[LoneWolf-Gage]

User Name: Lonewolf-Gage
Number:3
Name: Hieroglyph -Hiero- [hi-row]
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Personality: "He is covered in strange, cryptic messages. He doesn't care about anything else but the messages printed onto his fur. He tries to decode them... When will he stop? Because of this, he has a great understanding of the world around us."
Hiero is absorbed in his quest to find out what every mark on his body means. Thus he does not take time out to care much for others. He is sen as self centered, arrogant, egotistic, cocky, and stuck up. Though in reality it is quite the opposite. He sees the looks he gets from others due to his markings and it is due to that he is driven to find out what they mean. He hopes that he can explain them to those who seem to fear him due to his marks. He seems to not care but he cares deeply about the way he is seen by others. He does not like to be feared.
History: Hiero never knew his parents or even where he came from. His earliest memory was of a desert and tall pyramids in the distance. He tried to reach them but was taken. Though he is not sure if it is a memory or a dream. The next time he saw daylight he was in a cage being set down in the yard of a grand Mancini. A man and a child stood in front of the cage watching the strange pup. The man had paid good money for a strange pup because his young son wanted one so badly. There was another there in the yard. He had a different air than the others. He was not like them and did not see the small pup as some pet or just an animal. No the look in the younger man's eyes said that he saw much ore in the young wolf pup.
About six weeks passed after the pup got use to his new home. There had been a fight over what to call him. The boy that he was bought for tried to call him mark because of the markings. However the young pup never answered to it. However the young man who seemed out of place among the rich people had started to call him Hieroglyph or Hiero and the pup came to it. This made the younger boy mad and he kicked the little pup and told his father that he didn't want the stupid dog anymore. The father ordered the pup be gotten rid of but the young man would not allow it. A fight broke out between the father and the man. It turned out that the young man was the father's step son. His wife's son from her first marriage. The young man was about eighteen then and legally an adult. He had never liked his mothers husband due to his riches and arrogance thinking that everything could be bought or settled with money. It was because of this and the man trying to do away with Hiero that the young man, who was called West, took Hiero, grabbed his bag, which was always packed just in case, and left without a word.
West started studying the markings on Hiero when he noticed the pup looking at the cover of one of his old cryptic books and then his own markings. West and Hiero both began to study and were able to learn what a few of the symbols meant.
Such as the mark on his back being a Pentacle,Which is a pagan symbol representing the four natural elements as well as the fifth element bend ones spiritual self.
The mark on his Right shoulder being The Trihsula, which is a trident spear that is the emblem of the god Shiva. The weapon symbolizes empire and the irresistible force of transcendental reality.
The symbol on his tail which seems to be the Native Blackfoot symbol for storms.
Though they still have a long way to go before they are finished.
Story: Back before they left the Mancini Hiero was there alone with the young son of the house master and his wife. The wife was upstairs and not paying attention to when her young son was doing. The boy was upset that Hiero would not come to the name he gave him and that Hiero did not care for the boy at all. Hiero preferred the older half brother who treated him kind though he looked tough. That day the young boy struck Hiero when he refused to retrieve a ball and the boy kicked him hard. Hiero got to his paws after being winded and two ribs cracked. He growled at the boy and bit him before running and hiding in West's room. He knew that the boy did not dare follow him in there for fear his older half brother's punishments.
Poem:


Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare
Likes:
West
Researching
Gaining Knowledge
Shakespeare
Dislikes:
The younger brother
The Father
The Mother
Other: He still has a thick Egyptian accent though now it has a southern ring to it.
He is also a hopeless romantic.
Art: WIP

[.Kat.]

bump- may add more dogs. Loving the forms, guys!

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[That Weird Dragon]

OK!!! Going for the ghost!

Art lines and shading by TWG

Name: Silver Wind
Gender: Male
Age: Pup
Number: 4
Poem:

Hush now
Whispering winds
Dark nights
Midnight shadows
Fading lights

Can you feel him?
He shakes in pain
Can you hear him?
He calls in vain

Cloudy days
Starless nights
Losing hope
Dying faith
Faded dreams

Can you see it?
A transparent Aura
Can you sense it?
A pale shadow

(c) Allyssia_banter

(I personally typed this poem/stanza)

[LoneWolf-Gage]

When is the end date for this?

[.The Bootless Box.]

Tourniquet-Evanescence

I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?

My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation

Do you remember me?
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side
Or will you forget me?
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?

My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation

return to me salvation

I want to die!!!

My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation

My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied Christ
Tourniquet
My suicide

return to me salvation
return to me salvation

Number of Pup:

4

Name:

{Παραμονιμος}-Paramonimos or Spare

Paramonimos: Ancient Greek name
possibly derived from the word
paramone, meaning "constant, enduring,"
or composed of para "beside, beyond"
and the name Monimos "to be favorable, pleasing."
In ancient Greece there was a
slave contract known as the paramone;
though of limited duration,
it was the most restrictive type of slavery,
giving the master absolute rights.

Gender:

Male

Personality:

(This is what his old self used to be, him now will be
described after.)
Witty~
He is kind of witty but not overly.
He will make a smart remark but
he is not going to be super mean or anything
He is confident in himself though, but like stated
he knows boundries and respects them

Mean~
as a teenager he was kind of mean to others.
He seemed very mean spirited then and after about
a year he realized how rude and immature he had been.
He changed after that and lost this trait.

Daydreamer~
He was one of those day dreaming intelligent boys who
did give a care what others were trying to teach him
and would zone out constantly.
He would just day dream about anything and everything
He was usually happy about it too.

Creative~
He was very creative and could come up with some
brilliant ideas, that could stun anyone.
He was an amazing painter/drawer as well.
He could also write like it was nothing.
but as boys are he didn't use any of that knowledge
not at all.

~*~

(His personality now that he is a ghost.)

Sweet Sacrifice- Evanescence
It's true, we're all a little insane.
But it's so clear,
Now that I'm unchained.

Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds
but it's taking over all the time.

You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me.
Don't deny sweet sacrifice.

One day
I'm gonna forget your name,
And one sweet day,
you're gonna drown in my lost pain.

Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds
but it's taking over all the time.

You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
And oh you love to hate me, don't you, honey?
I'm your sacrifice.

(I dream in darkness
I sleep to die,
Erase the silence,
Erase my life.)

Do you wonder why you hate? (Our burning ashes,
Blacken the day)
Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes? (A world of nothingness,
Blow me away.)

You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me.
Don't deny.
Sweet sacrifice.

[LoneWolf-Gage]

[.Kat.]

Ok I am choosing the winners now