Since you'd have to be an idot not to go for this litter, and I'm no idot, so i HAVE to go for one
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I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Ride intro - lanna del rey
|Live fast| |Die young| |Be wild| |And have fun|
I am Horneddragon; If you've followed the thread, you'd already know that.
The daeet I am applying for Is Theo's Butt
I am applying for her since I love her butt, and the internet told me to, its never wrong you know
No really; I had a long debate over what I would do, I've been in love with many of the daeets of this litter, and after looking over the many forms I cant bare to see female 01 go to anyone else but me :"D super selfish i know. But I have so many Ideas for his little girl. She is perfect in so many ways and that darling little sun <3. I missed out on one of theos rainbow litters once, I'm not doing it again son B|
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Name; The day I was born, my mother christened me with a name like no other Huitzilopochtli It was a fine name, and the daeets in the south never questioned her judgement; It was apparently the name of some pagan human sun god, fitting to my markings I suppose. As a kit i loved it; it was a mouthful, it was long, and it was me. Yet as I grew I began to fall from the path my mother set out for me. I was no longer her little sun, I was growing into a fully grown female daeet. The day I left them, I took a new name a new name to find my new life, I called myself Wren, The king of birds. With this name I was free to fly were ever the wind took me,In my mind there was no name that fit me more.
Basic info:
Name: Wren
Gender: Female
Age: 24 years
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Mate: None specified
Parents: Pa & Mother
Faction: born south; living North
Current Occupation: Living
I'm trying hard not to get into trouble but i gotta war inside my mind.
Wren is a bit rambunctious;She was born to two very common daeets in the South Faction, when she was younger she was like every other factioner, that is in public she was. Once she was home or away from the main hubub of the factions center she would laugh and sing and dance and exhibit traits and things that the quiet south faction looked down on. She was never one to follow the rules and norms of her faction; and instead at a young age she told her ma and pa goodbye one last time when she set her sights on the north faction, see she had had a kit hood dream to be a singer or a dancer, and she could see her dream as if it were a tangent thing just in front of her snout, one day she would dance and sing for the Queen and her subjects, she would be known, and she would be loved. As she traveled she met many an unusual character; and a few whom really set with her, daeets who called themselves 'free'. They were a group unlike any she had met before; they had no true home deciding instead to call home were ever they laid their heads at night. They traveled the Factions one by one never really settling down in one or another. As she traveled with these daeets she found she had never once felt more free in her life. She stayed with them for many months traveling and migrating meeting new daeets and seeing new sights everyday. The day they finally came to the North Faction, Wren almost died. She had been with these daeets for months on end, and those few months were the best days of her life. As she watched them wander off she felt a piece inside of her die and go with them.
The next few months that followed were filled with hardships and strife, she had joined the Bards collage in the grand north faction university; but that child hood dream of singing and dancing before the queen seemed a long way off. She began to struggle and barely could make ends meet. Truthfully I wish I could say that some grand rich daeet came to her aid and helped her achieve her dream, but this is not a story like that. Instead Wren fell into poverty and depression, as her dream collapsed around her she was thrown out of the collage and lost her home. Some say that she became a beggar and a wanderer on the streets of the north faction living in slummy run down sections of the capitol. Some also say that is was in this time that she was approached by old friends and other born south factioners who had known her as a kit, but shed never say much, see she was a proud daeet one whom saw no need to talk to those who looked down on you or did not understand your situation. She strove instead to find "her people" other daeets who's souls strove to be as free as her own did, other daeets who were cursed to be trod on by the greater public yet strove to change their lot in life who strove to be free.
She lived like this for years, wandering the streets wanting for some one to just stop and talk to her like the was a daeet agin not just scum, she almost gave up hope to ever find her people again; she had had the taste of the freedom she wanted for once, but that seemed like many centuries ago now. That was until the day a group of semi familiar daeets showed their faces in the North, she could almost cry with joy at the sight of those daeets she had ran with so long ago; and funnily enough they were all too happy to see her face once more. The enveloped her within their ranks and once again gave her a place, a life, a family. These were he people she was destined to forever walk the open pains and see the many untamed and unspoiled features and landscapes of Mackthor, the was no Faction daeet she was wild she was untameable she was free.
|Live fast| |Die young| |Be wild| |And have fun|
Wren is a girl who strives just to live. She is witty and rambunctious, and not afraid of anything. Though she is very petite in build she is not a daeet to be messed with, some say she has some mental problems mearly from the fact that she tends to go ver the top and over the edge when dealing with problems or unfavored situations. Regardless she is a very brave and masculine female daeet she is not very catty like most of her gender instead she is just fine with play fighting and romping with the males. Even Though her situations and lots in life has been hard.
Brave:
Many daeets are brave, but not many would run up to a rampaging bear and roar in its face. This is the kind of daeet that wren is. Though her bravery can be mistaken for big-headedness or stubbornness she is a forced to be reckoned with. She will romp with the males and is not a afraid to jump off a cliff into the waters below, her bravery makes her fun to be around in many ways, meaning that since she is not afraid of much, if not anything, she will do almost everything that is placed in front of her paws.
Unusual
Such a broad thing to place onto any one daeet but it is true, Wren is a very unusual daeet. She is not what one would all normal. She believes the belongs to no one yet she can tailor herself to fit to any situation. Some have christened her with the nickname ' the chameleon daeet' since she is so good at easing her self into any situation and getting along with any group of people no matter how boring she believes they.
Free:
Wren is free; she listens to no one she goes everywhere she tries everyone. She is not the type of daeet to get tied down by kits or kin. And she is prone to just up and leave the mates she sometimes takes. She is not the motherly type and is more of a nomadic daeet. She cant stand being bogged down by ties to other daeets and people alike and has and an odd need to flee from things like love and friendship. It is very hard to get 'close' to her thanks to her seeming instinctual need to just run and get away from the world.
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast, I am alone in the night
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the country America used to be.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
"I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride."
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fu**ing crazy.
But I am free.
Lanna del rey Ride~Were and How will this girl be used;
As always I'll put her in the archives and develop her. Truthfully my desire to do a form and decision to try for this girl was found in one of my favoret songs. It spoke of a person who just wanted to be free of all of life and be free to go and do what ever they want. I instantly wanted to make a daeet like this. and She is the one i know it. I'll cherish her like I do with all of my daeets and maybe one day breed her.And though I'm sure there are many more forms here more deserving of her if she is given to me know that I will never give her Up, I'll never let her fall off the map, and she will be amongst the ranks of those daeets i love above all others, I'll take care of her and make sure she does not rot like so many other forgotten daeets do. She will have a special place in both my character thread, my computer and my heart. <3
The song that inspired me to go for this round: Ride
