Post by xMis.Matchx on Apr 8, 2009 11:29:55 GMT -5
My License
Though a lack a proper name, you may call me Ennui.
So You Care To Know Me More,
I am a female.
My Pedigree
is that of a purebred mutt. I don't even know what I am to tell the truth.
I've Watched This World For
2 Years.
What I've Seen
is a lot, though instead of boring you with details, I'll tell you this: I've lived. I'll also tell you this: One day I'll die too.
Of course, their's more to my life. A Lot more. If you pry, maybe one day I'll tell you the full story. Maybe one day I'll just leave and never return if you pry. I really don't know. No one never really cares where a stray's come from, from what I know. Though, I know very little. I'm only two. I'm free and young and strong. I'll hopefully die before I'm tied up or old, before I'm caught. I hope, that if I must grow old, I'll die before I can stop running. I don't care if I'm murdered, as long as I'm never old and weak and unable to run gracefully.
In my life, as I've said before, I've seen a lot. I've seen the seasons change twice, I've seen my parents grow old, I've seen my siblings leave, and I've seen heartbreak. If anything, I've seen heartbreak. of course, I've never felt it though. I don't cling, I drift. And when I drift, I go two ways. Away, and back. I always return no matter how much you hate me or hurt me or love me. Either to say good bye, or sorry, or what ever, but I never truly leave.
When I drift away, I leave without the other knowing. In the middle of the night, I just get up and leave. A wish not to make a seen out of my departure. After all, I'll come back...Eventually. I hate being tethered down or trapped as I've said over a thousand times. I'll say it as many times as I need to make my point clear. I never want to be trapped...I'd rather be dead then trapped.
For listening to my rant, I guess I'll grant you some tidbits of knowledge. I grew up as any other stray. I was born a stray pup listening to my mother's tales. Father was rarely around, though when he was, he had food. No one in my family knew how to hunt. I still don't know, though I'm open to learning, of course I may end up scaring away any prey within a few miles radius. I fail at being quiet.
When I was one, my siblings were stating to leave mom and she was hurt. Every time one of us disappeared, her eyes seemed to hold more heart. You could almost see her heart shatter in them. I couldn't take it any more, so one night, I got up and left.
What about after that you ask? Well, there's not much to tell, though I will say this: I ran. To tell the truth, I guess I never really stopped running. I just kept going, and going, and going, and then I got here. I still run. I'll never stop running. Ever.
What You've Seen
is most likely my medium coat of a dark brindle coloration. It makes it so in the bitter cold of winter, I need no humans to keep from freezing and in the summer is thin enough that I don't overheat. Of course, depending on temperature, there may be problems. Of course if it stays between so high and so low I'll live, like any dog.
My form is thought of a shepherd dog of some sort. I have a lot of muscle and pointed ears. My eyes are deep brown. My tail is long and furry. My muzzle is pointed and long. My legs are strong and made for running and anyone could tell though I have muscle, I lack the actual strength to fight, instead I have legs which carry me swiftly away from fights. After all, I need some kind of protection, and luckily I have it.
As you could probably hear from me, I'm not a beautiful dog nor an ugly dog. I am a dog, an average dog and nothing more. I am canine and I am natural. There is nothing that draws me out from the crowd...I blend in.
How I've Learned To Live
isn't what you'd call joyous. I live like a stray. I eat, I run, I sleep, I run, I get attacked, I run...Most of my live is made of running. Running from enemies, running from allies, running from family and friends, running from humans,a nd just running in general. I find running amusing. After all, if anyone finds any need to find me, just run. I'm never far.
In general, I'm a gypsy. I swindle and cheat, I never stay in one place, and I stay out of view. At times I rob from humans or other, while at other times I act kindly and nicely. I have two sides, depending on how you treat me and how my needs are at the time. If I find I need company, I stay by your side and stand up for you. If I find I need food I may steal from you. If I find I need protection I may trick you. If I find I need loneliness I leave.
For a Small fee of food, for food can be hard for me to get, especially due to the fact I scrounge in garbage cans and I fail at hunting, I send and deliver messages from canine to canine. Of course most canines can do hat on their own. But I hope. I'm allowed to hope, right?
For the most part I have two speeds. Running and nothing. When I sleep, I crash meaning if something tried to murder me in my sleep, I wouldn't know until I woke up unable to breath, either that I may never wake up again. Running takes a lot out of me because I choose to live by it. I rarely stop running.
As I've stated before, I find company only when I need it and loneliness when I want it. I need a companion like me, or at leas I'd like someone like that. Someone who wouldn't mind if I just packed up and left to return weeks later. It's just who I am. After all, running is my life. If I stop for too long, I may as well be dead. After all, I've once heard someone say "A tethered thing is a dead thing anyway." and I wish not to be tethered to someone. I wish not to be held down. After all, even when I leave, I return. It is my way.
Other then my constant departures and turning-ups, I tend to be quite boring as my name says. My name actually means boredom. I came up with it on my own. After all, I'm not that much of anyone. I like to blend in. If I don't, I tend to fight, and I can't fight...I fail at fighting. So, I went through trying to go through the meaningless chatter of humans and ended up somehow find this word. It was being said by someone in a house full of book. A library I think they call it, though it's not that important...I'm getting off topic. To get right down to the point, I'm bland. I ran, return, swindle, cheat, steal, return, and I'm bland. Aren't I special?
My Haunts
My parents, why should I ever even remember them? It's not like I'll see them ever again. I've left them behind me for a reason.
My Siblings, I've left them like I have my parents.
I have no companions nor mate, and luckily I have no pups...I'm not exactly what you'd call a motherly figure.
