Post by &&lola;; on Apr 7, 2007 17:08:51 GMT
lola
&&she walks like a woman
and
talks like a man;;
&&she walks like a woman
and
talks like a man;;
what's your alias? uhmm you can call me bre. =]
how'd you find us? raod to hell. XD
additional notes. uhmm i lloovee this site. <3
your character[/u]
name. lola
age. 3 sacrifices of torture
gender. bitch
breed. boxer
appearance. you can start off by scanning over her entire frame as a whole. broad shoulders, thick chest, detailed features. a much more enhanced figurine than her parents, but not as much as to the point of her champion grandparents' physical outlook. then again, it all depends on your judgmental stability. in most eyes she comes across as a greek goddess from a certain angle. though, there is nothing royal about her appearance if you close in on her enlarged mass.
long, slender stilts give way to the pavement's seduction. they consist of multiple, sturdy muscles that never fail her massive weight. after traveling far and taking multiple, leisurely runs, the limbs have been possessed with manly strength that gives her a quite frightening presence. nonetheless, the copper flesh that cloaks over top to protect from the utter most danger holds shape to her rough bones. it is usual to find her keeping fit and so her limbs possess that in high detail.
angelic white mitts are home to dainty, sharp talons. the pads that have a constant relationship with the pavement are etched with dirt and aches. traveling non stop each day across concrete, gravel, wood, etc., it's not hard to constantly tare a layer of her pad off. it doesn't nag at her too much as to overwelm her with anger, but just enough to irritate her much so like the frets of early morning swallows. what disgust she holds for those useless creatures.
after stumbling up her mitts and limbs, you come to the main section of appeal. a broad chest is heald steadily in place by her back torso. with such a broad chest as most boxer's conceive from ancestors, it is easy for her to heave heavily enough to cool down with ease. since summer is creeping up on all the canines in rome, she has no reason to complain of the torcherous heat that glares down on her back. actually, she quite enjoys the heat mroe so than the chill since she has a pretty thin coat of copper tintage. the peltry serves her quite nicely as it is. ivory begins at the tip of her mug to travel over her tubular and over her chest.
once a long, dense tassel branched off from her tubular. due to her unheavenly breed, she was forced to risk the dainty subject. of course there had to be a reason for this nonsense right? her quess was caused by the human's want of canines' pain and torture. though, the real reason behind the docking of her tail was to prevent future injury due to a weak tail bone. now, the bit of tassel she still possesses holds no emotion and reminds her of her childhood or puppyhood, i guess you could say.
atop a thick boa rests her dome. it is quite boxy, as all boxers inherit. though, her features are much more defined and detailed than others. the heavy mug that tends to her constant hunger contains thick ivories that hold no mercy for any possible thing. smothered in an ebon mask, her chasms linger farther down from her actual jowls. brilliant almond lanterns sense almost everything in her presence from the back of her mitt to the heaven's barrier. they hold sincere, meaningful thoughts at most times of approach. many times she decides not to reveal any of her heartless emotions to another. lazy thorns drop lifelessly at the cheeks of her crania. when at any time curious or attentive, few humorous wrinkles form at the tip of her tiara, showing her current interest or appeal. if you move farther down, you can see a smudge of ivory atop her moist nares.
personality. it depends on the current scenario, whether or not she is calmed with peace or angered with temper. of course, she can contain both at separate moments in time or possibly both at once. known to possess the unusual nature, again it all ravels down to the canine secluded before her view.
you may catch the vicious side of her, which of course means you are bluntly out of luck. some may actually enjoy this hatred scorching in her auburn lanterns, those that savor her virginity. though, you may as well know that she won't bother for that nonsense. no beast shall rob her of her dignity in that way. unless of course she falls head over heals for him. but, she will let you know that that is not to ever happen in her blank future. sure, you can say she likes to play hard to get. but, that is not the true reason for her tendancy to be reluctant toward males. it is the fact that they care about nothing but their reputation. this wench cares not for reputation, but for personality. pathetic is all she can say.
when in no way threatened or insulted, she believes there is no real reason to be angered and loose the thin layer of temper laying beneath the surface of her thick flesh. including the heavenly attention of kindness and worrisome for another soul, she is usually calm and curious about the lithosphere. many distractions can catch her attention with ease, yet some don't amuse her at the least bit and so she doesn't bother wasting her time to investigate. instead, she would rather rest and ponder hard about many, various subjects. very intelligent with other canines, her thoughts are deep, and sincere with meaning. nothing can get past her eyes.
