Post by Rain on Mar 26, 2008 17:04:07 GMT -5
My name be: Cryus
I be 15 Winters
I stand at 40"
My marks be Grey tinges around my eyes and muzzle, and a red back
I be a male
My past is my own
I prefer not to be treated like crap. My life is not worthless. I will get angry if you contradict me. What I say goes. You will obey me. I am not to be trifled with. I own you. And who i choose to be my successor must be noble and not proud. For he who is proud will not do as a ruler and is only a pawn in the world.
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I be 15 Winters
I stand at 40"
My marks be Grey tinges around my eyes and muzzle, and a red back
I be a male
My past is my own
I prefer not to be treated like crap. My life is not worthless. I will get angry if you contradict me. What I say goes. You will obey me. I am not to be trifled with. I own you. And who i choose to be my successor must be noble and not proud. For he who is proud will not do as a ruler and is only a pawn in the world.
Sample post:
The sky was bright overhead, but my eyes could not take it anymore. There was a time when I would just stay in the sun all day. I longed for the sun to stay out always. Ha, but now; these days, I longed for the fall of the sun. I wish for the night to be always.
I stood up slowly, my limbs were hard worked and any large amount of work might take me down forever. But, I could still fight. Just not as long. My tail swished behind me, back and forth. My pads lifted from the ground as I walked slowly to the shade of the largest tree.
Placing my front paws on a root that jutted up, I stared around my terra, barely a one cougar out there. Who would be the one to confront me? To take on the job I so wished I could leave. So I could live out my life in peace. Barely a one ever talked to me anymore. I am useless. But still a figure head. They only talked to me so I could tell them what to do.
I sighed and lay down in the shade of the tree. My black eyes closing, how I wished someone would just talk to me for the sake of talking. How I wished.
I stood up slowly, my limbs were hard worked and any large amount of work might take me down forever. But, I could still fight. Just not as long. My tail swished behind me, back and forth. My pads lifted from the ground as I walked slowly to the shade of the largest tree.
Placing my front paws on a root that jutted up, I stared around my terra, barely a one cougar out there. Who would be the one to confront me? To take on the job I so wished I could leave. So I could live out my life in peace. Barely a one ever talked to me anymore. I am useless. But still a figure head. They only talked to me so I could tell them what to do.
I sighed and lay down in the shade of the tree. My black eyes closing, how I wished someone would just talk to me for the sake of talking. How I wished.