by To Kill The Necarae » Sat Sep 11, 2010 1:38 pm
I want to adopt!
Critter number: 44 (Fourty-Four)
Name: Ginx, currently. If adopted, it will change to Scindo. (Split, in Latin)
Why do you want him/her? How would you use him/her?: He'll go live with my other characters in my character thread. No RPing, because I don't do those. I'll probably write up a new story for him, but it will take a while.
Describe your character:
Background: Ginx is a childrens toy, brought to life by past greif and sorrow. As he goes from person to person, they leave distinct marks on him. His broken-heart shoulder is from his most recent loss, Rin.
History: Ginx was origionally a tan stuffed fox, but after numerous years of use and abuse, his fur has become base-green with other colors besides. (Ah, the miracles of hair dye)
Story:
October
It's getting cold again... the snow isn't falling yet, but I know it'll start soon. The leaves are falling, they go *crunch* under my feet. Sound makes it harder to hunt, they know when I'm coming.
It's always this time of year that I regret living up here, and start wishing that I still lived down south.
There's the first flake now. Brrr.
Must make shelter quickly, as the snowfall is thickening. I don't want to start like I did last year.
November
It's falling heavy, day and night. I have less and less to work with, no food out in these times. Even in the trees, the birds have flown away. I've been out every night, but it's been at least a week since I've been able to feed. The snow isn't enough, my strength is fading. I don't want to have to do it again, but I think I'll have to go back. There's no other way.
December
Just back from Dot Zero. Can't believe the findings. Ribs! I nearly forgot to keep silent, just about woke up the whole town after I got the ribs. I did actually wake up one of the 'residents', a little princess of just 14. She had huge brown eyes, black hair. Her demeanor should warn me off, but it's hard to resist. She is silent, but clearly she wants something of me. She was biting her lip, weaving back and forth on the snowy porch. I don't know what she wants. I'm almost tempted to go back again, just to visit her. Just once...
January
The 'Rin', as I've named her, is still in her home. She calls to me now, I think she's given me a name. She's been calling out 'Scindo, Scindo!' every time I come near. I don't know what it means... but it sounds nice. Rin is nice too, she gives me food. Just throws it at me, since I've made it clear to her that my policy is not to eat from her hand. I don't want her to trust me, I don't want to trust her, and... yeah. Trust is a silly thing. You give it, but it gets lost in the return. I feel safer this way too, I can watch her from the side as I eat.
Febuary
Rin and I are growing closer. I'm tempted, so, so tempted, to let her touch me, just once. To pet me, to kiss my nose again. Let her hold me, hug me. But I'm still afraid, you see, that it will end like it did before. I don't want to hurt her like that. I don't want to be hurt like that.
But it doesn't matter what I want anymore. Having a owner again makes it harder to resist. When she calls me, I feel the pull of needing to answer. What Rin wants, Rin gets. This is where it gets harder... I try to keep the distance, but she is so inviting... her scent... her touch...
March
It's harder than I thought. I want her to hold me so much, but... I... I just can't bring myself to trust her like that. Strokes, sure. A gentle pet, of course. But holding me?
We're both trying so hard... both of us want that trust, need that trust... but we can't have it. Not again. She knows this, but it still hurts her. As much as I try resist it, she wants to make me comfortable with her home. She lets me in, and drags me into her room. Well, not drags, but carries me like a football. There is so much that is strange! I'm getting used to her little devices. They don't hurt as much anymore. I think it's her way of marking me, but it's hard to be sure. The buzzing one was kinda scary, and it hurt more than the little one that she put in my ear. But if it makes her happy...
April
The snow's all gone now, and so is my cover. Night comes later and later, day earlier than before. The waiting game will be starting, now that the hunger game is over.
Rin is starting to really push it. Every time I go over, she's either in tears or about to break into tears. She always wants a hug, to kiss me, to squeeze me. I don't want to be hugged, to be held again. I don't want to be a toy, just another thing to be left behind and forgotten.
I must get away from here. I will run from Dot Zero. I can live on my own again.
June
I came back for her. I couldn't forget her. I miss her.
She's gone now. The home is vacant, the doors are open, my heart is broken. She wasn't waiting for me, the food wasn't there. Her coat is gone. I searched the house, all traces of her are gone. The room is still the same, but the scent is fading. She is running or she is dead, I don't know which. I don't know why I could have let myself fall into that trap again. To become a heart for someone who you can't trust. Just another heart.
I'm just another bleeding heart.
Personality: Sorrowful, regretful, flaring temper
Likes: Well... more like wants. :3 He wants to be loved again.
Dislikes: Ginx hates, HATES, being left behind. He's afraid of being forgotten.
Other: (proof of permission can go here. or anything that doesn't fit in anything else)
Piece of art: ... I can't draw. If Ginx is adopted to me rest assured that he will get plenty of art.
I accept the terms and policies here. I will love Ginx forever!
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