Post by riceball on Dec 9, 2010 23:56:30 GMT -6
N I G H T M A R E ;
[/color]• age:
Four ;
• gender:
Female ;
• breed:
Aureus ;
• power:
Metal/Gemstone ;
• appearance:
Beauty has never been something that Nightmare possessed. Her looks have always been rough, suited more for the life of a wolf than that of eye candy. But then again, Nighty has always been a big girl. Her build is large, sturdy, one that can take a beating and still fight back. Her pelt is a very steely shade of grey, a black stripe runs down her forehead and muzzle. A darker grey fades around her legs and around her fluffy tail. Black markings dapple her even grey coat, the markings take the form of faint smoky wisps. Her coat length is medium and has a fluffy undercoat and a coarse outer coat. Her paws are large, even for her size. Yet she can walk with a certain amount of grace. If she feels the need to, or usually when she doesn’t realize she is.
Three small black horns grow on her head. Two one-inch spikes grow between her ears, and in the center one half-inch spike sparkles with a teal hue. Threadlike white lines spiral down her horns. Nighty’s eyes are the only beautiful thing about her. A bright, swirling mixture of Aquamarine and Teal. Eyes that she was told could steal a soul away, or keep another captive.
• personality:
Nightmare is something of a paradox. She acts masculine, tough, and uncaring. She picks fights a lot, and constantly tries to find ways to annoy those that rule over her. Nighty doesn’t do well with authority. She’s extremely aggressive and frequently goes on killing sprees. Squirrels, chipmunks, rabbits. Small game. Her whole mood swings depend on just who she is with. If she’s with a female (which she prefers) then she is very gentle, if not a little stiff. If she’s with a male then…things could get very very ugly. She holds an intense hate for males in her heart. And is always unforgiving towards them. No matter if they are kind to her, she would rather chew off her own paw than thank them for anything.
She can be easily summed up in a few words, hateful, bitter, wounded, tough. And on rare occasions, loving and tender.
• history:
Nightmares past is what has shaped the current her. She has had much history. So at the beginning is where we should start.
She was born into a fairly small pack, to a very average mother and father. They weren’t the alphas but it might have just been as well, they held great sway within the pack. Nightmare grew well with her two brothers and sister. The whole litter was healthy, and so her puphood passed rather quickly. When she was a young adult a stranger joined her family’s pack. He was readily welcomed, and Nighty and him soon fell in ‘love’. If she had known that he would twist her into something so gnarled and hateful she might have stayed away from him. But that was an impossibility. Nightmare followed him everywhere, she obeyed his command. Then one day he simply disappeared, the same day she found out her sister was missing as well. At first she despaired, refusing food and water and simply wanting to die. Then her mother came to her one day and told her simply. “He isn’t worth it if you want to live like this. Let him go, focus on the anger he makes you feel and move on.”
Perhaps if her mother hadn’t said that Nighty would’ve simply stopped breathing. Instead she slowly started to grow angrier and angrier. How could her sister run off with her love?! How could he leave her like that?! So Nightmare left her birth pack in the name of revenge, hate filling her heart instead of love. She came upon the land of Moladion. That is where she met Phobia. At first she believed him a fellow female, but it was all for naught. He was a male, and she hated him. Yet he seemed to show some feeling for her, and out of the conversation came a beloved litter of pups. Paper, Pastel and Paranoia. They gave her life meaning, no longer did she seek to kill her past lover and traitorous sister. She let the memory of them slip from her mind and instead she focused on her happy family. Phobia included. He soon consumed her, though she vowed never to love another ever again.
It was then that fate once again dealt her a cruel blow. The land of Moladion was swept away in a flood, turning its lush land into that of water. Nighty was washed away from her darling children and from her love, Phobia. She came to on a river bank far from Moladion, it is from there that she now travels to this land of Shatterglass. Searching for the broken shards of her past, perhaps for her once lover and sister, more so for her pups and Phobia. She searches again for the warmth of happiness she felt. Wondering if such a thing is possible for her.
• sample post:
Everything is gone. There is no Phobia, there is no Paper, Pastel or Paranoia. There is only her, Nightmare, her and her new strange appearance. She first noticed them when she washed ashore, and now she is sure that she has changed. For better or worse she doesn’t know. Now they have grown, these strange horns on her head. She bears them with dignity though, not thinking herself ugly as others might. She does not realize they make her look all the more fierce. Her coat has taken on a strange new pattern, the color more even. As if her fur had the rippling of smoke printed onto it. She shakes herself dry, water droplets flying in all directions. Her breath comes slowly before she scents the air again. Still there is no sign of her beloved ones. Her chest hurts, as if a hole has been ripped into it.
Her lips have lifted into a snarl, some kind of creature has upon her. It looks more cat than wolf, yet the scent is unmistakable. There are more of them though, they slowly stalk from the grass. Small pups with them, though Nighty would call them Kittens. They circle Nightmare for a moment before letting her pass. What kind of inhabitants does this land hold? What strange creatures it does support. With a huffy cough Nightmare prepares for her journey. It settles around her heart, grasping it in an iron hold. She will find her children. The only thing that she lives for. It would only make it better if she found Phobia. He was a part of her happiness, a part of the warmth that she misses. The flood took so much from her, and now she must find it again. Wearily she moves on, her limbs tired from trying to keep her afloat.
But she is determined, such a small thing shall not deter her. She will overcome this weakness, she will find her family. She will tell Phobia what she has meant to tell him. What she whispers to him in his sleep. “I love you, with all of my heart. Mien Liebe.” Her eyes narrow as she climbs over a boulder, her ears perked and alert. If only tears didn’t roll down her cheeks. If only she didn’t feel quite so hollow.
• ooc/other:
Rice Ball / Sorry for the crappy joining post DX
You're like a knife to my heart;
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