dirt field all that resembled she even existed.
Her gait and strides were swift, all the while she berated her ex-alpha, regretting she had even entered such a foolish land as that of Syricos. Nobody she knew had poison in their heart like she did...not enough to be fatal. No. The only thing she could ever do was believe and give them the benefit of the doubt, but now, she vowed never to do so again, for all who had a pumping muscle in their ribcage and said they held the key to the pits of Hell were liars to her now. She smirked once more before her lean legs brought her over the dusty terrain of the Syricos territory and into No Man's Land. It was where all the banished vixens and brutes had gone. It was where she would go...to pass through. No. She would not stay here, amongst idiots. Though this was where she was supposed to stay so that if the pack were to discuss it into further review and re accept her, they'd know where she would be. And this was the land without leads, right? Wrong.
Though banished and hated and said to not be for society, canines of all races always seemed to do whatever they must to create their own pack. Though this land was proclaimed as No Man's Land, Demensia discovered a hidden realm within the shadows of the trees...
Sound broke the barrier between her steps and the pulse of the forest. And it was not a single voice...but a chorus of many. Concentrated vocals...this was obviously a get together. Her rhythmic foot steps stopped so that her audits would take inventory on her surroundings. No words were articulate, but rather slurred and slipping. She smirked. One of the reasons many were banished were because of a speech impediment. Perhaps these were the ones who could not move their tongue like the "Alphas" or the ones 'meant' for society. She cocked her dial before moving closer to the party, amber pools wide and watching all the while. Her heavy mass came to a cliff, peering straight over a wide clearing of many bodies of dogs. Great danes, dobermans, bulldogs, akitas, wolves, huskies, shepards, rat terriers, jack russles...and more. They were all here. And endless amount of canines, standing right below her. Boy. If only an alpha would realize the army he could build be outcasts alone...but Syricos wouldn't, of course. Only rottweilers were accepted into the lands. What power Krishu was missing!! She scoffed again...an idiot. He was nothing more than an idiot, but possibly less than even that.
She stepped closer, listening in on their every word. Perhaps there would be something worth staying for... Auds caught only the largest brute's words...he was a breed of so many mixtures, that even one distinct look was gone. He was a class all his own, but large in size...perhaps he was much more elevated than that of a great dane...his voice roared over the top of the audience with a sense of importance that even Krishu would be jealous of. Krishu...that vanity obsessed, cocky bastard...
Members of Riksho, listen well. For many years we have awaited re acceptance of our once alphas. And now, the ones who had been banished as young ones are old with age...their alphas dead, their names forgotten, the consideration of re acceptance dismissed. And yet, we get newer, stronger members each day. Fourteen have joined us this evening...we are ready, members of Riksho. We can defeat those who have shamed us for "shaming" them. We can take the lands of those who have taken our lives...our dignity...our patience. All who are willing to fight, say aye!!!
A roar of voices rattled the trees, and for a moment, Demensia thought that the alphas of the surrounding terras would here them. But this was a thick forest...heavy with trees and sound proof walls. This was a place that the alphas mistakened, again, as a place that was not worth...just like the residents inside. Her mind twisted, worked up a lather as she debated joining this revenge fight, or move on to a destiny she was uncertain of. Perhaps drifting around here would not hurt...
Before her mind was made, she was in the crowd, in the back. The audience was great in size...and now she realized just how many there were compared to what she had seen on the cliff side. Three large dogs came around her, awe struck by her own immense posture. Already, she had grown some muscle, for she had trotted for miles now. Sweat stained her pelt, making her shine like a black pearl. Her auds went back wards immediately, fur rippled into a thick mat on her shoulders and spine. One backed off, hesitating on this femme fatal, but continued to approach her, speaking a tongue she did not know.
Speak my language, or I shall slaughter those who don't!
She stood straighter now, threat sure did earn respect a lot easier than any other tactic. Would one listen if you were wearing a chicken suit and had a squeaky voice? No. Would they listen if you wore a chicken suit, had a squeaky voice AND had a loaded gun? Yes. It is threat that is what gets the attention you want. Silence fell over the crowd, now everybody turned to face her. The vixen only stepped forward, the crowd parting for her to make way...like always. She was the dangerous one. She was the one who was 'off limits'. The 'untouchable'. She repeated herself.
Those who speak my tongue will know me as Demensia. Those who do not shall know me as bitch.
A smirk lay over her lips now. The elder who had had the big voice and big body stepped from his stump to the front of Demensia, silence was his only words as his gaze swept long and hard into her own orbs. His face was warm, yet very angry. He cast a shadow over her, could easily carry her like a pup...but he made no notion. Then the silence parted.
