Post by {{ makario on Mar 3, 2009 17:44:16 GMT -5
Name: Makario
Age: Six
Gender: Masculine
Preferred Pack: East
Fur: Black
Eyes: Green
Height: 31'
Weight: 156lbs
Personality: Makario, well you just have to see him. He seems to be in a constant mood swing, swaying from the sarcastic to the simplistic and never in one for too long. He takes himself as one of the few true dark, though most wouldn’t agree. Some seem to like to comment he’s far too light to be a dark m but no..it’s merely an imaginative show for others. He likes to be underestimated. It’s quite amusing. So many things are wrong with him how can I list them all? He is, in fact, blind in the left eye. Seemingly has multiple personality disorder, has been sent to hell and back with pink fleshlings, and is sadistic in some way. Just a short list compared to what I could write about. He is an Edgar Allen Poe of sorts, seemingly normal on the out but a tortured soul none the less.
History: Much isn’t known to Makario himself, but I would be glad to give the story. The strange little masculine was born in a trio of pups, a brother and a sister, to some unfortunate pregnant dog, who had tangled with the wrong male at the wrong time. His father was of some of the most ruthless darks, his mother taken a captive from her neutral home. But on with the story, his father disposed of his whiney little sister a week short of her eyes opening and it left the blackened Makario and the snowed Ozymandias. So the two brothers grew companions in their despair of their mother though Ozy seemed to care more, which ultimately caused his demise… but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Now, it was coming upon their seventh or eighth month when the boys’ mother disappeared quite suddenly. The grey paramour had simply up and left, leaving the two children behind with their father. Makario was quite comforted by this, while Ozymandias withered away into a state of craze. It seemed that way but no, Ozy had actually become infected with something later known as rabies. He started foaming at the mouth, the hazel colored orbs clouded with doubt and despair. How terrible a fate for one so young. Finally his father disposed of him as well, but not without sustaining substantial damage. But on it went until his father too went mad, rampaging wildly and trying to destroy his last son. But he escaped fairly unscathed, and has been roving since then. That’s where a majority of his scars came from, but he eventually went mad seeing as he was alone for six undisturbed years. Oh wait. I’m forgetting one crucial element.
On his fourth year he fell into a human trap, but seeing as his senses were dulled and the promise of fresh meat was tempting. As the steel closed in around the nigrescent one he was darted and fell into an uneasy sleep. It was filled with memories and demons of his own creation until he awoke a few hours later in some sort of holding area. The floor was dirt, but it was the high fences that enclosed him were the thing that was the most despicable. They humans meant him no harm of course only wishing to study the animal further and see reactions to a change in environment, but no…Makario wasn’t a lab rat. The masculine wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink until finally without further complications he was released. Not without a souvenir though. A chip was placed rather barbarically into his left hind making it rather painful to go long distances. And so he lived without interruption until now, locking his own past far behind. Ozymandias, his mother, his father. Everything forgotten, and only I to tell the story.
Sample Post: What in the devil was he doing here? What purpose, what business did the masculine have that could ever draw him so close to such a dreary place? Perhaps it was sheer loneliness or boredom, or just his naturally inquisitive nature? Alas what did it matter anyway? So many questions that needed answers and would he give them? I should think not. The masculine padded across the grounds, limbs already protesting the movement, his acoustics flattened atop the roof of his skull. Makario was back in action, dear and that was certainly something to be happy about. But this boy was never happy anymore seeing as one thing after another had led to more turmoil than ever thought possible. Yes his life had become a living hell, the fire of overshadowing darkness licking greedily at his pelt every moment of every day until there was no end. It had almost driven him insane, but wait wasn’t he already such?
The wind ruffled the male’s coat, sending a bitter shiver down his spinal region. Blast it, this cold. It was getting colder despite the point of the sun and being placed in the shadows was not exactly a help either. Animals had started disappearing, tucked away in little hovels for the remainder of winter. It was a hard time to be a wolven, and Makario was getting on the trim side. His cranium lowered to the earth, as he sniffed like a filthy mongrel for something substantial. Oh wait, he was a filthy mongrel. But then he quickly raised it taking an incentive toward the left. He always seemed to drift more to his left; perhaps it was the darkness in that eye that caused him so. Occuli shifted across the topography as a somewhat familiar sound reached his ears. A voice? Acoustics lifted to their full potential, taking it in. Something about boredom it seemed. The masculine chuckled, as the structure of the voice seemed feminine.
“Save you? I must say that sounds like a light if I have ever heard one.” He crept closer, kissers parting to let his enamels click in his tone. Soon he could see the paramour nestled in her little makeshift pallet. Haunches lowered, neither threatened nor intrigued particularly by this one. It was more of a chance, but something struck him. “Say. Do I know you?” He questioned, a familiar sort game catching his attention.
[401 words, eh. museless day. =D)