though, even one wrong touch of a bad impression and she will not tolerate that subject any longer than need be. it would have to be defined as pointless to waste her hasty energy for one that agitates her so. temper will rise and anger will boil over to leave a malicious beast to take care of the mess that was created before her. when taunted or mocked, she may take immediate action in a fearsome battle. it depends on the canine before her. never will she back down from a fight as she will mock the other when need be. baring her pearls in the utter most want to savor crimson on her mug, she doesn't mind her reputation the least bit. it really doesn't matter if it is the opposite sex or not since other wenches are bitches and brujos are only hungry for her virginity. no matter that, she will fight until she has her way in the situation. sometimes she may be too depressed and so she will allow another to beat her to the ground because of course, she is not perfect and she has some issues.
another canine or subject must have a hech of a good reason to even have a thought of bothering her. never will she take any crap from anything. pointless. it's all pointless. why waste her perfectly balanced breath to shoo a nuisance? she won't so it doesn't even matter. most of the time she is in a bad temper and she will not stand for others commanding her. she believes that she is her own life and she shall control it by her own instincts, not by some other. her mood usually exchanges, giving this hot temper many a times. so stay out of her way and you won't be on her list of victims.
coming to her lack of independence and protectiveness, she assures that her life doesn't recquire a 'home'. come to think of it, she has never really defined any shelter 'home'. it is just a word to her and none the less, not a physical destination. if she can find her own meals, fight off any unwanted guests, gain shelter in nasty weather, than why join the packs that consist of only drama? she doesn't call a pack home, no. she calls her own shelter a place to live. the sense of intelligence that she holds is enough to give her the stability and want to protect her private possessions.
history. most of her life began in the warming home along with a darling sister and two naughty brothers. being the runt of the litter wasn't the easiest at the most bit i guess you could say as her siblings always nudged her around and teased her of her petite bod. it had bothered her daily to feel her siblings hating her presence. though, she was comforted by her momma and papa who told her how special she was. they were the ones that gave her the strength to keep trying to be the best. after all the mocking, she showed them how tough she really could be. struggling up and down the stairs at a young age before her siblings, they learned that she was small with a huge ego to improve. soon enough, they began to applaud her for her accomplishments and had striven to be much like her. though, she didn't care for the attention nor her strength, she thought of being proud of herself.
it was that pride that brought her much farther into her young aging. now at an older time in age, she still possess that consistant triumph in her leap. aside from the pride, she attempted to get even better than before, completeing more challenging tasks. it was very usual to find her attempting to snatch a cookie from the lonesome counter. she always insisted on another, more risky challenge from her siblings. of course, they stood by her side on this. challenging herself was what got her amused, not the trouble and mischief many puppies found themselves in. a bit awkward, i guess.
many nights that she rested by the warmth of her family, she blinked her brilliant eyes awake to the quite muffles of her parents speaking nearby. any other's business was to her most interest. silently creeping past her knocked out siblings, she tried hard to listen in on the conversations. nestled in the corner of the box, she silently awaited for the next uproar of the familiar vocals.
after naughtily coming into their conversations, she was at the least bit joyful. momma and pappa continued speeches all night containing fragments of 'adopt' and 'sell' and 'new homes'. this was horrid information that lola bare not enhance her siblings or anyone with. finally, she got the message that her human owners had decided to sell all the puppies except for one of her brothers to new homes. without her dear parents. it would be much too hard to cope with losing her only companions. though, she liked new challenges, this was not a challenge she insisted on completing before her brother and sister.
within a few weeks, a quite eventful family of three youngens came unexpectedly. well it was unexpected to the whelps. lola was confused as they came stumbling down the stairs like they knew the exact destination that they were headed to and were not going to turn back. as they came down, all the pups scurried beneath this massive sofas from the utter most fright they heald. thorns pricked and pinned in aggrivation as the humans giggled in amusement. though, the whelps had no intention of this, they were annoyed by their scrawny voices.
something blocked her visage of them as pressure guilded and invaded her chest. without further ado, she was heaved in the air, cradled in to the chest of one of the girls. not knowing of the child's intention, she squirmed and yelped to break free from the horrid chamber. as a pup, she hadn't matured and didn't have the heart to become vicious and lash at the child's limbs. noticing the pup's want to become free, the girl set her gently down where lola was greeted by her sister and slowly, her brother. the two were yipping and tackling the children with friendly antics.
you could say it shocked the pup a bit, but she quickly turned. visage caught glimpse of the girls giggling and smiling in pure joy. thinking hard about the current situation she was caught in, she decided these people were here to snag one of the three whelps up for adoption. the people seemed to have a liking to all of them. now, she felt as if she had to prove that she was worthy of a new home and needed some new friends in order to be able to leave her beloved family behind.
slowly, but surely she straggled up to the middle daughter. stubby tassel wiggled furiously, as much as she could gain. the girl laughed and put nervous, yet soft hands around her frame to lay her in her lap. yipping a bit to show her that she was interested in the child, she truly was enjoying herself. pink, moist tongue was poised from her jowls to smother her chin in affection.
