Post by Nico on Jan 27, 2009 19:03:23 GMT -5
Name: Nico Nyt.
Gender: Female.
Age: Nineteen.
Alliance: Rogue.
Breed: Werewolf.
Appearance: Homo sapien; Medium length, brown hair brushes thin framed shoulders while intelligent brown eyes survey that which resides around her. Nico's form is lithe and petite. She stands five feet, four inches tall and weighs one hundred and seven pounds. A thin, black scar, precisely an inch long resides beneath her left eye. Typically, she wears a pair of grey converse chucks, and the same, dirty, coal black shirt with a "Linkin Park" insignia across her chest. Thin, tight grey jeans adorn her slim lower body. She has no piercings for self-mutilation is not something which appeals to her.
Canis lupus; Longish, dull auburn fur clings to the emaciated form of a somber eyed wolf. An obsidian black, mohawk-like stripe runs from the top of her head to the space between her shoulder blades. Large, slightly round ears swivel about, attempting to detect another presence.
Overall; Although not extremely attractive, Nico is morbidly beautiful. With long, silky fur clinging to the bones which protrude from her sharp stature in her wolf form, she's attract only to a select few. As are her human features; large, almond shaped eyes, an excessive amount of black eyeliner and a "too thin" weight. Appreciating this "morbid beauty" is an acquired taste that not many possess. For nineteen years of age, she's surprisingly small, height and weight wise.
Personality: In both her human and canine forms, Nico is extremely quiet, shy, introverted and somber. She always seems to be lamenting some loss. Her bright eyes reflect her intelligence, though rarely are words uttered which exemplify this intellectual superiority. Nico tends to stick to herself rather than branch off and involve herself in the affairs of the more "socially prominent" individuals. She feels no remorse for the somewhat brutal things she's done in the past, nor will she ever. Love is something she neither searches for nor believes in. One friend at a time is all she can really handle. Although she prefers to be alone, once she stumbles upon someone who manages to capture her attention, she's fiercely loyal.
History:
In Essence;
Nico's parents were murdered when she was seven years old by Vladamir Fhang. He attempted to do her in also, but he only succeeded in severely wounding her, for the police arrived and he escaped before he could be caught. She was placed in an orphanage there-after and raised and schooled there. At the age of thirteen, she ran away. Her justification for this was that it was too difficult to keep her transformations concealed. She had one witness to her strange morphing; Walter Craycraft. Nico killed him in order to keep her secret untold, and escaped into the night. She lived alone, nearly dying of starvation, but she managed to stay alive thanks to the wastefulness of Americans - she foraged for food. More often than not, she remained in her wolf form, only transforming into a sweet little Nico Nyt when blood lust or her sexual interests became unbearable. She has not encountered Vladamir since the massacre which occurred during her childhood; however, someday she will, she's destined to. At present, she roams free in the land of Rogues.
Twelve Years Prior;
Lightning flashed, illuminating the upstairs bedroom of the quaint, two story house which resided at the end of the small town of Hamshire. Two tall figures leaned over a small bed. One male, the other female, bent down, smiling, each kissing the small figure in the bed softly on the cheek before turning to exit the room. Thunder crashed overhead, causing the young girl to leap up out of bed and rush to the safety of her parents' arms; however, before she could, a dark figure obscured the window then came crashing through, the glass from the panes flying in wards, a rather large, sharp shard scathing the child's cheek. She released a cry of pain, but her parents had no time to react; the large, black figure bowled into them knocking them off their feet with ease. Nico scrambled into the corner, watching the horrific scene unfold through the cracks between her fingers. The ominous...thing.. attacking her parents had gleaming, silver fangs, and knotted, matted black fur. It was extremely wolf-like, but it was far larger than what Nico figured a real wolf should look like; not to mention, her seven year old imagination only blew the situation out of proportion. Three and a half agonizing minutes later, the creature left the girl's parents mangled and bloodied on the floor, and turned upon the young child. With a terrifying snarl, he leaped upon her, his icy jaws piercing her left shoulder. Nico shrieked in pain, slumping to the floor even further. The unbearable weight upon her was released as blue and red lights flashed, lighting up her room. With a pitiful moan, Nico opened her eyes; the beast had crawled back several paces to glare out the window, his red eyes gleaming spitefully. "I'll be back for you," he snarled; such a threatening vow..
