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Posted on February 28, 2015 at 05:01:47 PM by CARNAGE
here kitty, kitty come and tighten the leash ,
How 'bout a little discipline for the violent beast?
They call me Carnage, and for good reason. I have stalked and hunted the plane of this earth for six years and every single second of it I have lured and prowled as a female. My eyes are only the deceptive windows of my harlot's soul, and they reflect the ice I hold within, startling white circles my pupils, bright and highly iridescent, then, an oil-spill line of black interlaces with this white in a thin line around the outside of it. This black acts just as oil on pavement, reflecting rainbowed bends of light when struck just right. Around this marvel of coloration there is a deep, yet glacial, bright blue. This color is as lapiz lasuli, my favorite and most highly regarded of stones. If you must insist, I will continue to gloat about my marvelous self, this is not a difficult task to do. After all, is it still boasting if one can back what they say?
I am simply impeccable, a masterpiece created by the chaos itself, as if I were prized and cherished by the god of all things. I am of course, perfection incarnate. Despite being a staggering 39 inches tall and 165 pounds, I am made of supple curvature, all woman, and long legs. My chest is deep, my frame what some would call narrow, though there is a secret I am hiding in my thick, warm, silken furs. Along the curves of my frame, deep within the softness of my skin, lean and lethal muscle lies beneath the innocent seeming lines of my body. It is supple, and springy, allowing me to take off like a rocket and take down prey at least twice my size, if not greater. The perfect blend of speed, endurance, strength and resilience. Of course, you don't get this bangin' bodice by sitting around being lazy, I trained hard to get where I am. I am sure by now you are ready to hear why I think I am utter perfection rolled in a fur jacket? Well, after the hot and sensuous experience of my frame, I believe you will like this. To start, the base of my coat is a grey so soft and light that it appears almost white during the day, let's not mistake this for white, it isn't. My underbelly is a few shades darker grey, and in places like over my shoulders - a scarce bit over the ribs and hips, threaded through my neck a bit and there is also a bridge stripe in this color on my nose going up between my ears where it literally fades to black and stops, and on the base of my tail - it tips some of the hairs to create a false brindle look referred to as lacing. My front paws are booted in black, halfway up my forelegs, the hind legs are also covered in this dark matte black up to the stifle - or knee. I sport a cute little cap of black that only goes over and between my ears (this is where the medium grey strip stops) and on my face, around my eyes, there are two thin lines on the inside of either eye that traces up toward my forehead over the eyes, and down either side of the bridge of my nose. Branches off of these two lines circle the outer edge of my eyelids, making it appear as though I wear eyeliner, the top line of black traces back toward my cheek, and a small branch off of these cheek lines comes down close to the eye to rim the eye socket almost perfectly. The very tip of my tail is also dipped in about two inches of this black. I do have scars, most of them crisscrossing my muzzle and a large one on my right foreleg, the fur will never grow there again, as it is a burn. This mark was created when I first entered my order, lightning had struck a tree nearby for my ceremony, and the elder took a piece of burning wood in his mouth and slid it in a curving vertical pattern right up my foreleg to my elbow joint..
If you haven't been able to tell by now, I am quite frankly a bitch, though I am an honest and very clever one. I have a wit that could rival a tack, and I am not afraid to back words with action. If I make a promise or threat, expect me to live up to it, I hate liars and will kill if I find I have been lied to or about. I have applied myself with a willpower possessed by few to the fine art of killing, and I take pride in my skills, training daily to keep them sharp however I can. This is as much a part of my being as my sarcasm and ego, and is most of the reason I am as smart as I am. I am loyal to a fault, believing my friends and allies over their enemies any time the need calls for it, though it is a little hard for me to develop friendships. Bonds are not rewarding... Do not ever ask about where I came from or what happened back there, I will never speak of it, and you will never harvest the secrets of my past. I am here now, what does it matter where I came from?
I wonder if I even have a soul to find, yes to imprinting. The woman behind this glorious mind is Apollymi.
I am simply impeccable, a masterpiece created by the chaos itself, as if I were prized and cherished by the god of all things. I am of course, perfection incarnate. Despite being a staggering 39 inches tall and 165 pounds, I am made of supple curvature, all woman, and long legs. My chest is deep, my frame what some would call narrow, though there is a secret I am hiding in my thick, warm, silken furs. Along the curves of my frame, deep within the softness of my skin, lean and lethal muscle lies beneath the innocent seeming lines of my body. It is supple, and springy, allowing me to take off like a rocket and take down prey at least twice my size, if not greater. The perfect blend of speed, endurance, strength and resilience. Of course, you don't get this bangin' bodice by sitting around being lazy, I trained hard to get where I am. I am sure by now you are ready to hear why I think I am utter perfection rolled in a fur jacket? Well, after the hot and sensuous experience of my frame, I believe you will like this. To start, the base of my coat is a grey so soft and light that it appears almost white during the day, let's not mistake this for white, it isn't. My underbelly is a few shades darker grey, and in places like over my shoulders - a scarce bit over the ribs and hips, threaded through my neck a bit and there is also a bridge stripe in this color on my nose going up between my ears where it literally fades to black and stops, and on the base of my tail - it tips some of the hairs to create a false brindle look referred to as lacing. My front paws are booted in black, halfway up my forelegs, the hind legs are also covered in this dark matte black up to the stifle - or knee. I sport a cute little cap of black that only goes over and between my ears (this is where the medium grey strip stops) and on my face, around my eyes, there are two thin lines on the inside of either eye that traces up toward my forehead over the eyes, and down either side of the bridge of my nose. Branches off of these two lines circle the outer edge of my eyelids, making it appear as though I wear eyeliner, the top line of black traces back toward my cheek, and a small branch off of these cheek lines comes down close to the eye to rim the eye socket almost perfectly. The very tip of my tail is also dipped in about two inches of this black. I do have scars, most of them crisscrossing my muzzle and a large one on my right foreleg, the fur will never grow there again, as it is a burn. This mark was created when I first entered my order, lightning had struck a tree nearby for my ceremony, and the elder took a piece of burning wood in his mouth and slid it in a curving vertical pattern right up my foreleg to my elbow joint..
If you haven't been able to tell by now, I am quite frankly a bitch, though I am an honest and very clever one. I have a wit that could rival a tack, and I am not afraid to back words with action. If I make a promise or threat, expect me to live up to it, I hate liars and will kill if I find I have been lied to or about. I have applied myself with a willpower possessed by few to the fine art of killing, and I take pride in my skills, training daily to keep them sharp however I can. This is as much a part of my being as my sarcasm and ego, and is most of the reason I am as smart as I am. I am loyal to a fault, believing my friends and allies over their enemies any time the need calls for it, though it is a little hard for me to develop friendships. Bonds are not rewarding... Do not ever ask about where I came from or what happened back there, I will never speak of it, and you will never harvest the secrets of my past. I am here now, what does it matter where I came from?
I wonder if I even have a soul to find, yes to imprinting. The woman behind this glorious mind is Apollymi.
six years old; female; no: mate; no: soul; no: offspring; no: pack; 39in/165lbs ©
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