" aaawww, she's ssssooo cute mom! we have to get her! "
the words braced lola for a moment as she pondered. maybe this really was what she wanted. to have a new home and life with more humans. they seemed like the perfect ones to grow up with and play foolish games with.
" well we have to wait a few more days until she has had her vet check. "
lola heard the large man, supposedly the father, inform the child. at least she had spare time to prepare for leaving her loved ones. nibbling at one of the child's jacket string, she tugged as hard as she could to annoy the little creatures. to no avail, the girls just giggled and tugged back, ripping it harshly from her grip.
two days passed by rather quickly, or so she thought. she had pondered and waited hesitantly for the upcoming of this day. to no surprise, within moments the same family of pathetic children had found their way to the whelps' home. disgusted, she nestled her way beneath a blanket and acted as if she was hidden from the outside world, stuck in a timeless war. but just then as she was calming, soft, delicate dials nudged lola out and cradled her rear as well as chest. it was comfortable yes, as most would want to strangle the pups in one arm. though, this is not where she wanted to be at the moment. a rather peculiar object was settled around her neck, nagging at her to itch the spot. it was a collar that they had given her. this color was a significant piece of humans that lola would cherish forever, believe it or not.
once home, lola was terrified by her surroundings. everything was massive and frightening. like something off the counter would somehow find it's way over the side and shatter her into a lifeless corpse. she took unsteady, trembling steps about the interior in order to adapt to the new environment that she would be living in.
not long after, she was prancing in the large yard, playing foolish games of tag with the children. getting trained was unnecessary to her, yet she savored the petite treats that filled her tummy with ease. and so, she knew various tricks in the book at a very young age. come to think of it now, she wasn't terrified or hesitant. instead, she strived to befriend them all and show respect as well as obedience. lola loved these people to death and would never let them go. if any other family had come along, she would have been even more vicious than she is now. it all just comes to show that some canines that merely show anger and hatred really do have a soft spot for those that they feel deeply for.
one tradgic night, she was nestled under the thick, warm blankets. seduced to the oldest child's side in bed, she didn't want to move from this position since she felt so comfortable with the family. quickly awoken to agitating alarms coming from a petite system in the ceiling of the boxed room, of course as a pup, was full of curiousness. the girl jumped out of bed from fright, lola could easily sense it as she restlessly tugged at the pup's collar in anxiousness.
" lola! quick, come on we have to get out! please! come on, I don't want to leave you! "
the child cried to the pup. feeling the worrisome in the vocals, the pup heaved from the bed and ran at the girl's heels. thick smoke was inhaled as she silently choked. while the girl lowered to the floor's company, she was ever so curious. usually this was the signal that meant play. with that in mind. she pranced over and jumped about, still disgusted with the smoky smell. but, the girl yelled for lola to stop and they both got out of the house along with the rest of the family. glancing to the house, lola found large forms crackling and shaping over the house. out of instinct, she darted into the open front door in search of something, an odd something at that. that something was her beloved friend, lucky, the family's cat. Little did she know, they had the cat in their arms while standing outside. the smoke began to slow her down yet she continued searching. when she found nothing, she darted out to find that her family had left. they had been crying for lola to come out, but couldn't get their attention. so, she left without a goodbye and only the striped collar they gave her around her neck. Every now and then, she whimpers for her human family.
sample. acting all cute and innocent was in no way of retrieving feasts. it was quite pointless, for it puts others in the train of thought that you are a mere, weak, fool. constantly roaming the streets took wits and independence for sooner or later there may be no humans pampering you for your each and every desperate need. sure, it wasn't easy but it would get you much farther in life than the hassle to bribe. it couldn't just be handed to you on a silver platter, you had to work your way up to that privilege by setting time for some amusement. How else do you make life 'fun' without robbing humans of their money? surely not by pouting. why couldn't all canines fend for themselves and take pleasure in being free from an enclosed civilization like a 'house'? it would make life easier with more power over the idiotic humans.
