my immortal -open-

[EUPHORIA]

I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days, and days turned to weeks. With every moment time was slipping away and for a while there, it felt like time would go by so fast, she'd blink and miss her whole life. Now, it seemed time was taking forever. It was agonizing. She just wanted to hurry up and get older so she could wither away and die. That's all life was for, no? To simply take up space, be stupid, and with every breath you release, you die. Why did people enjoy life so much? Why did they think life was so beautiful? What part of life is beautiful? Well, if you lived the wretched life she did; you'd understand completely why life is nothing but a bother. Why you'd be excited to die. That's what we were all waiting for. We fought for our death, basically.

It was black out, the only thing keeping this world from becoming completely dark was the moonlight. The moon was so far up but it light a whole entire continent. Now that amazed her, honestly. She sat on her haunches, her pink tongue lolled out of her mouth standing out like a sore thumb against her white pelt. She was rather small, she would be, and she was the runt after all. Her size and beauty meant nothing though - she was just a sick and corrupted girl and sadly, she's only three.

Jolene experienced her first months of living in hell. She knew exactly what hell was like - he r life could honestly not be better. She was born to be tortured, to have her heart beaten, to have her mind stolen. Her innocence was taken at a young age, her sacred body violated by the one she called daddy. The one she called mommy wasn't her real mommy - she didn't even have siblings. Biologically, yes, but her step-siblings all passed at birth. Her mother hated everything about her, since the day she was born. Why? No one knew, not even Jolene. All she knew was that her adoptive mother took care of her as best as she could. That's all she could do, right? After all, she wasn't alpha or anything.

and if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave 'cause your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone ...

Lids fell shut, it was dark and it had been a long day for her. Exhausted, she laid on her side to get some rest. Licking her lips, she opened her eyes once more to get the beautiful moonlight picture settled in her mind. Once capturing the image, she let herself inhale deeply to relax herself before exhaling once again.

Moments into her sleep, she was waken from her horrid memories of her past. The beatings, the rape, the hate she received as a pup. How that male stayed dominant, no one knew. How that female could stay alpha was a damn embarrassment to the pack. They were corrupted and they stole her childhood. She cried and cried but it was like her voice came to no use. She had no voice. She was simply a pup who was there to be poked fun at.

The deep voice of her father grunting, telling her to shut the fuck up, telling her she wasn't anything but trash to him. The day he told her about her biological mother hating her was one of the worst days of her life. That was the day he nearly killed her and decided while he was at it, would rape her. That was the day she could never forget.

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there's just too much that time cannot erase...

Opening her eyes, she sat up, shaking her body. It was no use; she might as well have insomnia. This was the same for every night. She would try to sleep and not long into her sleep would she hear his voice, feel his touch, smell his breath, and see his face. It was a nightmare that she had to relive every day. Every fucking day. It ate her, inside out. Though she eventually did get revenge upon her parents; those sick fucks who continued to lead a pack, she wasn't satisfied. No, the taste of their blood, the sight of their dead body - nothing was enough to satisfy to pain she felt deep inside her. She wanted them to suffer, she wanted them to know how much she was hurt, how much she hated them. Though killing them might have got her message across, it still wasn't enough.

Jolene was not friendly to others; she couldn't handle others telling her what to do. She couldn't get talked shit to and she could only take so much. Though she only found a few wolves in the past that she actually considered her friends, she eventually got tired of them and left. That was basically her life. She got annoyed with those around her, couldn't handle what pack life was really like, and would leave. Lately, however, Jolene began to feel more aches and pains - more suicidal thoughts, more of everything. She was tired of being a loner but was tired of others not trying to understand her. Yes, she is a selfish greedy bitch, but who wouldn't be? No one wanted to take time out to put themselves in her situation.

Standing up, she shook the blades of grass from her white pelt. She looked around her, taking a good look at her surroundings. The headstones were eerie but beautiful; the light from the moon hit perfectly. The light, gentle breeze swept through making the trees shiver and her coat dance along with. Walking from stone to stone, she felt the grief and sorrow all around her. It wrapped her like a blanket and though it was, at first, an uncomfortable feeling, she soon began to enjoy it. The thought of her parents feeling this way made her smirk. Yes, this was what she wanted. Licking her chops, she lunged forth at one of the headstones and knocked it over. If only these feelings that surrounded her were from her parents; would this night be perfect.

Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind. Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams, your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.

puppet; jolene
for; the saints
word count; 1008 without lyrics
lyrics; my immortal, evanescence
extra; i'm not happy with this post, honestly, i feel like it was all over or i repeated myself xD i'm getting the feel for jolene, still, so my first couple posts might seem blah. sorry, hope you can work with it.

