Listening to-
; Dragula - by Rob Zombie.
the matrix soundtrack.

yeah. you can press esc to stop the music. it's purty annoying if you can't stand loud and awkward music. o3o -gigglesnort-

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His legs shook tremendously whilst he stood; eyes narrow and shoulder blades piercing the atmosphere as a wild look profited dominance over those once aesthetic brown eyes. Those light brown and rather large paws outstretched forward; each toe spreading out as both pressed against the ground with such amazing force. He breathed – squeaky noises almost pitiable when he inhaled. With a kick and a chuckle the large male was on the ground – eyes drawn shut and body quivering while a a few others circled around him. They snapped their jaws in his direction as they kicked and bit the helpless young adult. "Get up!" once looming silhouette barked; its pearly grin the only thing truly evident about its umbrageous self. Kievue – the one on the ground was rolled to his back, but with a violent press to the chest he scrambled to all shaky fours once again... Eyes weary as he tripped over his self. The others still chuckled, still grinned – shouting and cursing at Kievue who found himself subconsciously departing ever so tenuously. Sure, he was large for his age, but oddly enough these couple of males still found their way into his mind... scaring him.

Look – please.. I-" he was cut off by a head bunt to the stomach, air being robbed from his very lungs again as his large frame was coerced to the cold autumns soil. The moon still hung over him, taunting him... Telling him that night was not even close to coming to its end. It was always like this – those three boys – Census, Darsey and Marion. They'd tease him to no end while the elders were awake, and as they slumbered they'd preform much other, violent maneuvers. It was because they had the thought upon mind he was weak, and useless; as opposed to what they believe they were. ~No such whelp should be the next in line for Beta of Keaon. This is bull. It should be I.~ Census said to his /groupies/ once as Kievue planted himself into small corner between two large rocks, casting their haunting shadows over his own body as if to shield him. It didn't work.

Please, shmease." Marion croaked, his rather repulsive vocal tone and made up word /shmease/ sending Kievue's eyebrow upward and his head being bent back as if to say, "what?". The other two chuckled whilst Marion grinned. Kievue mocked their laughter, not thinking once, the only thing he /could/ do as he struggled to get up again. Shaken up body struggling to profit strength. He didn't really reckon it happening seeing as if Kievue ordinarily said anything, they'd neglect him – but, when Kie had mimicked their laughter Census dragged his eyes toward him. That appalling gaze locked on his own almost innocent one in the most repulsive content doable. "You dare counterfeit me, whelp?" he snarled, that gray fur that clung to his back raising frightfully. Kievue's heart raced, raspy breaths escaping his larynx and he swallowed hard – head telling him he should have kept his yap closed. Kievue fell silent, throat tight and dry and his body trembling with /fear/ now.

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_______vitals

+.Mother» Dayna Osono (supposably alive)
+.Father» Chareiz Osono (His name is pronounced Carry. Random fact. Supposably alive)
+.Siblings» Clepit
+.Love/Desire» Never again.

+.Eyes» Hazel nut
+.Pelt» A mottled set of greenish beige, light brown, and an odd grey.
+.Build» Colossal, muscular (Much large than an average male)
+.Ears» Long, thick
+.Tail» Average length, thick

_______misc. info

_______loves&loathes

_______it

Now don't contradict, there has always been a time in your life when you just wished to kill something or someone that nettled you - there has always been that time when you hated the world ... We all have a darkness inside of us - but, it's never figuratively alive; it's just you. Everyone gets wild or irritated. But what if that inner iniquity was alive? What if it itched and scratched at you, slowly but surely making your life a living hell?

We all have our demons, our grievances - and most of the time we know how to dominate them. Me? Deadly not. I have no control over the beast that inhabits within me; I am possessed. Heh. It's quite bantering content really - but this is what happens when you hate something so much you'd do anything to establish to it you are more than meets the eye. You'd sell your soul to the devil because it anticked you into thinking it could meliorate you, making you stronger and better - it made you opine that you'd finally prove to your whelp father you are potent and there is more to you than just a assertive attitude and anemic bones.
It was an absurd misstatement.
It lives inside of me.
And frankly, It's plans to make my life wretched and otiose is working quite tremendously.

_______home

_______love

_______family

Mother; Dayna - you know, there was nothing I had against her... but I can tell you now - I do not miss her. At all. There is nothing to miss about a depressant mother who could not bare to stand up for herself or even her children.

Sister; Clepit and I never truly got along; we barely made eye contact - she always said I was like father no matter how much I tried to hide it... and I denied her foolish attempt to make me feel abominable about myself. But now I see - she was right all along.. Clepit, well - she was never genuinely loud or angered about anything. The only time I had witnessed the snow queen mad was when she had finally discovered her body was being taken over by ice itself. Nightmarish...

_______comrades

_______fanart

I lost the others. D:
-headdesk-

_______song

_______link

_______patch

NEOMAIL BENNIE FOR A LINK TRADE.

_______other

Copyright

The adoptables on this page were made by - well, whoever they link to. The headshots for the family section were made by Kay Fedewa. (: