' ' Hell's Forgotten Angel ; ; Open

[' ' Retribution ; ;]

' ' R e g i n a D i n R e t r i b u t i o n; ;

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' ' You gave up the fight
You left me behind
All that's done's forgiven
You'll always be mine
I know deep inside
All that's done's forgiven ; ;

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' ' I don't truly know myself anymore. I am slowly fading away from what I used to be. Funny, sometimes I even forget my name. The shadows are closing in, threatening to take my soul, and I can do nothing to stop it. How the gods hate me, slowly taking away everything and everyone I cared about. Letting me live in a world that has shunned me, where I have never know what the world love means. Where joy, happiness, and beauty are foreign, and pain is all I know. The gods have turned their back on me, a little pup who has never seen acceptance by those, whose very parents rejected me. I am the femmora whose best friend turned on me because of love, who was abandoned by a brute in the fear of wolven's. I have been captured, taken as a slave, and pitied for what I am. This life of mine is nothing to be pleased of, a life that has no true meaning. I wish to fit in, to belong like so many other's, but it is forever a dream. I am cursed it seems, to spend my life in agony and pain. I will never be anything but a failure, and now I know this. At the age of meager IV I have finally figured out that this world has no need of me. Yet, I survive to leave a mark on these lands, to show them that a forgotten soul is not a defeated one. I am Regina din Retribution.

' ' Now today, I lay beside a rotten barrel of hay, my orbs not truely seeing anything. My small crown was lifted high, delicate auds pricked as I listened to the world around me. Orbs, framed by lashes, stared ahead as in a daze, glazed with no true emotion. Their color was the purest of ivory white, no pupil. My jowls were closed, black lips pilled down over long ivories. My neck was arched slightly, connecting to a small chest, lean torso, and plume that curled around my form. My pillars were stretched out before me, for I was laying down. Each was thin, muscled things with dainty paws, and white daggers. I had markings, a half mask, and celtic marking, but I favored my scars. One upon my maw, and others upon my pelt. There was also a golden collar and chain, because I was nothing but a slave. I was a beautiful lupine to some, but really if you got to know me, you would not like me anymore. I am a bitch, a whore, and someone to never trust. Fear me, hate me, cause I can take it. I wear a mask of indifference, because I have been hurt to many times to care anymore. Wound me, but I won't flinch because torture is nothing knew. Just know I will get revenger, cause I am a monster.

' ' I stared ahead, but really was not processing what I was seeing. The air was tight around me, the wind a bitter coldness that seeped into my flesh. It was early moring, seven o' clock to mortals. I had been this way all night, not noticing anything around me, and ignoring the lupines who came forth to me. Droplets of mist clung to my pelt, and I shivered every now and then. I was leaner then usual, having not eaten the food these lupines have brought me. My latest meal lay not ten feet before me, but I hardly cast it a look. I was a motionless being, a slave who had nothing to say anymore, no true life in me because why should I live? I wasn't worth anything, not even a pile of shit. I had that told to me so many times, that I knew it by heart. No one should care about me, but these wolvens showed some time of compassion, and it confused me. I was a monster. Did they not see the burning darkness in my orbs, the acid biting of my lyrics? The scars upon my pelt? How I have been rejected by everyone I know? They seemed to actually care about me, and this was somehting new. Why oh why did they care? I was a worthless bastard.

' ' Finally, I turned my crown and blinked. I stared dazedly down at my paws, wondering what I was doing here. Oh, wait I was a slave of the Saint's, and my new post was here. See, with all the starving of myself, my mind was sluggish, and I slept most of times. Sometimes, like now, I just stared and didn't reply to even the loudest of sounds. Huh, something must be wrong with me I thought wearly, smiling a small smile to myself. I shook my pelt, getting to my paws, and swaying slightly. Damn I thought, trying to regain sense of my thoughts, how to move my pillars, and how to be. A hiss escaped my lips as I tried to move forth, and landed on my side with a thud. I stared dazily into the sky, and let a moan escape my jowls. This is what I get for not eating my lyrics were scratchy, because it had been so long since I had talked. My thoat was parched, and I looked around for water, but found nothing. Eh, it would be hard to bring me water, wouldn't it? Alas, no slave could get luxury, espicially not me.

' ' My muscles twinged as I got to my paws, ribs hurting from the fall. My blurry gaze scanned the area, searching for another creature. I saw no lupine and no scouring creatures. Good, I hated making a fool of muself infront of a audience to truly show them I was nothing. My jowls parted as I yawned, for it had been awhile since I slept. Heh, staying up all night was slowly frying my brain cells....if I had any in the first place. Muttering, I moved a few inches foward, and the sound of a rattling chain distracted me. I turned, glancing back, and noticed my chain connected to a pole. My auds flicked forth as a sad smile played upon my maw. I guess they didn't trust me, and had to make sure I staid in one place. Eh, wasn't like I could get anywhere now, weak as I was. All my energy gone without food, I refused to eat, and my thirst burning at me. Damn, I really wish I had water.

' ' Feeling total despair, I lay down again and placed my crown on my paws. Oh where oh where can my captors be? I sang, my lyrics beautiful, because I could sing, just didn't like to. Well, in front of other lupines that is. If only mom and dad could see me now. They would laugh their asses off I thought wearly, my orbs already closing. I needed a nap, but in truth, did not trust these lupines. So my orbs fluttered opened again as I stared into the abyss of this world. Would my captors come soon? For once, I hoped they would because the loniless wass eating away at me, and I needed a companion to remind me of who I was. Truly, I was pathetic but don't hold it against me.

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Thoughts are but my internal love affair[/color]
Voices, Voices, but which one is mine?
My forever sad story written for you[/size]

Words;; 1200+
Muse;; Perfect
Mood;; Unknown truely
Lyrics;; Forgiven - Within Temtation
Status;; Open
Notes;; Eh, have fun?

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[zeppelin]

Otis
Word count » 392
Muse » kick ass
Status » to Retribution!
Details » im pumped >:C get ready

Weak. To be assigned a job so low to be taking care of the slaves. Pigeon feed. " Is this really what I've been reduced to? " Otis thought. Damn it to high hell. Rolling in from the east, some ominous thing approached. Grey and as bleak as the devil's heart itself. A low grumble seemed to shake the skyline to the very core. Thunder. By the look of it, a thunderstorm was approaching, a big one at that. Tearing through the country field, a flash of pale red maneuvered gracefully around barrels of rotten hay. Limber this creature was, a obvious wolf of the neighborhood Saint Pack. Eyelids drooped, sleep like some kind of temping lust at his irises. But his long legs continued to scape the grasses, if he went back home to bed he'd clearly hear a earful. The useless mutt went by the name of Regina Ri- something like that. Otis's belly ached with hunger to even care. Why she hadn't come back was not only a nonsense, but dangerous. Sitting in a field during a lightning storm, suicide.

Reaching the final lap, Otis streaked on. A soft glow, like that of a rabbit, grew in the distance. Obviously the slave. Before he had left camp though, his fellow peer's warned, "AYE, you be careful out their Otis. I be hearin that bitch got a bad reputation. A way wit the males, you hear?

[/b]" The red coated wolf could hear the lead guard now, that stupid accent clawed a home into his skull line. Slowing down to a stead pace, it seemed the female, or femmora, hadn't seen him yet. No need to alarm her, scaring her off was the worst possible scenario. The brute held his head high, showing dominance with clearly he didn't give a flying fuck. The first cold air nipped sharply at his chest like death, time was limited.
Taking in a snout full of cool air, he spoke, " Hey, slave. You were to report back to camp after hunting duties were over. Where is your keeper, and why haven't you made it back?"
Those reports meant shit to him. This bitch, with a probably stomach full of lies were just like the others. Without a signal clear thought of their own. A chilled look painted his muzzle, almost as cold as the winter air itself.