Auditioning Post: The crisp night air ruffled the pelt of a black maned, auburn pelted wolf. Her somber, brown eyes scanned her surroundings; a large, black obsidian crag protruded from the flat, wheat laden plain and a dark pool of water could be seen shimmering in the silver moonlight a little ways off. The large, pallid orb which called itself Moon glittered overhead like a beacon of hope, lighting the way for lone wolves across the globe. Nico took a tentative step forward, placing a black paw upon the rough ground. Her paws were sore, but callused, tough and impenetrable. Wounds, which could have been inflicted due to shards of debris, slivers of rock and other impurities which littered the ground, had been prevented due to her hard pads. Nico was grateful for this. She released a grunt-never a howl though, howls drew attention, Nico preferred more subdued, unnoticeable sounds. She preferred to be transparent, she enjoyed being a chameleon by blending into her environment. The dirty pelted she-wolf shuddered; the moon was causing her to be lustful of blood. Blood.. What a sweet, crimson release.. Nico shook the thought away with a growl, and collapsed as her limbs lengthened slightly, her eyes dilated, her ears shrunk, and her fur receded. Her silken auburn tail reduced to nothing, and in the place of the lone she-wolf, stood a pallid, naked young woman. She couldn't be more than nineteen.. And she barely looked that. With a sigh, Nico rose, but only into a crouch, and cast a furtive glance around, hoping none had witnessed the gruesome transformation. As majestic and beautiful werewolf transformations were often depicted, they were far from that. They were hideously brutal and horrifically painless. Perhaps Nico only suffered from such excruciating pain because she morphed only when she absolutely had to. Or maybe, everyone felt that pain. She doubted she'd ever know. The bare skinned girl leaped up into a thin, short tree and crouched there; watching, waiting.
And then, I guess, if I have to use this one.. and it's preferred, I will...
Nico S'varia Nyt 's been on the run, drivin' in the sun lookin' out for number one.
hey, you! yeah, i'm talking to you. wake the hell up! good.
welcome to ocean beach hospital for the clinically insane. it is
mandatory that you fill out this paperwork. yes, all of it. why?
because we doggone said so, that's why! now take a seat and
please be quiet. i said be quiet!
California here we come,
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"Just Nico..."
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"I'm quite obviously female, and I take offense to the fact that you can't tell."
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Physically? Nineteen. Mentally? Thirty nine..."
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"I'm constantly travelling..."
OH, I'LL HAVE TO TRY THAT. MOVING ON: YOUR HAIR, IS THAT YOUR NATURAL COLOR?
"Yes..."
DON'T MEAN TO BE A PEST BUT, HOW TALL ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"...Five feet, four inches..."
Although, typically, I'm two and a half feet tall, three feet long.. ha.
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"Who the hell is that...??? If I'm ever engaged in a relationship, I'd prefer it be with a boy..."
OH REALLY? WELL, WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT. EVER BEEN SAILING?
"I don't particularly like water.. But I'm a sailor of the plains.."
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"I juggle and perform for a circus. ...WHAT spare time!? jesus christ.."
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"Solitude. And silence."
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"An abundance of noise. A multitude of questions..."
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"Sticking to myself.."
I doubt you'll remember that..
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"That's none your damn."
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"creative answer here in first person."
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"I'd prefer to have someone who didn't constantly bombard me with inquiries which serve absolutely no purpose."
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"Not at all. Arrogance. Assertiveness."
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"Good, I'd prefer you didn't."
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"..Isn't that already what we were doing? Was I supposed to think those answers through?"
FAVORITE FOOD?
"Carrion."
FAVORITE MOVIE?
"..uh.."
FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST?
"Linkin Park."
FAVORITE DRINK?
"...Mountain dew!"
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"Am I supposed to have one?"
FAVORITE SPICE GIRL?
"Scary."
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
"..Once again, am I supposed to have one?"
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"Halloween, fall."
FAVORITE WORD?
"Phantasmal."
FAVORITE FAMOUS DEAD PERSON?
"....."
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"Dusk."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"Green, of the lime variation."
FAVORITE BOOK?
"I don't believe I have one..."
FAVORITE TOY?
"What the fuck? How is that even relevant? I don't have a goddamn favorite toy."
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"I'm quiet..and I like to be left alone."
Although I'm actually longing for someone to be with, really deep down.. I'm drastically denying it, so I'm most likely condemning myself to a life of solitude.. Which isn't as appealing as I claim.
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"Don't talk about them.."
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN OCEAN BEACH, SAN FRANCISCO?
"I was born in Hamshire. I just wander places.."
RIGHT ON, MY FRIEND. SO, CAN YOU TELL US WHAT WAS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
"I don't have one at present, but ending this interrogation will surely be it."
HOW, LOVELY. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"This."