[zeppelin]

OTIS
ooc; sorry its short):

All is black. It's how it all started and how it'll end. What better way to spend it among the forgotten? In the shadows of the mausoleum rested a animal, a wolf. Silhouetted, only the black outline of his coat shown in the dark. It had been hour's since he'd moved a muscle, or at least it seemed. Even longer, had Otis been watching a stray wolf rest among the dead. She seemed disturbed, by herself or her surroundings. Otis couldn't tell. But strangely, this odd behavior interested him. Greatly

When she had knocked down a headstone, then he realized she was clearly upset. This female had been apart of him, his family. He knew from her appearance. No wolf in their right mind would roam saint lands in nomadic nature. Yet for as long as she's been here,have they once not stricken up conversation. Crawling from his hiding place, slowly, he lurked the cement walls, watching.
"Now what do you suppose they did to you?" Otis asked, starring expressionless at the white female. He waited patiently for a reply.

[BRUTALITY]

doviculus

[/size][/color]The wolf's ears swiveled and turned on their hinges, picking up faint sounds of others. A small grimace shot across his dark features. Normally, Doviculus wasn't the social type and tended to avoid others at all costs. For some reason though, these noises seemed to peak his interest. His lip twitched in annoyance towards this urge to investigate. Letting out a deep sigh he lowered his head, the wolf's neck in a straight accordance to his back and shoulders, as he turned astray from his current path and followed that of the direction he had first heard the curious sounds. He pivoted around on the dirt and cement-covered trail and padded along casually, in his set direction, until he reached the entrance towards the graveyard. His pale yellow eyes gleamed a bit with interest. Why would these other canines choose this place as a meeting location? A slight smirk transcended upon his black furred maw.

Treading in casually, he spied two other wolves, wild candids like himself. His tense muscles relaxed slightly as he stopped his approach. He would keep his distance, for now.

The male was unsure that he had even met either of these two characters. It was possible he had seen them around the pack lands before, that is, assuming they were members of the saints pack. Why wouldn't they be? No wolf in his right mind would wander into these pack lands should he have chosen the life of a nomad, or an outcast for that matter. His faded, amber eyes followed the movements of the white canine, a she-wolf. Lunging at one of the stones that jutted from the earth, she attacked it, for no reason other than for self approval from Doviculus' sight. A small smirk crossed over him, perhaps she was mentally unstable and would be fun to toy with for awhile.

His gaze turned towards the other wolf as he spoke. The sudden voice sent a quick shiver up the dark male's spine. He retreated, out of pure instinct, behind one of the nearby headstones. "Now what do you suppose they did to you?"[/i] the other black male asked in a somewhat sarcastic sounding tone of voice.

Growling from his own stupidity, Doviculus made himself apparent among the three, revealing himself from his hiding spot behind the upright headstone laid by humans many years ago. The darkness did well to hide his form although the lighter tint - a side effect of standing in moonlight - reflected from his coat as he stood in the open. A diabolical grin plastered itself across his facial features as he released a low, menacing laugh as he trudged towards them, his paws touching lightly upon the cold ground below him. His gaze darted between the two of them as he made his approach. Reaching a fair enough distance he stopped and sat down sturdily in the frozen grasses and snow. His head cocked towards the right in a peculiar fashion.

His gaze grew dull and uninterested as he turned his face to the side, looking upon the glorious moon that hung itself within the darkness of the nighttime sky. "What an interesting question," he began, gazing into the sky as if speaking directly towards it instead of his company. He turned his face back towards the two of them, keeping his glances shifting back and forth, "But then," he continued curiously, "what could a stone tablet like that do to a canine?"

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Muse :: Wonderful
Word Count :: 577
Puppet :: Doviculus
Other :: First post I've ever made as a wolf![/size]

[EUPHORIA]

Sitting in the dark I can't forget, even now I realize the time I'll never get...

It was all in her head, was it not? The faces... the voices... this was all just a horrible memory right? Couldn't it be more faint? Couldn't she just close her eyes and forget about it? No, life wasn't so easy. It was a sickening thought of the horrible things her own father did to her, but it was so rewarding to taste his blood in her mouth. To let the blood soak into her lips, body, and pelt. Her white pelt, on that glorious morning, was nothing but crimson. And it all started something like this...

It was a hot, sunny day. A day she could not pass up to go out for a walk. To take time by herself, to gather her thoughts. It started like any other day, until the haunting memories of her sick father passed through her mind. She sat on top of the hill, looking down and into the valley. This was where she grew up, and on this same hill, was where she came when she felt alone. Scared. Violated. This hill brought back the feeling of sorrow and anger. Sitting there, she could faintly see the individual wolves who still roamed these parts. Even after the truth was revealed.

