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 Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 4:55 pm
Introduction
I bid welcome to all who do not know me. As you can tell, just by looking at my avatar, my name is D_Trucido. However, you like so many others may just simply call me D. Here you will find any lions that I have come to own. All of which are open for rp.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 4:56 pm
Rules
1. Do not place disrespectful text within this thread.
2. Do not ask to breed for the sake of having "sexy" cubs. My lions will procreate only with those who are their mates.
3. No means no. Do not pester me about something. It will not change my mind, only annoy me.
4. Do not give your opinion unless it is asked for.
5. Do not ask to make a suggestion about the past of one of my pets. The answer is and always will be no. I have it that way for a reason.
6. Do not ask me to conform to your way of thinking. It won't happen.
7. If you'd like for there to be a little drama between my lion and yours, then PM me about it. Do not just act it out because you will be ignored.
8. If you'd like to have a little twist in a relationship between my lion and yours, PM me and the owner of the lion who is mated to mine and we will give you our answer at a later time.
9. I reserve the right to add, delete or edit any of the rules as I see fit.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 4:57 pm
Quote/Mood of The Day
Mood: Bored
"But I don't like french toast...it's french."
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 4:58 pm
Updates July 08 8:54pm- Transfer of journal from old guild to new complete. July 07 10:35pm- Gave Journal a title.
10th- Added the profile of Grunn and Atrum.
9th- Set up journal.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 4:59 pm
Bio: Here I sit against the rough bark of a tree, shaded by it's canopy with no clue on what I should do. My only option is to sit here and brood over all that I have been through. Brood over what I used to be, the very toy that children idolised and cherish. Brood over what I am now, what I have become. Yes it is true that before I did not breath, talk, eat or move but I was still alive in a sense. I could see all that went on around me. I could hear the news of each passing day. I could think...no...ponder of what exactly the world was and what it was slowly amounting to. I could learn and learn I did. I learned right from wrong, the differant between good and bad. I learned of happiness, sorrow, anger, and pain...yet I have yet to experiance any of them save for one. The one that I had experianced was happiness and it all started the day a little girl got her father to purchace me from the store.
"I want that one..."
A sweet angelic voice had stirred me from my slumber of sorts. The thick fog within my vision cleared as I had been lifted from the shelf and placed within small chubby arms. Then a face came into my view. Chubby freckled colored cheeks that carried a sun kissed peach hue to them, a cute button nose, grassy green eyes and to frame the pretty face was curley fiery red hair. She had pulled me closer to her little body, althought still big compared to myself, and mumbled into the top of my head of how much she'd love and care for me. I don't know what it was, if it was her words, or the soft white and green poke-a-dotted dress that she wore that made me feel so warm. Yet at that moment I knew that I was no longer alone. I knew that I had a companion and that the fuzzy feeling I had in the pit of my cotton filled belly was nothing more than happiness.
The first few weeks of being in her care were eventful and to say the least enjoyable. She took me everywhere she went. Nap time, bath time, lunch time and even to school. Though she hated to leave me behind in her little cubby. When at home I was there to comfort her when the night brought her fear, when a wound brought pain to her small frame and when sorrow filled her eyes with tears. I took part in her tea parties and even served as her pet. Yet...as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. She grew tired of me. Tired of the fact that I could not move, speak, eat or really play with her. She grew tired of being imaginative with me.
"I don't want him anymore. He's not real. I wanna real bunny daddy."
He had tried to calm her and explaine that she was too young for a real rabbit but the girl just wouldn't listen. Instead she threw me at his feet and stomped her little ones onto the floor. She screamed at the top of her lungs and would hold her breath until she turned blue, so her father gave up. He took hold of my ears and scooped me up only to take put me in his brief case and close it. Thats all that I was able to remember. I was surrounded by a black fog yet at times I'd feel these sensations. Then my vision would return only to fade out once more.
"..t's....aking up. C...ll...n the Professor..."