Welcome, Demensia-bitch to the secret pack of Riksho. You are a darq, maiden...am I correct?
She snorted, passing him to stand on his stump. He turned to watch her pass, finding her intriguing. She was obviously young, obviously darq. And it was obvious why she had been banished. No respect for the leader, he guessed.
'lo 'members of Riksho'.
She mocked, smirking as she glanced over to the large brute. His own orange pelt was bright against the grays and blacks of the crowd he swam in.
I am Demensia. I come from the lands of Syricos and have been banished now for mere hours. I have heard your plans...and I know how to execute them. Without me, you will fall.
She took upon this leader-like voice, and everybody gave her the attention that they had given the large brujo...but with less admiration in their eyes. She smiled, bobbing her dial side to side at this. She did not care that they did not love or adore her, but rather they were listening...
Lidnomum is the lands of many...the terra that has challenged my old one since my memory has began working. And since I could walk, I had fought. I had seen many perish in the line of duty...and slowly I took on a skill most others hold no knowledge of. It saw what they did to defeat...what they didn't do so that they would b defeated. And now in my age of three, I have earned the name of Demensia...Insane. For I am a crazed killer...a sniper in my land. But I have been put here because the alphess had become uncomfortable with my power, the alpha dog scared his love would leave him for a life with less competition. Well, Riksho, I was banished foolishly, for I will kill them without hesitation...I will lead your victory.
When her words echoed in a final resonance, a hush quieter than the silence before came over them. She tossed her dial, not sure if they were fond of her or not, but it was their offering. Take it or leave it. She would be gone anyways after the war if they did accept her as their warrior. And as she stepped from the stump, the large steed now standing closer to her, the dogs howled and screamed so much louder than she could have imagined. Suddenly, she was famous...
Years passed. The war of the ages was dying...and already, Demensia had led Riksho to victory several times, defeating Lidnomum and Syricos. And when the last of the terras had been taken down, she up and left. Her limbs were quick now, her muscles were large and bulky...she was heavy and no longer had a slick appearance, but a monstrous one. One that was sure to intimidate even the most brave of creatures. As she moved through the forest, her home for so long, orange grazed passed. A glint caused her to pause. A voice...the same voice she had heard the first time she had set foot in this forsaken lands called to her in the moment of hesitation.
Where are you going, xena of Riksho?
He came forward, his commanding voice was enough to bring her back to him as well. Her orbs pulsed with tears. This was the one she actually felt for. Was it love? No. She denied it the first time she had thought it...but each day, that thought did not hesitate to cross her mind. He did not mind she did not respect him, and she did not mind he did not respect her and treat her like she had been for so long. Rather, he acted like she was his equal...and really, in many ways, she was. She felt horrible for leaving the only one she would see in color, when she cast everyone else in a black and white tomb.
Richu...I...
Her voice stumbled, for she did not know what to say that would explain her leaving his side. Queen sounded nice...but even after two years, she did not get a memo on such a raise. But he was not king. There was no alpha, beta, gamma and so on. There was only members...and really, he was just a member who the others followed.
You do not find life here good? Not even after expansion...not even after you have led us to victory?
He came closer, his large body tense, each line taut. It was worry and stress that pained him. Though his expression was understanding and serene, she read him like a book. He was in pain. Suffering...
I leave because I must. I must know what is out there. I am not meant to be a member only...I am a warrior.
She sighed, looking deep into her ebony pools. Only she had the rights to stare deep inside of him, while the others would stand in shame. He was a canine of respect, though it was not what Demensia believed in, he had earned hers. She gazed deep into those murky waters, he gazed back at her. Silence claimed the twilight. If she left now, there would be hope to arrive in a new destination by morning.
You are a bird. Not meant to be caged. A warrior you are...xena of Riksho you will be mentioned in stories hundreds of years from now. Your nick-name is not bytch to me, luv, but rather, xena. I am not Richu to you, luv, but amoureux. Fly free, my luv.
He leaned forward, placing his nose into the thick of her fur, then disappeared into the woods, leaving her there to find her own way... Weeks passed. Then weeks turned into months. Then those months morphed into a year. She was a big girl. Blood coated her pelt, mud thick in her fur. Scars lined her body like patchwork as she took her sure steps onto a paved road. The night was heavy as she appraoched...and slowly, she began to find it was a place of misery...a place she had once wished for and forgotten. And now that it was here, in front of her, she smiled, taking longer, larger strides. A new place...this is what she had traveled for for so long...
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