God no, not this.. Twelve years ago.. My parents' death.. My in and external scaring..
NOW, JUST WONDERING. WHAT RELIGION ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Atheist. I have no reason to pledge myself to any invisible being."
WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"I doubt I will. Scavenging suffices."
WHAT HAPPENED TO BE YOUR FIRST WORDS?
"That is such an inconsequential question."
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
"One, I wish these questions were over, two, I wish I was elsewhere, three, ...I wish I could do something with my life."
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
"Not particularly."
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
"No."
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"You wouldn't like the places I like."
Dark forests, shallow gullies, shaded caves..
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"Never in a million."
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"I'd like to take a bath. Don't ask why, I just haven't in a while, and a nice, cold bath sounds delightful."
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"...." :)
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Gender: Female.
Age: Nineteen.
Alliance: Rogue.
Breed: Werewolf.
Appearance: Homo sapien; Medium length, brown hair brushes thin framed shoulders while intelligent brown eyes survey that which resides around her. Nico's form is lithe and petite. She stands five feet, four inches tall and weighs one hundred and seven pounds. A thin, black scar, precisely an inch long resides beneath her left eye. Typically, she wears a pair of grey converse chucks, and the same, dirty, coal black shirt with a "Linkin Park" insignia across her chest. Thin, tight grey jeans adorn her slim lower body. She has no piercings for self-mutilation is not something which appeals to her.
Canis lupus; Longish, dull auburn fur clings to the emaciated form of a somber eyed wolf. An obsidian black, mohawk-like stripe runs from the top of her head to the space between her shoulder blades. Large, slightly round ears swivel about, attempting to detect another presence.
Overall; Although not extremely attractive, Nico is morbidly beautiful. With long, silky fur clinging to the bones which protrude from her sharp stature in her wolf form, she's attract only to a select few. As are her human features; large, almond shaped eyes, an excessive amount of black eyeliner and a "too thin" weight. Appreciating this "morbid beauty" is an acquired taste that not many possess. For nineteen years of age, she's surprisingly small, height and weight wise.
Personality: In both her human and canine forms, Nico is extremely quiet, shy, introverted and somber. She always seems to be lamenting some loss. Her bright eyes reflect her intelligence, though rarely are words uttered which exemplify this intellectual superiority. Nico tends to stick to herself rather than branch off and involve herself in the affairs of the more "socially prominent" individuals. She feels no remorse for the somewhat brutal things she's done in the past, nor will she ever. Love is something she neither searches for nor believes in. One friend at a time is all she can really handle. Although she prefers to be alone, once she stumbles upon someone who manages to capture her attention, she's fiercely loyal.
History:
In Essence;
Nico's parents were murdered when she was seven years old by Vladamir Fhang. He attempted to do her in also, but he only succeeded in severely wounding her, for the police arrived and he escaped before he could be caught. She was placed in an orphanage there-after and raised and schooled there. At the age of thirteen, she ran away. Her justification for this was that it was too difficult to keep her transformations concealed. She had one witness to her strange morphing; Walter Craycraft. Nico killed him in order to keep her secret untold, and escaped into the night. She lived alone, nearly dying of starvation, but she managed to stay alive thanks to the wastefulness of Americans - she foraged for food. More often than not, she remained in her wolf form, only transforming into a sweet little Nico Nyt when blood lust or her sexual interests became unbearable. She has not encountered Vladamir since the massacre which occurred during her childhood; however, someday she will, she's destined to. At present, she roams free in the land of Rogues.
Twelve Years Prior;
Lightning flashed, illuminating the upstairs bedroom of the quaint, two story house which resided at the end of the small town of Hamshire. Two tall figures leaned over a small bed. One male, the other female, bent down, smiling, each kissing the small figure in the bed softly on the cheek before turning to exit the room. Thunder crashed overhead, causing the young girl to leap up out of bed and rush to the safety of her parents' arms; however, before she could, a dark figure obscured the window then came crashing through, the glass from the panes flying in wards, a rather large, sharp shard scathing the child's cheek. She released a cry of pain, but her parents had no time to react; the large, black figure bowled into them knocking them off their feet with ease. Nico scrambled into the corner, watching the horrific scene unfold through the cracks between her fingers. The ominous...thing.. attacking her parents had gleaming, silver fangs, and knotted, matted black fur. It was extremely wolf-like, but it was far larger than what Nico figured a real wolf should look like; not to mention, her seven year old imagination only blew the situation out of proportion. Three and a half agonizing minutes later, the creature left the girl's parents mangled and bloodied on the floor, and turned upon the young child. With a terrifying snarl, he leaped upon her, his icy jaws piercing her left shoulder. Nico shrieked in pain, slumping to the floor even further. The unbearable weight upon her was released as blue and red lights flashed, lighting up her room. With a pitiful moan, Nico opened her eyes; the beast had crawled back several paces to glare out the window, his red eyes gleaming spitefully. "I'll be back for you," he snarled; such a threatening vow..