The voice seemed so far away at first, but I knew that it was so close. Slowly my vision returned and everything seemed green in color and there were bubbles floating around me. I turned my head to look...yes turned and the shock alone made me tense. Never before had I been able to move my limbs around without assistance so it made no sense to me as to why I could do so now. When I though it was alright to move again, the green substance I was floating in was slowly draining through the floor and I was sinking lower and lower until I was sitting, fur soaked....fur!? I had reall fur and the knoweledge of haveing it freaked me out. I went to run but immediatly came to a hault when I caught my reflection in the thin sheet of class of the container I was in.
Green fur...red eyes, a fluffy tail, long ears and and odd body. Not small but it wasn't big either. In fact it wasn't my body, it wasn't the body of a rabbit...of a grunny. No it was more feline and man did it feel cold. To see bigger being dressed in white coats and faces shaded because of the bright light of the room was a frightening this to be had but all of that was just the begining. After drying me off, I was placed on a cold slab of metal and an arrow moved back and forth for a few minutes before finally settling on one spot. One of the human jotted something down on a thin white peice of material, then another scooped me up, hooked me up to weir wide wiring and placed me on a moveing ground. It started off with a low speed and I was moveing in a slow crawl, but gradually it speed up causing me to go up to a trot to a full out run.
Even then they recorded my movements and at times would smile. Other times they'd frown but not to the point where I felt I did something wrong. Then the pain...when I first felt pain was when I was pocked with a stick of some kind and was shocked. It had hurt so much that I couldn't help but jump from the shock of it. When the stick came near again, I moved from it ways and ran about my cage just so it wouldn't happen again. The human who was doing it seemed pleased because he ended up going away along with the hurt stick. Then there were the feeding times. They'd give me differant foods but not to sustaine me. It was simply to see how I'd react to whatever natural chemicals were within the food and how I'd react to chemicals they put in them.
Often times I gaged and regurgitated the food I took in. Other times I was well and was able to keep my food down. Then there were times where I couldn't bring myself to move without adding to the horrific pain. This was what it felt like to be alive...atleast this was how I saw it. Some days passed and I was left alone but kept within a cage with some sort of fabric placed over it so that I could not see what went on around me. Then I saw them...those green eyes that had captivated me the fatefull day and my ears met with that horrid scream i had heard the day she said she didn't want me anymore.
"It's ugly! Kill it!!"
Kill me? Why? I had done nothing wrong, nothing at all but give all of my undying love and attention to a brat that grew tired of me. Thankfully they ushered her out of the room and soon after I felt something sharp p***k me from behind. I blacked out before I could turn to see what the cause had been. When I came to, I found myself outside in a grassy field. Tracks of some kind were headed away from me and it was then that I knew I had been abandoned...left behind to survive on my own. But how could I possibly do that when I didn't have the knowledge to do that?
The sun is setting now, slowly but surely and the sky is growing darker. The air is becomming colder and I can't seem to keep myself from shivering. Hate...that is what I feel right now. Towards that girl and towards those people. Why couldn't they just leave me as I was?
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 5:02 pm
Acquired: PL Ann. RP Event 07
Bio: Atrum's insanity wasn't spawned by any particular event at any point in time. It was a steady progression, consuming him as time passed.
He came into power in a pride. More than likely because he fell in love with one of the lionesses within the pride. How he disposed of the previous king left many of the pride's members leery of him, but the lioness herself was completely (somewhat blindly) in love with him. As he became more unstable, more lionesses began to leave the pride. One of the lionesses,
the best friend of Atrum's mate (Wistaria) tried to convince her to leave with her. Even when the lioness refused, Atrum (whom overheard) convinced her to lure Wistaria into a trap that should have rightfully killed her. (Fortunately she made it out by the skin of her teeth.)
Then as time went on, the lioness bore him a child -- a single daughter. Unfortunately, his mind had rotted away enough by that point that he began spontaneously lashing, even at them. After unintentionally provoking an attack on her mother, Galatea stopped talking for fear of causing her (or anyone else) any more harm, and began steadily withdrawing into herself. (Which, unknown to her, just about broke her mother's heart on top of everything else.)
