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 Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 5:14 pm
Broken, this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces
And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't, I can't give you a reason
M i n j o n e t
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 5:27 pm
I feel so broken up
And I give up
I just want to tell you so you know
Name: Minjonet
Meaning: "petite blue flower"
Rank: Gamma
Pack: none at the moment
Personality: Stubborn, proud, independant, headstrong, determined, intelligent, detached but kind, willing to learn, picky, independant, borderline ruthless.
History: Min was born to a pair of alphas in a pack from a distant land, minutes after her twin brother Maslin - and she was never able to live it down. In her pack's culture, it was tradition to exalt the eldest cub of the alphas. Therefore, her older brother was consistently the favored of the two pups throughout their childhood. Maslin was treated like a prince beloved of the pack, but Min, if she was noticed at all, was only ever discussed in reference to her brother. Her own parents were so busy being proud of their son that they seemed not to notice they also had a daughter. She was not mistreated; simply forgotten about. This was a great injustice to the prideful and lonely Minjonet, but she not see any way to get around it. So she bottled her anger and hurt into a neat little package, buried in her heart and nurtured it as she grew. She grew bitter and hard; she wrapped herself in a hard shell to protect herself from loneliness, and convinced herself that she needed no other wolf but herself to be happy. This was furthest from the truth. She moved through her pack like a ghost: present but unseen, no matter how hard she tried to make herself noticed. She was her brother's shadow, nothing more, and for most of her life she believed herself helpless to emerge from it.
There was but one friend in her lonely life - a low ranking male, about her age, who was wiser than his rank would suggest. He was kind to her, and encouraging, but he could do nothing to change her status in the pack.
As she entered into her early adulthood, she began to realize how fruitless her day-to-day life was. Never would she be happy if she continued her ghostly existence; and so she decided, now that she could protect and hunt for herself, she would leave her pack and explore the forests on her own. Maybe even one day start a pack of her own - that would show the rest of them how wrong they'd been to ignore her worth.
(work in progress.)
Mate: none at the moment
Children: none at the moment
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 6:04 pm
I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you
You are my only, my only one
(pending)
F r i e n d s
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