Auditioning Post: The crisp night air ruffled the pelt of a black maned, auburn pelted wolf. Her somber, brown eyes scanned her surroundings; a large, black obsidian crag protruded from the flat, wheat laden plain and a dark pool of water could be seen shimmering in the silver moonlight a little ways off. The large, pallid orb which called itself Moon glittered overhead like a beacon of hope, lighting the way for lone wolves across the globe. Nico took a tentative step forward, placing a black paw upon the rough ground. Her paws were sore, but callused, tough and impenetrable. Wounds, which could have been inflicted due to shards of debris, slivers of rock and other impurities which littered the ground, had been prevented due to her hard pads. Nico was grateful for this. She released a grunt-never a howl though, howls drew attention, Nico preferred more subdued, unnoticeable sounds. She preferred to be transparent, she enjoyed being a chameleon by blending into her environment. The dirty pelted she-wolf shuddered; the moon was causing her to be lustful of blood. Blood.. What a sweet, crimson release.. Nico shook the thought away with a growl, and collapsed as her limbs lengthened slightly, her eyes dilated, her ears shrunk, and her fur receded. Her silken auburn tail reduced to nothing, and in the place of the lone she-wolf, stood a pallid, naked young woman. She couldn't be more than nineteen.. And she barely looked that. With a sigh, Nico rose, but only into a crouch, and cast a furtive glance around, hoping none had witnessed the gruesome transformation. As majestic and beautiful werewolf transformations were often depicted, they were far from that. They were hideously brutal and horrifically painless. Perhaps Nico only suffered from such excruciating pain because she morphed only when she absolutely had to. Or maybe, everyone felt that pain. She doubted she'd ever know. The bare skinned girl leaped up into a thin, short tree and crouched there; watching, waiting.
And then, I guess, if I have to use this one.. and it's preferred, I will...
Nico S'varia Nyt 's been on the run, drivin' in the sun lookin' out for number one.
hey, you! yeah, i'm talking to you. wake the hell up! good.
welcome to ocean beach hospital for the clinically insane. it is
mandatory that you fill out this paperwork. yes, all of it. why?
because we doggone said so, that's why! now take a seat and
please be quiet. i said be quiet!
California here we come,
right back where we started from.
"Just Nico..."
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"I'm quite obviously female, and I take offense to the fact that you can't tell."
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Physically? Nineteen. Mentally? Thirty nine..."
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"I'm constantly travelling..."
OH, I'LL HAVE TO TRY THAT. MOVING ON: YOUR HAIR, IS THAT YOUR NATURAL COLOR?
"Yes..."
DON'T MEAN TO BE A PEST BUT, HOW TALL ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"...Five feet, four inches..."
Although, typically, I'm two and a half feet tall, three feet long.. ha.
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"Who the hell is that...??? If I'm ever engaged in a relationship, I'd prefer it be with a boy..."
OH REALLY? WELL, WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT. EVER BEEN SAILING?
"I don't particularly like water.. But I'm a sailor of the plains.."
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"I juggle and perform for a circus. ...WHAT spare time!? jesus christ.."
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"Solitude. And silence."
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"An abundance of noise. A multitude of questions..."
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"Sticking to myself.."
I doubt you'll remember that..
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"That's none your damn."
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"creative answer here in first person."
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"I'd prefer to have someone who didn't constantly bombard me with inquiries which serve absolutely no purpose."
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"Not at all. Arrogance. Assertiveness."
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"Good, I'd prefer you didn't."
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"..Isn't that already what we were doing? Was I supposed to think those answers through?"
FAVORITE FOOD?
"Carrion."
FAVORITE MOVIE?
"..uh.."
FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST?
"Linkin Park."
FAVORITE DRINK?
"...Mountain dew!"
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"Am I supposed to have one?"
FAVORITE SPICE GIRL?
"Scary."
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
"..Once again, am I supposed to have one?"
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"Halloween, fall."
FAVORITE WORD?
"Phantasmal."
FAVORITE FAMOUS DEAD PERSON?
"....."
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"Dusk."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"Green, of the lime variation."
FAVORITE BOOK?
"I don't believe I have one..."
FAVORITE TOY?
