Post by B H U V A N A on Sept 3, 2011 20:24:45 GMT -5
Bhuvana || is played by
B H U V A N A, who's been roleplaying for seven years who is seventeen years old.
B H U V A N A, who's been roleplaying for seven years who is seventeen years old.
other charrehs ||
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When no one's wearing their real face, it's a white-out of emotion,
And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall.
What they call me is Bhuvana.
However I prefer Bhu.
I've lived this hell for a little below one year.
I was born on October 10th.
I still have soul even though I'm alive.
I'm a canine.
More specifically a german shepherd.
But I stand out from the rest because I'm a/an n/a.
My alliances lie with Desperado.
And my rank among them is Brigadier
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When the loving letters fade, it's like moving in slow-motion,
And we're already too late if we arrive at all
The girl has a pelt free of tainted injections. She holds no abrasions nor knarred tussles of fur. Her camouflage colorings read of a girl who dodges bullets with accuracy, or one who simply does not come onto the battlefield. This would all be false, of course, but the browns and blacks tell of a careful woman.
Bhuvana holds a sad rust colored stare. She rarely blinks nor sleeps, and her eyes hold gentle bags to be the only betrayer of such. With long limbs and a tastefully slim body, the girl has the form of a dancer. But anyone who deems her weak would be mistaken; beneath the shaggy pelt lays a firm layer of muscle. One needs no bulk to have strength.
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And then we're caught up in the arms race on involuntary addiction,
And we're shedding every value our mothers taught.
The quiet stranger in the shadows, Bhuvana smothers herself in solitude. Within her own pack, she tends to lie low and slither under the radar. Her appearance could fool one into thinking her weak, but beneath that awkward exterior sits a demon who is calculating every move made. Each step is only taken after every outcome has been realized, each breath whispered after each consequence accounted for. The girl is a lethal machine with no conscience to speak of.
She will kill and show no remorse.
A loyal dog, Bhuvana only acts out of hurt. When her heart was broken as a child, she dedicated herself to making those around her pleased. She feels inferior, and thus needs to impossible approval of others. Her pack has molded her into a specialized assassin, a heartless crook, simply a devil with fur and a tail. When given a mission, her quiet stealth is proven as she moves forward unnoticed, not stopping until the deed is done.
And she will smile as that rich copper taste slithers through her buds.
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So will you please show me your real face, Draw the line in the horizon,
'Cause I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought.
Bhuvana used to know a simple time.
A time when cut only meant to stop the film.
A time when her greatest danger was her human lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on her and laugh as the two tussle in glee and mock aggression.
Yeah, she used to know how to be happy. It really wasn’t so long ago, either. The woman is only a year old now, so a few months ago the idea of murder would have been sinful to even think. The life she leads now used to be something of her nightmares.
Her idea of joy has changed so dramatically.
When the child of her humans came down with the fungus and died, the parents were devastated. So was Bhuvana. That five year old had been her best friend and favorite playmate. With tear stained eyes, the parents turned to the mourning dog that hovered near the empty bed of their dead son. The duo screamed at the dog, blaming her for the misfortune. Though the fungus went from goat to human, the people believed Bhuvana was the cause of their son getting it.
The shot a gun at the girl and she ran, devastated—heartbroken.
She eventually convinced herself that it was her fault; she had caused her friend’s death. This boundary shattered, Bhuvana now knew no limits. At nine months of age, she found sanctuary in the morbid family of Desperado. And so she lurks there now, that quiet demon with a soul.
That nice little girl with the twisted smile.
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When I thought that I fought this war alone, you were there by my side, on the front line.
And we thought to believe the impossible.
I'm the strongest at stealth and wit.
Though you may win at hand-to-hand combat.
Some of my personal fancies are the quiet time of midnight and the bitter crispness of winter.
Though I hate the baking sun of day.
Keep that shit away from me! Guns, fire, and any sort of fungi.
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When I thought that I fought this war alone, we were one with our destinies entwined.
When I thought that I fought without a cause, you gave me a reason why.
I couldn't break it up. A deep instinct said that my family had been broken for too long. Since my absense? I could not be sure, but I wouldn't couldn't break them apart. Back on my feet and I was already asking for a lashing. I was already displeasing my dear humans.
