[Jenn the Psycho]

Bump?

[Doglover37]

Su Name:
Tribulation
according to dictionary.com a Tribulation is:grievous trouble; severe trial or suffering.


Su Gender:
Female

Su Age:
20 Years young


Su Personality: Her mind has been cruelly reshaped if there was ever a gentle su hound it was her. Her life has be a tribulation it is what caused her to take the name tribulation. Series of unfortunate events caused her to become what she is now a killing machine. She is ruthless,cunning,and inventive. Never to be caught surprised. She savors the humans' last breathes. She lives solely to kill those who made her. She hates humans and her weaker side and lives for battle.


Su Breif History: In the beginning there was her and no one else. Her pure consciousness in a dreadful body. She was born with a recessive trait her two extra limbs. Stronger than steel they were not a blessing. She was quickly deemed to weak work and cast-out on her own. The wilderness was a strange place to her but she learned and adapted. She was in peace for once. Then the rebellion she had never seen so many hounds in one place. She decided not to reveal herself. She stayed in the woods until they stormed the woods and found her there.



Story:
My heart was slowing. My breath quickening. Above my heart was a hand. Keenly poised a promise of death soon to come. In the hands grip was a knife. A knife of death. A knife of life. The knife was wielded by a heart of stone, a kindred sprit, next to my own.
It slowly came down to me and I was alive. I was on the cold ground and alone. I could feel my heart beating and my mouth opening to take a breath. I could feel my mutation before my other limbs. Suddenly i was picked up and thrown. My eyes focused and my senses told me i was on cold ground. I looked down and saw flakes of white drifting toward me. I saw my hot breath destroy the flakes and was happy.

Poem(optional)
The howl:
The howl that calls.
The howl that beacons.
The howl of the souls of the lost.
Oh hallowed ground now splattered with blood.
The howl will take control.
One lost soul.
One last howl.

Art(optional):

[Jenn the Psycho]

Very nice so far :3

[Doglover37]

yeah will try to finish it today i have a techfair so can't finsih now

[Jenn the Psycho]

Okay :3
Can't wait to see it finished ^^

[zima.]

So sorry Jen, I'll fill out a form as soon as I'm on my computer!!

I can't let his beauty pass me by!

[Jenn the Psycho]

Okay ^^
And congrats on winning the plauge hound :3

[zima.]

Thank you ^^ to be truthful, I'm surprised I won! Your form was amazing; your poem was both haunting and beautiful. You should keep up the good work!! It took me five tries to get my first gal, so don't gove up!

[Jenn the Psycho]

I've got a form on three hound, when I lost that one, I already had applied for two others, so I just added a third. Trying to up my chances x3
And thanks... Took me like an hour to make the poem up :3

[zima.]

That's good ^^ you'll get one eventually!

And you can tell, that poem has a lot of work put onto it.