Scream, baby, SCREAM

[` Scream]

NAME
Scream For Me

GENDER
female

BREED
mutt [German Shepherd [most dominant; body build; powerful hindlegs; poised head; dark coloration; aggression], Great Dane [height; determination], Russian Deerhound [long legs; long stride; muscle]

AGE
six years

HISTORY
She does not know of her past. When she tries to remember things, she blacks out and only sees crimson. Like blood being shed. It can be assumed that death and struggle was there, but she does not know. She believes she was attacked and knocked out, and her amnesia began.

APPEARANCE
Body build; Like the German Shepherd, her body is long, lean, curved slightly in on itself. Her back is straight and unforgiving, while her neck and shoulders are thick with muscle and power. Her legs are long, bulked with muscle and powerful when used correctly. Her height is more so than a Great Dane, but less than a Russian Deerhound, somewhere in the middle. Her head is small, but not dainty. It is poised and chiseled as if from stone. She is a beautiful mutt.
Fur color; Dark, almost near black, but has tints of silver and bloody sorrel throughout.
Eye color; Originally black, but can shift depending on mood and the light.
Markings; Nothing all too obvious.
Scars; Many scars score her body from the many battles she has raged. Most, she started herself.

CHARACTER
Scream is a mix of many different personality disorders. Ranging from sadistic to masochist to insane to psychotic, there is no telling what she will do. But one thing is for sure. She is untrusting and unwilling to try and become friends. She will bond with a few select of people, and is wary of doing so. She kills anything when she is in rage, and will not stop until she is satisfied that the threat is dead. She is aggressive and quick witted, intelligent and swift to act. She rarely hesitates.

FAMILY
None she knows of.

EXAMPLE
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i'm GUNNiNGdown romance
it NEVER did a t h i n g for me
but heartACHE and m i s e r y
ain't NOTHiNGbut a tragedy

Scream For Me had stopped running some time ago. Now she picked her way over the barren terrain at an amble, head low and mind focusing on where she put her feet. The ground here was broken, ruptured snags of toothy rock and great mats of dead briar obliterating any possible pathway; as it was the demon was following the parched bed of a long-extinct stream, but even here mounds of rubble lay strewn where banks had collapsed, and the corpses of thirsting creatures leered from dusty graves.

Now, as the day reached its pinnacle and the clouds retreated from the sky, a piercing heat beat down upon the land. Scream felt the sun worming into her back as an intense, glaring eye: her skin prickled under the merciless stare, and sweat gathered in every crease of her sinuous form. She had never been particularly adept in the heat, but she knew she could not let that obstruct her now: whatever it took, and however long it took, she had to beat Leo.

The banshee wasn't sure what triggered this steely determination. Perhaps because she was a Dark, and her opponent Light - perhaps she felt she had to crush this so-called creature of the day, just to prove that Darks weren't so very pathetic when it came to fighting. True enough, Scream had never been a spectacular fighter. She didn't have the effortless grace experienced warriors seemed to possess, but it mattered not: her methods were perhaps not pretty to behold, but at least she got the job done. Mostly. In the years before, Scream had had to learn very, very fast, and she hadn't gleaned her fighting skills from other Darks.

So if Leo was expecting some honorable whelp who would play by the rules, he could think again.

At last, beyond the blaring light of the full sun, Scream spied her destination. Ahead the ground tumbled down into a wide dish, a crater of sorts, though the hollow had long since been filled with rocks, roots and other debris from the storm which had swept through the lands. In years past this almost gladiatorial arena had been used for battles, but she and Leo would just have to settle with sparring on its treacherous lip.

And, speaking of the brute, Scream lifted her head to spot his powerful form, twenty strides away. As she neared, the onyx wench felt the excitement run through her blood once again, and she found age-old instinct sculpting her muscles into a well formed crouch; tipping her ears back into the folds of pitch hackles; goading her limbs into a stealthy, low lying stalk; and adding to her eyes that maddened glint that always occurred before bloodshed.

She was so close now. She heard Leo speak out: Scream For Me chuckled with amusement, and suppressed the urge to chant here I come, ready or not. But no. Somebody had to be mature here.
Scream opened his mouth to utter some pointless greeting, then hesitated. She was coming at Leo from behind: she was pretty sure the bitch hadn't noticed her yet. Well, she might as well start things off.

The massive beast bounced forward, carefully measured energy exploding with the last few strides it took to reach her enemy. At the last moment she pivoted, swinging her jaws with a ferocious growl in the general direction of Leo's rump. Now wouldn't it be funny if the Light stumbled over the edge and into the crater?

It was with little effort that Scream eradicated the mare's presence from her mind completely. She did not know who she was or where she had come from, and neither did it matter to her - she was simply an inanimate object, as interesting as the hunks of igneous rock which lay scattered about the chasm's lip. Well, perhaps that was a little harsh. If she were Neutral, she could at least be of some use to the herd: as much as she disregarded them, a herd was not a herd without its mares, and, frankly, it was a very boring place without them.

But now she was straying.

Her thoughts had wandered back to a time in her life where she felt no fear, and no boundaries.

How foolish.

The banshee continued to gaze over the walls of Apollo, watching the clouds drift lazily away in the clear blue sky. Here the view was always perfect, even when storms brewed and lightning stuck harshly against the walls. But when the sun was unblocked, it stung Scream's eyes and made her look away. Still, she wasn't complaining - peace was found in the sightgazing, and at that moment she needed her fair share of it. The sun frowned down upon her withers, catching in the wisps of glossy scruff that lay there, stirred mildly by the breeze. The place was strangely quiet: the birds had abated briefly in their constant song, and now there were only the echoes of the two animals to be heard.

It was only then that she started thinking about Him. It came unbidden, unwanted, but suddenly she was wondering where he was, what he was doing, and whether he had yet overturned her 'successor'. It was only then that she realized, even after he had brought her up and thrown her down, after he had ripped her to pieces and tossed away what was left: she was still in love with him. Oh, of course she was. She was his pet, his slave, and if he had appeared that very moment she knew, self-loathingly, that she would do whatever he wished. It was this pitiful admission that kept her in the firm belief that brutes, whether Light, Neutral, or Dark, were manipulative and not to be trusted.

But she had always been a beautiful hypocrite.

She heard the mare's footfalls first, drawing soft shudders out of the ground. Scream For Me lifted her head fractionally, ears flicking, brows deep with irritation. It seemed she was going to have to talk to her, after all; some people just didn't get the message, did they? Scream turned, tail swinging about her legs and catching great ribbons of sunlight in the process. Her eyes rested on her figure, but she took little of her appearance in: the black wolf was contemplating how best to approach. Make her position known.

"Madam," at last the single word escaped her lips, accompanied by a perfectly civil drop of the head. She had always been apt at lying. And while her heart was telling her she wanted to shy away from this mare, to drive her off and return to solitude, her mind was telling her she might well need her in the future. It was all mechanics.

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[(--Z E P H Y r!]

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