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[' ' Retribution ; ;]

' ' R e g i n a D i n R e t r i b u t i o n; ;

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' ' You gave up the fight
You left me behind
All that's done's forgiven
You'll always be mine
I know deep inside
All that's done's forgiven ; ;

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' ' I glanced up as the sound of falling footsteps drew my attention from my own little world. I frowned slightly, wondering what the hell was coming my way, but in truth it would be better then standing alone, sitting aloe actually, with no one to speak to, with no one to help you remember who you were. My auds flicked forth, orbs closing slightly as I hid their pupiless gaze form view, my jowls closed tightly as I waited for this beast to come. Would he be a total ass who didn't give a shit about me? or a good brute who would fall at my paws, all good and shit, but would just get in my way. I truly hoped it was the former, but with my luck it would be a goody two shoes. I sighed a I waited, my muscles tense beneath my pelt, but I seemed relaxed on the outside, seeming almost asleep, but I wasn't. Heh, I was good at lieing, so if the brute made the mistake of thinking I was a sleep, well he was a idiot....When the sound of pawsteps came closer, and the sound of a panting breath filled my auds, a smile curved my lips. Yet when the brute spoke did I chuckle softly and glance up, meeting his gaze with my weird pure white orbs, no pupil.

"Hey, slave. You were to report back to camp after hunting duties were over. Where is your keeper, and why haven't you made it back?"

' ' I growled softly in my throat, and I stood up, shaking my pelt, trying to keep my balance. I turned to gaze at the brute, quirking my brow and looking him over. Figuers, the world was nice to me and gave me a hard ass I though, before flicking my bored gaze away and to the sky. It really was going to pour. Sighing in defeat, I shook my crown, the chain dangling and would draw his pathetic orbs to the pole I was tied to. Tilting my crown I said Been tied here all day, even when I should have been reporting back. Guess my master got tired of my lyrics and fucked up self, or maybe couldn't resist my charms, and to get away from me, tied my little slut self here I replied, shrugging and turning to move away from him, and sit beside the pole. I glanced at the pole, noting that it was taller then my own two feet Couldn't get it off if I wanted to, I am only two feet tall, which is sad because I would have ran if I could. I muttered, hating that little fact. It was not good on my moral status to be small.

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Thoughts are but my internal love affair[/color]
Voices, Voices, but which one is mine?
My forever sad story written for you[/size]

Words;; Dont know
Muse;; Ok
Mood;; Agitated
Lyrics;; Forgiven - Within Temtation
Status;; Zeppelin as Otis
Notes;; Not really

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[zeppelin]

Otis
word count » CAN'T COUNT RIGHT NOW GTG |:
muse » still strong
status » Retribution!
details » ahh, can you smell love? xD

Otis stood stone still against the bitter wind. With each passing moment, the gusts seem to blow stronger, harder from the east. A bitter growl came from the bottom of the females throat. " FUCKING GREAT " he thought, " I have no time for dicking around. " The clatter of chains turned his attention to the pole. Whoever was her master had clearly left her out here to die. A report that must be reported to the alpha.

" Couldn't get it off if I wanted to, I am only two feet tall, which is sad because I would have ran if I could. " she replied curtly. The female had a attitude, and clearly has been around longer then himself, judging by scars. Otis didn't care, he had guts strong as bile itself. By the way she moved, some seduction that was a common site in camp, he's seen so many times before. The red brute had no time for feelings, he had become A-sexual for several months now. Making him stronger, he thought.

Biting his tongue, he quickly made his way to the chained pole. The twist and turns proved to be a struggle, whoever left her here clearly didn't want her back. Grabbing the steel shine in his jaws, Otis leaped up and removed it from the small pole. A simple task on longer legs then the female. Raindrops poured steadily from the sky now, the stars let down their tears. The red didn't drop the chain, but speak-ed clearly with a mouthful of silver. " Come on. Though you'd make a good snack for a nomad, i can't leave you here. Too much of a job to waste I guess " he replied, with a slight eye roll. Regina wasn't joking when she spoke about herself, she had been the smallest wolf he's seen yet. There was clearly a good foot between heads of the couple.

