username:~Willow
makoatl name:Holli
gender:Female
which of her lovers in the past broke her heart?: [ can be male or female ]A lover broke her heart? How typical. She practically
raised with a broken heart! A father who hated her and a mother who cared too much. Grant you she's had her fair-share of lovers and broken hearts about it all, but never any more than the one her mother left her. What big a scar and twist he has made in her heart. Truly, she will never recover.
how did she become crazy because of this?:With love both big and small having always come and gone in her life, she finally grew weary of all this. It confused her and she slowly become entangled this web of unjust truths and lies throughout her life. From the first breaths that entered and left her body, she has been lied to. The 'love' her parents promised was a false truth. The first beatings to the sudden, and cruel leaving of her mother. All those hurtful things after that only added to what she had become.
art [ at least one piece ]:A Dark Place in my ChestHello.extra one:Whoo whoot 
The owl's call into the still, cold night startled me and made me jump. My eyes were spread wide and filled with fear as I looked around nervously. I was with my mother, but I was still very scared that my father would find us. He was very violent, and he terrified me. Clinging just a little closer to my mother's side, I shakily whispered, "Wh-what is father catches us?" She bent her head down and touched her dry nose to my cheek. "He won't, baby, I promise." she replied. I nodded my head, tail tucked between my legs. I knew my father was likely still sleep in the sofa, but what if he woke up before we got away. What if he fond us? What if he...? I shuddered, unable to bring myself to even think that way.
We neared the brighter lights of the city. "Are we," I paused, yawning, "almost there?" My mother licked my cheek. "Almost, baby. Almost." She always called me baby. In fact, that's what I thought my name was, until I got older. We made our way through the streets and bright lights and large buildings of the city. I was asleep on my paws by the time we entered the small, run-down shelter. It was for the poor, the homeless, or run aways. We were basically all of that. I heard my mother talk to the man at the podium and felt her nod at him and walk further into the shelter.
She gently laid me on the pallet. It was stuff and hard, but it was better than the floor. "I love you, Momma..." I whispered to her. "I love you, too, baby. Sleep now. Everything is going to be okay. I did, and what a peaceful sleep it was. I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept so well. Not in a long time. Little did I know, this would be the last time I'd see my mother. And thankfully the last I'd ever see my demonic father.
When I woke, the pale light shone in on me and the others in the shelter. "Momma?" I called out as though I were speaking to someone. I yawned, looking around for her. "Momma?!" I was starting to panic now. Where was she?! The man she'd spoken to last night rushed over to me. "Shhh. Shhh. You're going to wake the others." he whispered, "I'm sorry, little one, but you're mother left at opening." When he'd said that, I knew then that I'd been abandoned by the most portably figure in my life. I was alone now. All. Alone. And this was the first of many driving points to my complete insanity.