The scars on my body were still bloody scabs.
It had taken a great deal of effort on the human's part to force my heart to be shoved into submission to my brain. I was so selfish, denying the humans of their rights just because I had broken the law and loved another. They had been so kind, letting my children roam free of their reigns. They knew my pups existed, and they had not come and taken them away.
They should have.
It was clear Mahal was his typical follower of Carska self. And now Alonda was talking kindly with the traitors. I adored them all so much and yet I would only scowl as I appeared. That was all I could do, despite my wish to dash over to Carska and lick her passionatly. Passion was wrong. I was wrong for my pack if I could not realize that. If I was not right to be alpha, that meant the humans had made a mistake since I was created specifically for the purpose of alpha. The humans don't make mistakes. They never have.
I wouldn't be their first.
Mask in place, I stepped from the bush and heaved out a howl to myfamily pack. I had not given Alonda time enough to respond to her brother or mother because I hated to see a good Folami fall short of the human's glory. Even if all the others were lost, I needed one of my kin to take over the pack once I passed on. Alonda was my only heir left.
As the howl ended, I folded my head to sit firmly upon my neck, staring forward with expressionless eyes. I seemed to stare past what had once been the sun to my dark world. They sat heavily upon my mate and children as I waited for the pack's response, them included. Someone had to have stepped up in my absence, and now it was time to demand my seat to be returned, or to kill whomever got in my way.
Alonda's face snapped over to my eyes in surprise. Surprise was for the weak. I snared at her blank expression as she tried to get a hold of what was happened. Before too long past, she jumped to her feet eagerly and bounded over with a guarded expression of excitement.
"Fath--"
Her word of joyous greeting was cut short as I barked a snarl of warning. She froze midstep before stomping the paw to the ground and firming her posture to that of a salute. Whoever was in charge now had taught her well. She had reconized my snarl as one of domination; a warning against endarement such as pet names that symbolized family obligations. We were packmates, not family.
"Bidziil." Her voice and posture saluted my rank and my return, but her eyes held a hurt that nearly made my charade come crumbling. I pushed away the guilt and let the trainings take reign. I bestowed a nod of approval towards her before staring past and continuing to wait.
I may be an awful father and mate, but I would always be a damn good Folami.
The scars on my body were still bloody scabs.
It had taken a great deal of effort on the human's part to force my heart to be shoved into submission to my brain. I was so selfish, denying the humans of their rights just because I had broken the law and loved another. They had been so kind, letting my children roam free of their reigns. They knew my pups existed, and they had not come and taken them away.
They should have.
It was clear Mahal was his typical follower of Carska self. And now Alonda was talking kindly with the traitors. I adored them all so much and yet I would only scowl as I appeared. That was all I could do, despite my wish to dash over to Carska and lick her passionatly. Passion was wrong. I was wrong for my pack if I could not realize that. If I was not right to be alpha, that meant the humans had made a mistake since I was created specifically for the purpose of alpha. The humans don't make mistakes. They never have.
I wouldn't be their first.
Mask in place, I stepped from the bush and heaved out a howl to my
As the howl ended, I folded my head to sit firmly upon my neck, staring forward with expressionless eyes. I seemed to stare past what had once been the sun to my dark world. They sat heavily upon my mate and children as I waited for the pack's response, them included. Someone had to have stepped up in my absence, and now it was time to demand my seat to be returned, or to kill whomever got in my way.
Alonda's face snapped over to my eyes in surprise. Surprise was for the weak. I snared at her blank expression as she tried to get a hold of what was happened. Before too long past, she jumped to her feet eagerly and bounded over with a guarded expression of excitement.
"Fath--"
Her word of joyous greeting was cut short as I barked a snarl of warning. She froze midstep before stomping the paw to the ground and firming her posture to that of a salute. Whoever was in charge now had taught her well. She had reconized my snarl as one of domination; a warning against endarement such as pet names that symbolized family obligations. We were packmates, not family.
"Bidziil." Her voice and posture saluted my rank and my return, but her eyes held a hurt that nearly made my charade come crumbling. I pushed away the guilt and let the trainings take reign. I bestowed a nod of approval towards her before staring past and continuing to wait.
I may be an awful father and mate, but I would always be a damn good Folami.
