``saying.goodbye; {completed!}

[.keiz.]

Sweet
a HEEVLANE female
of TEN months, born in spring

warning: there's a bit of violence and swearing...

you're a shining star, you'd do great in L.A.

She used to be pretty. Her white coat used to shine like the full moon at night. But things like that can be taken away pretty easily. Now her coat is dark, coated in things like dirt and blood. She doesn't have time to do routine cleaning. She's got a life, you know. But she used to be pretty. Her coat was long, fluffy and ethereal. Now it mostly hangs limply from her body, moving when she does like a mass of amorphous nothing. She's covered in faint spots, too, but you wouldn't be able to tell past the dirt. She's too busy to waste time fixing it. She has better things to do. But she used to be pretty. Her eyes, to match her shiny white coat, are silver. They shine in the darkness and give her the appearance that she's blind when she's not. She gets annoyed if you think she is. She can see better than most people, and is damn proud of it. It shows in her posture. She used to sit pretty and show off for others. But that was the past, and being a docile little bitch is demode. At a height of six feet on four legs, she stands like she wants to, with arrogance and confidence pulsing through her limbs and emanating in the air she moves around in. She doesn't care if people get offended. Her life is about her after all. But she did used to be pretty. Now she just seems to be as disgusted with her life as it is with her.

How do you like me now? I think it's better this way.

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is this thing of ours still on?

Sweet's a cruel female. She likes to play with others, like puppets dangling from strings that are held around invisible fingers. Nothing excites her more than being able to twist the views of others to her liking, to make them quiver in some emotion whether it be fear, hate or adoration. She never returns a feeling, so the content of their heart doesn't matter. In the end, it ends up mangled and twisted on the earth, or in it if they're lucky enough to be buried away from the scavengers. Sweet's a cold one. She's the type to whisper sweetly to you one second, and turn around and breathe lies down your throat the next. Bipolar disorder doesn't cover her mind. The twists and turns that morality takes in those lobes cause it to come out mangled. Her 'morality' is far from your normal variety. Honor takes the form of sadistic emotional cruelty, lying to her loved ones and sneaking around behind their backs. Loyalty takes the form of nothing. She doesn't seem to experience any sort of loyalty towards anyone, but she's also never been close to another. Sweet, as a general rule, hates everyone. She seems to believe that, as an entity, wolves are ignorant, self-absorbed, whiny little bastards. She's never met a wolf that she liked, nor does she plan to. She's far too set in her ways to believe that someone could venture far from the typically beaten path. Sweet doesn't appreciate change. It sends her head spinning and leaves her feeling cold inside. She doesn't like the differences in atmosphere, she doesn't like the change in taste. She wants her things to stay how they are, which contributes to her lack of interest in life.

Of course, Sweet was once a good girl. Sweet used to be a kind soul. Sweet used to love everyone she came into contact with. Sweet used to feel that life was brighter than the sun. Things change. It's not difficult. Sweet lost that spark of innocence that most people are born with, and her world went spinning. It left her far behind in the dust, crying over her lost toys. Life flipped on its head for Ms. Sweet, causing emotional abrasions that don't seem to have healed over the month. Poor Sweet. Lost, like a little rag doll under a bed. But Sweet found a way to crawl out. Sweet was able to make her life better. Sweet simply closed up to the world. And that's how she stays.

I don't want to play your stupid games anymore. I'm through.

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and i keep fixing every habit that i break
I haven't slept a wink since you have been gone...

Her beginnings were always dark ones. She moved through the darkness with ease, sliding inbetween the shadows like she was part of them. It wasn't something she found hard, nor was it all that easy. It took quite the effort to maintain a stealthy and soundless persona. A smile folded onto her maw like starlight on the lake; there it was. She had smelled it. Filthy, disgusting creature. It would be hard not to. She had been stalking the dark-coated Heevlane male for miles. He didn't seem to notice her. Perhaps he couldn't smell her over his own stench. She moved forward, purposly stepping on a twig to alert him. He turned abruptly. "Oh. It's you. What do you want, girl?" She shuddered internally at his voice, always carrying one of those 'holier-than-thou' tones in the background of his deep timbre. She sat, watching him with her cold metallic eyes. You're disgusting. The words pounded in her head as she gazed. He seemed confused; had he done something? The female just sat there, spewing hatred with her eyes.

It took less than a minute for her to break her stance and lunge at the large male. It took an even shorter period to have his thick neck in her jaws. He howled in pain, thrashing in an attempt to get her off. It didn't work. He merely succeeded in giving her a better grip. Blood poured down his brown fur, around her lips, and she let go. She watched as he fell, weak from the sudden loss of the viscous red liquid that pumped through his veins. Her tongue flicked up to clean her face. "You're the disgusting one. Not me," she accused. His eyes dulled as the last of his fleeting life fled from him. Her eyes stayed cold as she looked at the corpse; once, she had known him as father and now...now he was nothing. Now he was a fading memory in her once warm heart. She had already seen to it that her newest 'mother' was gone, and the puppies she so dutifully carried. All of them, even the pups from the previous season. Everything was gone, as it should be. Her smile twisted into something horrifying as the elation rose into her. Now she was free to do as she pleased. Now she could leave. Now was a good time to disappear...

...but she found herself lost in the maze once called 'life', hidden behind the hedges. She watched as other wolves passed, ignoring her as she wanted them too. Everything was 'good', though she seemed to miss the humanity that once flowed in her heart. It was all subconscious. She didn't know what she wanted. She just knew it was better to be far away from the mess she left behind in the clearing. The blood dripped down her face as she killed more of her kind, leaving a wake of corpses until settling somewhere empty. She like the fact that it was devoid of other beings. There was no life in her Garden of Eden. The smiles faded as the sun rose and set on her days, her mind warping into something that was unrecognizable as a normal way of thinking. Everything was set on its head. Everything except for her desires. Almost...

...it seemed that her days were merging together, leaving her with a bitter taste in her mouth as she ate, drank water, stalked food. Nothing was the same. It was empty, like her. She turned to scavenging, unable to keep up with the charade of catching her own food. You're disgusting. He was long gone, rotted into the earth, and still his voice pounded the thought into her brain. Nothing gave her comfort. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Her daily schedule simply became something to do, resonating inside of her like a heartbeat, almost as if she would die if she stopped. Sleep. Get up. Hunt. Drink. Rest. Hunt. Drink. Sleep. Over and over and over again. She had no more purpose, but she wouldn't tell anyone that. It seemed as though she was still doing as she pleased, an anarchist in a structured society. No mate for her, no pups. Nothing that resembled a close tie. Why bother? The other wolves avoided her. But tears are more private than other emotions...

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taken by no one
desires to be part of nothing

[COMMENTS]

Hee~ I like her a lot. She's my favorite.

[( labbie! )]

accepted!

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only ten months, and she's already a man eater. D: What a waste. ^^