Cyanide Krysis;

[cyanide]

Cyanide Krysis.

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I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain




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NAME; Cyanide Krysis

pronunciation; -[sahy-uh-nahyd]
nickname;None
meaning; A type of lethal |Poison
origin; Unknown, not given by parents.

GENDER; Female
AGE; 4
BIRTH SEASON; |Winter
SPECIES; Timber wolf
PACK PREFERENCE; ILAHLARI
RANK; Hunter

FUR COLOR; white
EYE COLOR; Amber
BODY BUILD; Lanky, built more for endurance/running.
UNUSUAL MARKINGS; Sadly, none.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;

The girl might be considered plain in the eyes of some, but plain can still have the most extravagant beauty. Her body is lithe, and processes a pure white coat. Her fur is thick, but well groomed. Her face falls into a gentle arch, producing a long mouth and snout. Her body is aimed more for running distances, but she can fight if needed. Her eyes have a amber hue to them; they are gentle and aimless. Her nose is in the shape of a heart, and is a solid black. For any other details, see picture.

AFFILIATION; dark.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION; She's quite the fancy for the testosterone male.

LIKES!;

• Flirting; It's particularly enjoyable.
  
• Proving herself; She takes pack ranks very seriously, and is pretty much loyal to the bone.
  
• Being control of conversation; Her way with words, and her enlarged ego makes her enjoy being the one to control where a conversation might go.
  

DISLIKES!;

• Wolves who can't back there shit up; She's feisty, and won't take orders from someone who she thinks is weaker than herself.
  
• Love; It's an not an enjoyable feeling, and unsatisfying. She prefers to have her fun, but will never commit.
  
• The voices; They call to her. Her insanity; her lust. It drives her crazy sometimes, but she doesn't tell anyone.
  

PERSONALITY!;

What can you say about the girl? She bounds on the point of insanity; captured in it's plight. She isn't exactly the nicest, or polite wolf about; in fact she could probably be the opposite. Stand-offish, temperamental and generally unpleasant. She stands her ground around anyone; and is specifically stand offish around other females. She is calculated to the point that, she will think out every action before it is set into motion.

The only thing she is properly trained in, is persuasion and seduction. That was all she knew at a young age, to get food, shelter etc. Her tongue has a gentle way of releasing words without true feeling. Nothing she says in this manner can really be taken with a grain of salt.

HISTORY!;

`MOTHER: Kyotic
`FATHER: Xan
`SIBLINGS: Vatican

`MATE: None
`PUPS: None

This shaped me, and baby it broke me too.
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Ever since she could remember, they were always screaming. They were never too far from her, she could imagine there tantalizing breathe dancing on perked ears. She could imagine the eyes, hollow and black, boring onto the back of her neck. But there was a time of beautiful silence, quiet within the confides of her brain. It was peaceful, lovely, and untainted. That's what she was, tainted. When she was young, she had a much merrier life, carefree and happy with her parents. But there was war; and with war comes casualties. Many, many casualties. Her parents protected her greatly, risking themselves time and time again to save there beloved child. They split the only two surviving children, she went with her mother while Vatican went with her father.

One day, her mother hid her carefully in a bush, and told her to wait three days. If she hadn't returned, leave and find food. She loved her mother much more than even a regular pup would. She idolized her, and listened to every soft word she spoke. A day passed, and she could feel the hunger in her belly, but it could easily be ignored for her mother. It was the second day that she became morose, scared, and starved. Would she come back? Her mind wandered.

By the third day, she decided to wait until the moon was out, and than escape through the canopy of darkness. Right when the moon had replaced the sun, she stepped out. Only to be pushed back into her hiding spot by whom; her mother! Oh joyous she was, she sniffed in her mothers sweet, familiar scent and nuzzled her fur. She had a fake, weak grin on her face, tired and clearly in pain. She could not understand, and she cried as she told him, she was dying. She didn't leave, she couldn't. She was frozen, and for days she stood beside the carcass of her mothers body.

She herself was weak, dying from hunger. Emaciated and frail. The question had been on her mind for a couple days now. Could she muster the courage, surpass the pain, to eat her very own mother? She needed the nutrients, the sustenance to live on. So, that is what she did. Something that day changed forever in her, a craving and lust for her own kinds blood, and the voices. They crept into him invisibly, they were not real figures, they were not exact voices-- they were her lust.

THEME SONG(S)!;

• "Sexy silk", BY Jessie J.
  
• "Skinhead girl warrior", BY Volxsturm.
  

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MEMBER NAME; Mew

RP EXAMPLE;

His restraint had snapped and that was all it took;

His body ached;whined. The voices called him-- Exploding and torturing his fragile mind. He wanted it, oh how he wanted it, sweet and beautiful, delicate and tender. Something to overcome the numbness that had unconsciously built. But like a criminal he ran; legs roaring to action as his body erupted through the trees. He was fleeing; fleeing from himself. A battle not easily won-- but he could try; oh how he could try. They screamed, and how easy it would be for him to collapse into them, allow the pain to make him delirious, but he could scream back at them. his lips twisted into a grin, he could just... submit; but no, Vatican was never one to do such things. The taint would grow and plead inside him; but somehow he held on to his sanity.

His eyes, in fact held no showing of his interior turmoil; they were placid, emotionless. He could create a whole different persona on the outside; his body quivered in delight. He could deceive, so easy, so easy they screamed. His body tugged forward, gaining speed in what seemed like a whirlwind of scraggly fur. His mind would race in confusion; but his paws knew where to go. Through the black meadow, through the beautiful darkness. His body could move; oh how it could weave. Not being enormous he could dance through the woods, boasting a twisted grin and determined eyes.
Your not a judge, but if your gonna judge me, sentence me to another life.

If he didn't move; it would catch up to him-- but he became hesitant; slower. He lacked the stamina-- as did every wolf, to run for so long, and so fast. He ended up finally coming to a halt, flinging crude ground filth in his paws wake. His breathe was heavy, and he felt himself crawl into a sit without much thought. He allowed the silence to soothe him; closing his eyes softly. Breathe now, and he could think, and he could know; and hell, he could most definitely hate. Hate what? Himself mostly, the way he craved such things, although he could never fully sate it; never tame it. He gritted his teeth. Calm yourself, now.

He tried to numb himself, bring his body back to it's gentle ease, but as he was still, he felt his haunches raise unconsciously from time to time. Black fur rigid, spine tensed in false calm. He wanted nothing more than to use his voice, distressing a sickly laugh he lifted his body and wondered what to do, alone and Feisty. He wanted interaction for once, someone to help him ignore his troubles. When had he ever wanted such things before, willingly? Zero.

He thought of the possibility of howling; adding a musical note into the crisp air. But who in there right mind would want to join him in his hell? Another scared lonely wolf, such as himself. And than he realized; he had admitted it. It was fear that had drove him here alone, fear of what he might do.
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