Though a lack a proper name, you may call me Ennui.
So You Care To Know Me More,
I am a female.
My Pedigree
is that of a purebred mutt. I don't even know what I am to tell the truth.
I've Watched This World For
2 Years.
What I've Seen
is a lot, though instead of boring you with details, I'll tell you this: I've lived. I'll also tell you this: One day I'll die too.
Of course, their's more to my life. A Lot more. If you pry, maybe one day I'll tell you the full story. Maybe one day I'll just leave and never return if you pry. I really don't know. No one never really cares where a stray's come from, from what I know. Though, I know very little. I'm only two. I'm free and young and strong. I'll hopefully die before I'm tied up or old, before I'm caught. I hope, that if I must grow old, I'll die before I can stop running. I don't care if I'm murdered, as long as I'm never old and weak and unable to run gracefully.
In my life, as I've said before, I've seen a lot. I've seen the seasons change twice, I've seen my parents grow old, I've seen my siblings leave, and I've seen heartbreak. If anything, I've seen heartbreak. of course, I've never felt it though. I don't cling, I drift. And when I drift, I go two ways. Away, and back. I always return no matter how much you hate me or hurt me or love me. Either to say good bye, or sorry, or what ever, but I never truly leave.
When I drift away, I leave without the other knowing. In the middle of the night, I just get up and leave. A wish not to make a seen out of my departure. After all, I'll come back...Eventually. I hate being tethered down or trapped as I've said over a thousand times. I'll say it as many times as I need to make my point clear. I never want to be trapped...I'd rather be dead then trapped.
For listening to my rant, I guess I'll grant you some tidbits of knowledge. I grew up as any other stray. I was born a stray pup listening to my mother's tales. Father was rarely around, though when he was, he had food. No one in my family knew how to hunt. I still don't know, though I'm open to learning, of course I may end up scaring away any prey within a few miles radius. I fail at being quiet.
When I was one, my siblings were stating to leave mom and she was hurt. Every time one of us disappeared, her eyes seemed to hold more heart. You could almost see her heart shatter in them. I couldn't take it any more, so one night, I got up and left.
What about after that you ask? Well, there's not much to tell, though I will say this: I ran. To tell the truth, I guess I never really stopped running. I just kept going, and going, and going, and then I got here. I still run. I'll never stop running. Ever.
What You've Seen
is most likely my medium coat of a dark brindle coloration. It makes it so in the bitter cold of winter, I need no humans to keep from freezing and in the summer is thin enough that I don't overheat. Of course, depending on temperature, there may be problems. Of course if it stays between so high and so low I'll live, like any dog.
My form is thought of a shepherd dog of some sort. I have a lot of muscle and pointed ears. My eyes are deep brown. My tail is long and furry. My muzzle is pointed and long. My legs are strong and made for running and anyone could tell though I have muscle, I lack the actual strength to fight, instead I have legs which carry me swiftly away from fights. After all, I need some kind of protection, and luckily I have it.
As you could probably hear from me, I'm not a beautiful dog nor an ugly dog. I am a dog, an average dog and nothing more. I am canine and I am natural. There is nothing that draws me out from the crowd...I blend in.
How I've Learned To Live
isn't what you'd call joyous. I live like a stray. I eat, I run, I sleep, I run, I get attacked, I run...Most of my live is made of running. Running from enemies, running from allies, running from family and friends, running from humans,a nd just running in general. I find running amusing. After all, if anyone finds any need to find me, just run. I'm never far.
In general, I'm a gypsy. I swindle and cheat, I never stay in one place, and I stay out of view. At times I rob from humans or other, while at other times I act kindly and nicely. I have two sides, depending on how you treat me and how my needs are at the time. If I find I need company, I stay by your side and stand up for you. If I find I need food I may steal from you. If I find I need protection I may trick you. If I find I need loneliness I leave.
For a Small fee of food, for food can be hard for me to get, especially due to the fact I scrounge in garbage cans and I fail at hunting, I send and deliver messages from canine to canine. Of course most canines can do hat on their own. But I hope. I'm allowed to hope, right?
For the most part I have two speeds. Running and nothing. When I sleep, I crash meaning if something tried to murder me in my sleep, I wouldn't know until I woke up unable to breath, either that I may never wake up again. Running takes a lot out of me because I choose to live by it. I rarely stop running.
As I've stated before, I find company only when I need it and loneliness when I want it. I need a companion like me, or at leas I'd like someone like that. Someone who wouldn't mind if I just packed up and left to return weeks later. It's just who I am. After all, running is my life. If I stop for too long, I may as well be dead. After all, I've once heard someone say "A tethered thing is a dead thing anyway." and I wish not to be tethered to someone. I wish not to be held down. After all, even when I leave, I return. It is my way.
Other then my constant departures and turning-ups, I tend to be quite boring as my name says. My name actually means boredom. I came up with it on my own. After all, I'm not that much of anyone. I like to blend in. If I don't, I tend to fight, and I can't fight...I fail at fighting. So, I went through trying to go through the meaningless chatter of humans and ended up somehow find this word. It was being said by someone in a house full of book. A library I think they call it, though it's not that important...I'm getting off topic. To get right down to the point, I'm bland. I ran, return, swindle, cheat, steal, return, and I'm bland. Aren't I special?
My Haunts
My parents, why should I ever even remember them? It's not like I'll see them ever again. I've left them behind me for a reason.
My Siblings, I've left them like I have my parents.
I have no companions nor mate, and luckily I have no pups...I'm not exactly what you'd call a motherly figure.
