Sky, the terrible

[skytracker]

º ßasics º

Calling: Sky

Age: 4

Gender: bitch

Species/Breed: Domestic Dog/ Doberman Pinscher

º I §ee you £ooking at me º

Pelt/Hair color and length: breed standard black with brown points, short

Eye color: deep brown

Build (height, weight, overall structure): 26 inches at the shoulder, 140 lbs, well bred - good proportions, heavy muscling

Detailed Description (or picture):clicketh.

º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º

History: Sky was born as Skybelle, a name she disposed of long ago. She was the runt of the litter and force weaned at the ripe old age of 4 weeks. It would have significantly hurt her health if not for the steriods and growth hormones she was given. Afterall, can't let the new prized fighter have any problems! She was raised in a way that made sure she was never anything elss than the absolute best her owners could make her. The two-legs trained her for black-market fighting before she was even a year old, and was winning most of her fights by the age of 2.

If she wasn't fighting, eating, making dirt, training, or being 'shown-off', she was locked in a dogrun. She cannot remember a time when she was happy amung two-legs. She never socialized, unless it was the verbal jabs right before a death match. The only time she interacted with others of her kind were if she was supposed to be bent on killing them. Finally, a while back, she caught wind of Erida, a bitch much like herself that was hell bent on eradicating the human race. Sky was all for it. The doberman attacked one of her handlers and found Erida less than a week later, happy to join the ranks of the banished and abused.

Personality:Sky can almost be considered viscious. Or at least, any two-leg will call her such. The saying "her bark is worse than her bite" does not apply. Sky is very quick to take a chunk out of an offender's ear and ask questions later. Generally, the bitch will take a very direct aproach to a conversation, but she is the poster child for the bi-polar disorder. One minute, she could be a happy-go-lucky kind of dog, and a moment later, she's trying to rip out the throat of whoever just pissed her off.

Speaking of which, that's probably the easiest thing in the world to do. Sky is usually angry anyway, so it doesn't take much to push her over the edge. However! She is huge on personal honor. Unless provoked in a propper way, she will not start a fight. She also finds it very hard to lie, cheat, steal, or turn traitor. This alone is the only part of her personality that never changes. Well, and her weakness. Sky cannot turn her back on someone that needs help (unless it's a two-leg). She was that way once herself...

º †here's No Place £ike Home º

Parents: deceased
Siblings: she doesn't think any are alive
Other Family: none
Friends: anyone who's allegiance lies with Metnal
Group: Metnal
Rank: she's very ambitious, so she'll want beta female, but Warrior

º Prove ¥ourself º

Where did you find us? pbs
If found in an ad please state who sent you: Erida
RPG Sample: As soon as his name left her lips, the mare regretted it. A new demeaner came over him. One that screamed that he could kill her. One glance into his eyes let the mare know exactly what was in store for her. Time seemed to slow down, the scenery melted away. Suddenly, it was just over half a year ago. She could hear the anguished screams as man and horse fell in agony around her. To her right, she watched a spear go straight though the skull of a stallion who had lost his helm. The smell of salt and iron filled her nostrils.

A painful jab to her rib cage let her know that her rider wanted her to move forward, and quickly. Without hesitation, front daggers sliced the air and she was moving again. The former brood mare tried to stare straight ahead. An arrow passed just by her face. Amazingly, the man astride her back kept control as Xochhi tried desperately not to shy. Then, out of the smoke and carnage before her, a stallion appeared. He was bigger than she, and a deep red. The mare couldn't stop to think if it was his blood or another's. His eyes chilled her to the bone. Erebus Calibarr came at her, rider in tow. Xochhi's own soldier spurred her forward...

...and he was on her. Her eyes lost their glazed look as she was forced back to the present by his body wait crushing against her frame. Without taking a moment to think, her crown lowered almost to the ground as she stumbled backward. She couldn't turn, couldn't run. In the back of her mind, that little buzzer went off telling her she was in danger. Of course I'm in danger! Then she realized she was moving toward the river. Hindquarters scrambled to get her going another direction. She never ceased backing away from the Warlord, and the pressure stayed upon her front.

She was barely able to detect the speed at which his flints rose to strike her. He was aiming for her face. It would break her jaw at the very least or blind her and crush her skull at the most. Time still felt as if it were slow and she almost thought she were watching the events play out as forleg stumbled, causing her to fall as his daggers rose. The raining blows came down upon her lower neck and shoulders. It hurt. Oh gods did it hurt. Now the scent of blood was real. The gashes his hooves left were going to scar. They were deep, but not life-threatening...yet.

"Shut your damn mouth, Xochhi."

She silenced herself immediately. There was no need to push any more buttons. He was still. He was still pushing against her, but not forcing her to move. For a second Xochhi pondered moving away from him. Veto: he was not telling her or making her move. To do anything he did not command would be stupid. He was going to kill her. She visibly flinched when he put his ivories so close to her face, but she would not pull away. If he was going to hurt, she had to let him. She had to show him that yes, she was terrified, but she could take what he dished out.

"I am so glad to have your damn respect Xochhi, but you apparently were never taught how to show it. If you don’t piss me off with your words you’re turning your ass to be and deliberately disobeying me. If you want me to kill you and put you out of your god damn pitiful misery before you even know whether you can foal again by my seed, then give me the command and I’ll end your life. Otherwise shut the hell up."

For a second the mare's mental train stumbled. If he was so bent on killing her, why hadn't he done it? That didn't matter yet. Xochhi blew it off. A sudden pain made her eyes unfocuss. He had just bit the shit out of the soft velvety skin of her muzzle. For the first time in several minutes, a sound escaped her maw. A sound of pain. It hurt. When her eyes refocussed, he was standing several lengths away. He had given her an order with the last line in his lyrics. The brood knew the right answer.

"Yes, my Lord."

She spoke in a defeated tone. He had one. At least, he had one this battle. The still open wounds on her whithers said that. Pain wracked her body. She did not want to piss him off again. Still, he hadn't killed her. Why? Again, she dispelled the thought.

"I know why you care about all the foaling crap Xochhi, but not whether I could ensure you a foal or if I’d kill it if you’re so disdainful of me I’ll be forced to rape you when the time comes."

The words she suspected. But the tone? He was almost soft again. Was that a temper tantrum? she thought to herself. It was not unlike what young colts did. Hell, even a few yearling colts threw tantrums like that. She frowned. This was no colt. This was a Warlord. He could kill her, but he hadn't. She had pissed him off enough, but he hadn't. It made no sense, but deep down, Xochhi realized she had something to be thankful for: life. She had just been inches from it. The wench realized something. She did not want to die. Gingerly, she lowered her dome a little further, for it had raised when he bit her muzzle. Submission clear in every movement, every sound.

"You will not have to rape me, my Lord. I am your's."

The sight of her kissing the ground he walked on came to mind. Of course, she'd never do a thing like that, but it was something the stallion might force upon a mare...at least to humiliate them, prove a point. A shudder passed through her bodice. The pain she was feeling was intense, and it was effecting her mind. She'd felt pain before. e.i. childbirth or even other wounds she'd sustained during the war, but the only time pain had ever effected her mentally was when this particular stallion inflicted it. That alone was disconcerting. She definitely had new eyes for her "master".



tags ; my favv stag.
words ; 1056 NOT including Erebus's vocalizations. =D
muse ; I HAS IT!
sounds ; the phone...the ferret...and the dog
mood ; squee.
other ; I liked this post. what you think?

[Typhoon]

Accepted and welcome XD She sounds fun <3