of course, maybe this particular canine was more engaged in her thoughts than any others to be messing with their schedule. it all raveled down to your abilities and skill as well. either way, she was pleased with her way of savaging for meals. rather than stealing from other canines like herself, she got into the habit of mocking the humans instead. it was just pitiful if you had to attempt robbing from other dogs straying around you. so, she encouraged her own method to others. independence was a favored trait in her and she quite liked that nature in her. it made her...proud I guess you could say since she could accomplish tasks on her own level and strength. but, she would rather not brag about her own wondrous virtues, and instead be amused by others. it's quite ignorant, yes, she understood but why should she really give a crap about others' feelings? since when had she even thought of banishing the taunting of others? never.
today, this bitch was rather stressed and frustrated. petite shrieks of fret from nearby swallows echoed in her auduals, swiveling and harshly gripping to her thick tiara. that didn't quite make her current mood and situation any better. momentarily cursing under her breath, she stood lazily, pondering her upcoming situation. scolding others in her mind from former ordeals, she rarely thought of her hunger that heavily hung in the back of her mind. it had been a while since she actually captured a decent. significant piece of meat or any source of food. so, she was definite that she would gain that emptiness in her apex this very day. at least after she occupied her task list with a resolution to her shelter issue for some dumbfounded people had invaded her apartment complex, reassuring her they had thoughtlessly tore her beloved home to shambles. even though the days had been bringing tolerable weather problems, she was in desperate need of a stabilized, temporary place to stay at least. having her doubts was worrisome, but she continued reassuring herself into the idea.
lanterns danced upon her current scenery, defining all the substances along the way until she came to a rather familiar structure with a rather new feature behind it's mass. fixing her vision on it more so, she got a more detailed image. smirk profound her velvet-serened labrums as her tongue could no longer hold the capacity of saliva. it escaped the chamber of her ivorns, sloppily smothering her chasms to reveal her utter most delight in seeing this petite cart. remembering it's high stock value of luscious hot dog links, her desperation for food was soon fulfilled and risked at the same time. there was the possibility of snatching a link, but there was also the high risk of being chased down and tortured. with her high skill of being a street dog for nearly two summers now, she highly doubted that last scenario. after all, she did always think highly in herself, never caring to much of the negative affects that would portray to her records. many humans now wanted to capture and rob her of her freedom from her former mischief and chaos caused. looking back, it made her laugh hysterically for they had no chance in achievement.
taking preparation for her upcoming launch, mind went through the procedures various times to ensure a happy meal. large canvas heavily lowered to the rough parchment. this always helped the height and power in order to successfully tag her target, and so it was a must in her to do list. thick tassel gently wavered, a midst in the crisp air to give her the sense of balance to momentarily stand on the cart. jowls were lightly atop each other so that they could easily part and reveal her deadly ivorns. they would take no mercy upon any human flesh nor meat. it was their job being on her petite mitts in order to get her enjoyment out of thieving. talons extended from the sockets in her mitts that would take precaution for if they are too far out of reach, they could easily give her the chance to slip off the metallic cart and loose custody of her mischievous plan. lanterns firmly planted on the happy-go-lucky man, she was certainly ready for take off. smirking lightly, she dared him to take action and halt her in her tracks.
weightlessly springing into the stale oxygen flow, she took excellent aim to much of her liking. from the constant practice of survival, she was sure her canvas would clash at the exact location she had hoped to torture. the motion was so quick and furious that no one could really react fast enough to fret or take charge. in a quick attempt to get a better layout of her target, her lanterns caught glimpse of the helpless teen peering over at the last second, shrieking in utter fear. it was a convincing site to see coming straight at your defenseless corpse as her pearls were menacingly bared, taking charge after the savored meat links. you really couldn't blame the guy for sobbing and just barely making his way from the dangerous point of view behind the cart. once she landed atop it, it rattled and shook, urging her to hurry with the snatching as it prepared to collapse in a lazy heap of a mess. mug dug at the latch. nestling her jowls on the metallic service, she lashed it open. just the smell alone gave her a better reason to continue. quickly grasping a huge link of hot dogs, she hurled off the petite stand. with the large quantity of force in her hind limbs, the stand collapsed after she took an innocent step upon the pavement. thoughtfully thundering through the crowd of shrieking humans, she weaved throughout their suffocating limbs. finding adequate shelter under a park bench, she lightly fell to a leisurely lay. ivorns bared as they took immediate charge at the feast, gnawing at it, but taking the time to actually savor the moist taste. now that's what she called a professional thieve with endless thrill.
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