His mate never once stopped loving him, although she did regret sending her friend to her 'doom', among other things. In probably one of the smartest things she could have done, she secretly chased Galatea from the pride. Galatea went on to find a new home in Le Roi de Sorrow, along with a new name (Fae). She never forgot her family, but likewise, never found out that her mother died some short time later at the paws of Atrum.
There is one minor incident, though, that has his name attached. Basically, he encountered a lioness of a more secluded pride, forced himself onto her, and badly wounded her mate when he came to her defense. Her mate was Blackjack (who remains half-blinded by the incident, although it's hidden by the mask he wears), and she died giving birth to the child Atrum had forced on her (Jericho).
When he was done there, he continued on his delusioned wanderings and of course yet another fell victims to his claws. Unfortunatly that victim was a young cub.
Everything was nothing more than a blinding haze. Sounds were amplified ten fold as were smells and it only added to his chaotic delirium. The crickets chirping their songs of the night, the grass bending to the wind...it was all nothing more than the normal thing. Yet to his ears...to his ears they were voices condemning him. The stars in the black velvet of the sky were the eyes of heaven that bore witness to his heinous acts. The blood that had been caked on his paws and around his maw had dried up some hours ago but the smell of it still greeted his nose and it would forever remained logged within his memory. As would their looks of terror and despair. As would their screams of agony and their pleads for mercy. How he had even managed to care for them was beyond them but he was so relieved to have let the arms of insanity take him into its dark cold embrace.
To roam is my calling...but why exactly? Why am I to be a...
He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a stir in the grasses some two feet ahead. His ears perked, glazed over eyes narrowed and a cheshire grin with malicious intent took form on his features. He took a slow pace to his unknown prize. To run would mean to end his fun all too quickly. No, this was to last. To be cherished. Finally after but a few moments that felt like eons to him, he was upon his prize to discover that it was a cub. The poor thing, lost and alone, confused and cold. The little one's fear radiated off of him and it drove the killer into a frenzy. The urge to spill the cubs’ blood and play with its carcass was growing strong and ever so quickly yet he remained still as stone just staring. He hadn't been noticed yet.
Why do I wait...why do I not strike her down now. Spill her crimson essence and indulge in the taste and sent of it. Strike...strike now and have your fun. Do it now! Do it n....
She was looking at him with big, bright brown eyes. It was then that he knew why he hadn't struck. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes. The scent of it hadn't been enough. To see it was what he truly wanted. To see it shine so brightly within her innocents, to watch her tremble as cold and confusion took her into its embrace. To watch her contemplate if this deranged looking male would and could help her in her time of need.
"Mr....I can't find my mama. Will you help me?"
Lowering himself to the ground, he moved closer until their noses were just inches from touching and then he snapped. He clamps his large maw around her neck and roughly snatched her up from the ground, tossing her over his shoulder, but he didn't stop there. No. Where was the fun in that? He ran back towards the badly wounded cub that struggled to breathe and move only to rake his claws along her backside. She tried to scream, but the blood that was collecting in her throat made her screams into pained gurgles.
Seeing her in such a pathetic state made his blood boil and so he took hold of the cubs’ tail and began running. Dragging her across random rocks and making sure she hit and thorn bushes or trees that passed his way. Her pained gurgles were like music to his ears but they had come to a stop and so he stopped. Releasing her tail from his mouth he now looked at her form. She was completely limp. She didn't move or even breathe. His toy had broken. Oh well...he'd find another soon enough. So he simply walked over the cub and kept on his way.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 5:50 pm
Acquired: Fall Festival 07, Breeding raffle.
Bio: Bathory is the daughter of Lilith, Manticore and Atrum. As a cub she was a very independent little female. She wasn't easily discouraged either. When growing bored of those around her, she wandered from the protection of her mothers and ventured the lands alone. There had been many times that she nearly lost her life but that didn't bother her in the slightest. In fact she appreciated the harships. It molded her into a cold cut lioness that she asspired to be. A lioness that her deranged father could truely be proud of.
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