Post by Hollowsong on Jul 23, 2013 6:09:17 GMT
Break my heart I'll break your FACE
B A S I C S
.:Name:.
Hollowsong
.:Alias:.
Hollow/Holly
.:Gender:.
She-cat
.:Breed:.
Bengal/Siamese
.:Clan:.
Windclan
.:Rank:.
Deputy [For now]
.:Physical Status:.
Decently healthy, no noticeable wounds, other than a bent tail and a half-ear.
.:Mental Status:.
Fully sane, emotion levels are high.
R E L A T I O N S
Eff Yew | Distrusted | Unsure | Acquainted | Friends | Best Buds | Love | Related | Crush | Mate
Larkstar
Remy [Dead]
Insanityflare
Jasper
D E S C R I P T I O N
.:Coat Type:.
Short, but plush
.:Coat Markings:.
Stripes and rings, some spots here and there
.:Coat Coloration:.
Dark, dark brown, white and black
.:Eye Color:.
Sparkly blue~ ono
.:Scent:.
Vanilla and ash
.:Voice:.
She's the Rose Tyler of kitties
.:Personality:.
Hollow is a very shy, yet friendly sport. She won't normally speak unless spoken to, and when you get her talking she won't shut up.
Many have referred to her as kit-like playful, until you've met her bad side. Once you piss her off, she is a tiny tyrant with big claws and a snappy set of teeth. Watch out gurl.
H I S T O R Y
Like all gay stories, this one starts with a simple Once Upon A Time
I'm not going into great detail about my life, you don't need to know all of the tits and bits about what went on, but I'll give you the main idea since you just HAVE to know.
My mother was a simple she-cat, just a barn kitty that never got in anyone's way. She gave birth two three kits, two of them dying upon the first day, one of them living. That one was me, of course, I'm alive to tell you this story, aren't I?
Anyways.
That little brunette kitten grew up shy, but adventurous. Too adventurous if I might add..
It was dark, to say the least, very dark. I was bored, I could clearly remember.
I decided that day to take a little walk in the woods, where my mother would never let me go.
I can see now why I was never allowed there.
The first few minutes were fine, I was seeing so many new sights, hearing new sounds, new smells.
But it all took a turn for the worst. I took a wrong turn. A horrible turn.
Before I knew it, four toms were blocking my exits, keeping me solitary. I couldn't move, all I could see were their eyes, those lifeless eyes that held the soulless capacity of a demon.
The moment I moved, they struck me down.
I recollect waking up groggy, rather dazed and confused at best.
I was in a dark den, a cave, it was moist, I could smell blood and fragments of fur left behind by other.. other prisoners?
My heart set in a panic, I could feel it beating against my chest like the trampling hooves of a horse. Where the hell was I?
Or perhaps, I should say, I was in hell.
An hour passed by before someone took the time to visit their captive. It was the leading tom, a mottled brute with stabbing grey eyes. He chuckled something evil and dragged me out by the scruff into a clearing.
All four of them were there, I couldn't move, what could I do? Fight them? There was no chance.
No rebellious moves, no resisting, just a limp body in the jaws of death.
A year?
It was a year, wasn't it?
It's been a year, a year of this torture, a year of it all, I've been in this den for so long, the scratches on the walls are only marks of the days, made by the claws of an innocent girl.
I'm innocent.
Remember that phrase.
slit
Remember that phrase, I'm innocent. I'm innocent.
The brunette fae stood over the four lifeless bodies, her blue optics faltering with tears, her pelt splattered with a dangerous crimson color.
Her gaze was stern, her jaw set, her audits pulled back against her cranium, her crooked tail lashing back and forth too fast, so fast. "Innocent."
She hissed into the air, turning away to walk out of the den that kept her prisoner for so long.
-TO BE CONTINUED-