"What the fuck? How is that even relevant? I don't have a goddamn favorite toy."
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"I'm quiet..and I like to be left alone."
Although I'm actually longing for someone to be with, really deep down.. I'm drastically denying it, so I'm most likely condemning myself to a life of solitude.. Which isn't as appealing as I claim.
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"Don't talk about them.."
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN OCEAN BEACH, SAN FRANCISCO?
"I was born in Hamshire. I just wander places.."
RIGHT ON, MY FRIEND. SO, CAN YOU TELL US WHAT WAS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
"I don't have one at present, but ending this interrogation will surely be it."
HOW, LOVELY. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"This."
God no, not this.. Twelve years ago.. My parents' death.. My in and external scaring..
NOW, JUST WONDERING. WHAT RELIGION ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Atheist. I have no reason to pledge myself to any invisible being."
WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"I doubt I will. Scavenging suffices."
WHAT HAPPENED TO BE YOUR FIRST WORDS?
"That is such an inconsequential question."
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
"One, I wish these questions were over, two, I wish I was elsewhere, three, ...I wish I could do something with my life."
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
"Not particularly."
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
"No."
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"You wouldn't like the places I like."
Dark forests, shallow gullies, shaded caves..
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"Never in a million."
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"I'd like to take a bath. Don't ask why, I just haven't in a while, and a nice, cold bath sounds delightful."
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"...." :)
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On the stereo, listen as we go, driving down the 101 ...
Nico has been trying to escape this doggone planet for nineteen years,
but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for several years.
too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in
the east. you can always reach them at yim; xnico075.
hold up, you'll need the password, which is rargh and we'll need
to see some proof that you're a girl. yep, pull down those pants.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
Nico has been trying to escape this doggone planet for nineteen years,
but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for several years.
too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in
the east. you can always reach them at yim; xnico075.
hold up, you'll need the password, which is rargh and we'll need
to see some proof that you're a girl. yep, pull down those pants.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
The crisp night air ruffled the pelt of a black maned, auburn pelted wolf. Her somber, brown eyes scanned her surroundings; a large, black obsidian crag protruded from the flat, wheat laden plain and a dark pool of water could be seen shimmering in the silver moonlight a little ways off. The large, pallid orb which called itself Moon glittered overhead like a beacon of hope, lighting the way for lone wolves across the globe. Nico took a tentative step forward, placing a black paw upon the rough ground. Her paws were sore, but callused, tough and impenetrable. Wounds, which could have been inflicted due to shards of debris, slivers of rock and other impurities which littered the ground, had been prevented due to her hard pads. Nico was grateful for this. She released a grunt-never a howl though, howls drew attention, Nico preferred more subdued, unnoticeable sounds. She preferred to be transparent, she enjoyed being a chameleon by blending into her environment. The dirty pelted she-wolf shuddered; the moon was causing her to be lustful of blood. Blood.. What a sweet, crimson release.. Nico shook the thought away with a growl, and collapsed as her limbs lengthened slightly, her eyes dilated, her ears shrunk, and her fur receded. Her silken auburn tail reduced to nothing, and in the place of the lone she-wolf, stood a pallid, naked young woman. She couldn't be more than nineteen.. And she barely looked that. With a sigh, Nico rose, but only into a crouch, and cast a furtive glance around, hoping none had witnessed the gruesome transformation. As majestic and beautiful werewolf transformations were often depicted, they were far from that. They were hideously brutal and horrifically painless. Perhaps Nico only suffered from such excruciating pain because she morphed only when she absolutely had to. Or maybe, everyone felt that pain. She doubted she'd ever know. The bare skinned girl leaped up into a thin, short tree and crouched there; watching, waiting..
California here we come, right back where we started from.
say hold up, wait a minute. let me put some pimpin' in
it! yep, that's right, this sexy application template was made
by yours truly: CHRISS a.k.a. LENNY GOT LAID ?! @
CAUTION 2.0. yeah, see those fawesome lyrics? that be
california by none other than phantom planet. and by the way,
if you happen to remove this little credit, i'll sned vampires
after you in the night to rip out your jugular. and they won't
be as sexy as you think the cullens are. uh-huh.
say hold up, wait a minute. let me put some pimpin' in
it! yep, that's right, this sexy application template was made
by yours truly: CHRISS a.k.a. LENNY GOT LAID ?! @
CAUTION 2.0. yeah, see those fawesome lyrics? that be
california by none other than phantom planet. and by the way,
if you happen to remove this little credit, i'll sned vampires
after you in the night to rip out your jugular. and they won't
be as sexy as you think the cullens are. uh-huh.