[' ' Retribution ; ;]

I flicked my gaze to the brute then away. I hated that I was so small, so delicate but that was the way my blood flowed and I had to deal with it. Sighing under my breath, I sat upon my haunches, watching the brute stare at me. It was not in lust, thankfully, but in a way that made mr think something was wrong with my appearence. I wanted to bare my ivories, but instead met his gaze with my own, wanitng him to stumble back in disgust as these orbs that seemed to stare in his soul. Many had cursed me, saying that I was a demonic bitch whore who should stay the fuck away from them. I really could not put it against them, though those words hurt. I would always be a outcast among the canines, and wondered if he would shun my like everyone else. Would he too leave me here to die? Put my out of my worthless misery?

When the brute came forth and freed me, I sighed softly. Guess I would live to see another sunset and sunrise. Well, I glanced up at the darkening sky and the cold winds. Maybe I would not survive I thought, shifting slightly as the cold wind bit into my pelt. I glanced at the brute as he tugged at my chains, and spoke to me and it caused shock to go through me. Really, other then the few lyrics, I would have thought he would ignore me, or keep cursing my parents for fucking me into existance...guess I was not so lucky. Come on. Though you'd make a good snack for a nomad, i can't leave you here. Too much of a job to waste I guess I grumbled under my breath, wondering why the hell I lived anymore. My gaze met his own, a flash of emotion bleeding through before it disappeared. He didn't have to get to know my hellish self.

Glancing away, I said softly Thank you.....even if maybe you didn't want to get stuck with my sorry ass I shrugged, glancing to the sky as rain pelted down upon my figure. I parted my jowls, letting the cool water sate the dry cotton feeling between my lips. I shivered as the rain soaked through, getting to my form, and the icy wind bit into me. See, not eating was so not helping my body keep warm. Clenching my jowls and keeping all complaints within me, I began to trot forth at a steady pace, hoping the brute would not mind I was setting the pace. I could run and all, but with his pillars, he would out run my small figure, and the chain would choke me. If it happened...I didn't blame the guy.

Flicking him a cool gaze, I said You can pick up the pace if you wish, or abandon me to this weather. I really am not worth anyones time My lyrics were cool, but with a edged with bitter rejection and betrayel. I glanced away, muttering why I had to say such a thing. He wouldn't care. No one ever did.

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Thoughts are but my internal love affair[/color]
Voices, Voices, but which one is mine?
My forever sad story written for you[/size]

Words;; Dont know
Muse;; Ok
Mood;; Too many to say
Lyrics;; Forgiven - Within Temtation
Status;; Otis - Zeppelin
Notes;; Eh, sorry took so long

[zeppelin]

"I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control. I want a perfect body,
i want a perfect soul. I want you to notice,
when I'm not around. Your so very special,
i wish i was special"

The female stood, shaking. The rain was clearly getting to her, for once he noticed how the pour from the sky was picking up. And when she picked up pace in front of him, he didn't mind to stay a few paces in back of her. The mental stability was questionable with her. He didn't want some maddened bitch snap and take a chance with his throat. But something deep down told him it was going to be find, some gut feelings that he didn't get often. While the storm in the horizon grew more and more with every minute it seemed, Otis wasn't too worried. The rain would surely drown out the hay fields, and if they didn't hurry, they would go along with it.

For the most part, the journey was quiet, but when they reached the ever nearing edges of the field he sunk glances at the white wolf. He hadn't remembered ever seeing her in the pack before, or at least he thought. There was alot of them. It was surprising how fast their pack had grown since the evacuation. With closer observation, she was shorter then he thought. Her fur a inverted silhouettes against the dark, damp grasses. Expression bitter, Otis wondered what was running through her head. He didn't really care, but couldn't help but wondering. She wasn't like other bitches, constantly rubbing their female mess on him. Bothering with their constant whining of weather, prey, waste and nonsense. She was different, he could clearly tell.
It was either her succubus ways or Otis was clearly interested.
In the waining light, between flashes of bright electricity in the heavens, the red males eyes flashed golden in her direction.

"But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am i doing here? I don't belong here. Ohhh, ohh.
She's running out again, She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

words > i don't have timeeee.
muse > returning.
puppet > Otis
details > sorry it took so long for me xD