Taking her time to ease down the hill, she took in all the scents around her. The smell of the tulip, the sound of the grass shuffling, the whispers from the winds. Everything was so peaceful; she could feel the grass shriveling up and dying beneath her paws. She only imagined the path she left behind her; dead, rotten, burnt. Her feelings of anger, fury, agony, and more simply filled her to no end. She could not keep it in any longer and she just had to let it out. Let loose. To show them what she was made of.

Another story of the bitter pills of fate. I can't go back again, I can't go back again...

Jolene lowered her head to the ground, taking in the scents of the wolves who resided here. Some brought back memories from when she was only a pup; meaning, they stuck around even after they knew what her father did to her. Others, new. Some, pups. A variety of scents entered through her nostrils and down her nasal passages and into her mind. Vivid images of that day entered and locked; her mind stuck in a state of fury.

"Jolene?" a faint voice was heard from afar before heads started popping up. She could see the one she called 'father' and the one who others called 'master' rise to his feet. Hairs standing on the back of his neck, he let his teeth show and let out a warning growl. "Isn't it nice to see my face again, father?" A smirk came across Jolene's face. "Oh, how I've died to see your dark face again..." she let out a faint laugh before her mother stopping her from getting any closer. "Jolene, you must leave, now." She growled, head and tail high; showing her dominance. "Well, well, well... isn't it the bitch who was suppose to raise me. Stand down."

Within a matter of seconds, the two females lunged at each other; almost simultaneously. Teeth barred, paws grabbing a hold of each other, snaps and demonic growls let loose. This was time to let her wrath that has built up over the years loose. Grabbing a hold of the female's neck, sinking her teeth into her damn mother's skin, feeling the blood pour into her mouth - nothing could taste so better. With a smile on her face, she threw her mother aside. Yes, she was small - but never judge her size against her strength. Licking her lips, she laughed. "The older, the weaker, I suppose." That triggered her mother to plow at her again, throwing Jolene onto her side. It was only seconds later when Jolene got up to slice her teeth across her face. Everything was a blur and she basically blacked out in the middle of her fight; moments later, she saw herself standing over the dead figures of two canines. Her biological parents.

But you asked me to love you and I did; traded my emotions for a contract to commit & when I got away I only got so far... the other me is dead...

That joy was soon over. Opening her eyes, Jolene found herself standing on top of a headstone that she had just knocked over. Within moments, the arrival of a male came. Quickly turning to face him, she rolled her eyes. "What the hell do you want?" she hissed, her blood pumping quickly through her veins due to the excitement of the kill made a year or so ago.

Licking her lips, she stepped off the headstone and closer to the first male who came. She watched him, watched the twitch of his whiskers and the movement of his fur. Moments later, a figure came out of the darkness; a black male wolf. His outline was only detectable due to the moonlight that was ever-so kind to shed us light. He mocked the first male and even worse, questioned her once again. The same question. "I know what I could do to you with this headstone..." she spoke between clamped jaws.

I hear his voice inside my head. We were never alive and we wont be born again. But I'll never survive with dead memories in my heart...

puppet; jolene
for; the saints
word count; 834 without lyrics
lyrics; dead memories, slipknot
extra; --

You told me to love you and I did; tied my soul into a knot and got me to submit. So when I got away, I only kept my scars; the other me is gone - now I don't know where I belong...

[zeppelin]

Otis
word count » 215
muse » kick ass
status » open
details » go right ahead(:

Red fur shined crimson in the now growing moonlight. Taking another step from his hiding place, the brute's coat was set ablaze. Eye's shown a calm abyss, clearly this bitch's words had no effect on the strong of mind. The muscles on his face portrayed cool and relaxed, obviously the female was in distress, " Too much time among this doom and gloom I suppose, " Otis thought. " Now, now, now, " started the male, " A head full of lies? A belly full of ice? Can drive a wolf crazy you know. Now I know your not that much of a bitch now Jolene. " Even though it wasn't in his nature, a smirk grin appeared on his muzzle. Everyone was exactly the same in his eyes. He will handle this like Otis did the other mindless idiots in his pack.

They were not alone. " Doviculus... " Otis whispered, like poison poured in a pup's water. Though he had nothing against him, the male thought for sure he'd have the female all to himself. A mind ripe for the picking. Turning his attention now to the new comer, he wasted no time in replying. " Doviculus, what brings you around these parts, friend? " he asked, in a business like tone of voice.