Post by capp on Jan 12, 2013 22:39:39 GMT -7
. . .it's time to begin, isn't it?
- - - - nickname(s), veni, ven
- - - - gender, female
- - - - age, three years
- - - - breed, siberian husky
- - - - sexuality, heterosexual
- - - - allegiance, beast of the east
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- - - - fur, ivory
- - - - build, slender
- - - - distinguishing marks, none
- - - - height, 22 inches to shoulder
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. . .that i'm never changing who i am.
- water
- quiet
- cold weather
- sunsets/rises
- naps
- - - - venice hates,
- loud noises
- hot weather
- being tired
- stupidity
- overly-chatty beings
- - - - strengths,
- her loyalty
- her brightness
- her cleverness
- her wit
- her mastery in the art of persuasion
- - - - weaknesses,
- her hate of overly-crowded spaces
- her stubbornness (at times)
- her social skills
- her detachment
- her mood swings
- - - - ambitions,
- to always use maximum effort
- to be a mentor
- to mean something to someone
- - - - fears,
- to have a lack of motivation
- to be useless
- to feel utterly alone, even when surrounded by others
- - - - overall personality, venice is, and will always be, stubborn as hell. she's a spitfire, this one, and has a relatively short fuse. however, she is good at hiding it. using masks is an art this girl has mastered. it comes in handy, she finds. she despises talking about anything feeling-related. now, when others speak to her about their problems, she's all right with it. just not her. never her. one may poke and prod for information but she'd snap right back and skirt around it once again.
on the inside, she's pretty much a sweetheart. she'd never admit it, but she falls for others easily, which usually comes back to kick her in the face. she adores her friends, and though she might have few, the small group she does have feel to her like they are blood-related. venice would never say it aloud, but she wouldn't know what to do without them. she also has a soft spot for little ones that she denies, of course.
venice often resorts to smart ass remarks and sharp-tongued responses when teasing, but one should not take her thoughts to heart. she's sarcastic by nature. one gets used to it.
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- - - - mother's name, ember
- - - - siblings, rome
- - - - non-blood family, none
- - - - overall history, born to the lovely white lady named ember (how ironic, considering she looked nothing like any ember she's ever seen), venice was the youngest of two small pups. her brother, the curious rome, had a beautiful white coat with reddish layer to top it off. his sparkling eyes matched the blue of hers. she inherited her mother's all-white pelt.
the duo of siblings grew quite close over the months. rome had mastered the big brother persona, while venice took upon the feeble, little sister role. (which was totally not true, she thinks. she's not feeble or little. she just liked seeing the light that always gleamed in his eyes when he taught her new things and showed her new places.) venice curled up against his sturdy side one night, caught in the haze between awareness and sleep. rome was studying her, she could tell. he whispered a 'good night' and an 'i love you'. a warm, sleep-endured smile spread across her face. i love you too, she thought as blackness overcame her.
rome and venice had finally reached a year and yes, finally, she felt like an adult. well, she thought she would. it never felt any different from the days before. but lotus insisted on going to the market to try and steal something good for them to split, in celebration. truth be told, neither of them actually knew when their date of birth was, but their mother told them it was around this time last year. venice padded down the hard streets, her fur brushing rome's.
he had nudged her shoulder, grinning at her, and took off down the street. she had laughed at his childish antics and sped up after him, watching his form worm its way between human legs. her blue eyes began to fill with worry as she lost sight of him, though. this isn't funny anymore, she thought, and she shoved her way through the mass of people. venice ran, desperately scanning the area. she was suddenly hyper-aware of the noises surrounding her and it felt as if she were suffocating. maybe it was just her own panic.
she never did find him. she had searched for days before she overheard some strays speaking of some dog with red fur found off the side of the road.
- - - - rp sample, streaks of deep oranges and pastel pinks color the dying sky. the air holds a certain chill that comes naturally along with winter. not that she minds it at all, venice quite enjoys the way the coldness feels on her fur. summer always makes her uncomfortable. she is hyper-aware of the mingling clouds of breath as she pads quietly down the busy street, having only the familiar click click of her claws to keep her company.
the slender husky weaves herself through the mass of legs, huffing when a human almost trips over her. really, she's not that small. open your eyes! she spits violently at them. aiming her glare ahead of her, she continues down the long path. children grab at their mothers and couples stroll leisurely, hand-in-hand. her blue gaze flicks down each alleyway, searching for nothing in particular. her paws have taken her on this path countless times before, so she barely even registers that she's standing in front of the subway entrance.
her paw steps are silent compared to the thundering of human feet. none of them give her much thought, though a few do cast a strange look her way. venice pushes off the last step forcefully, projecting herself. she picks up speed as she goes swinging around corners and dodging obstacles. she accidentally shoves a man over as she almost misses her turn. he yelps before struggling to get up, spewing angry words at her. she just flicks her tail.
the white dog slows as she reaches the actual subway. this is always the busiest place, but as the sun is now under the safety of the horizon, it is not so crowded. she shoves her pink nose forward and nudges through the crowd, smiling to herself when she reaches her destination. her brother and her had found this place while trying to escape an angry man they had just stolen food from. two large, boxy cans sit in a corner against the wall. well, they look like they're against it. there's actually a space just large enough for herself and her brother (though, she has to admit that she no longer has the leg room she once had). she slips herself behind them, peeking out into the rest of the subway. sighing, she rests her tired head on her aching paws. yes, now would be a good time to nap. [/ul][/ul]
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