CRAQUOTTE

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[atrb=background,http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x399/Havocinthenight/Craquotte-Corrupttablebiomiddle.jpg] EVERYTHIN HIGH ••• the story of my life - Framing Hanley - 23 Days Poets Of The Fall - Roses ••• without you im nothing at all a n d l i f e h a s t h e f a c e o f a m o r b i d g a m e ღ YOUR KISS WAS THE PERFECT DRUG Craquotte ღ IT GAVE ME THE PERFECT HIGH Female ღ HOW CAN CHEATERS FALL IN LOVE ?? Tabby x Maine Coon ღ THEY ALL DESERVE TO DIE Straight ღ I NEED TO FEEL YOU AGAIN Four years ღ I NEED YOUR LIPS ON MY SKIN Class : Serf Monarchy : West IVE WALKED THE DISTANCE , IVE PAID MY DUES AND TRIED TO HAVE A GO AT WHAT I THOUGHT I KNEW WAS REAL IVE BEEN TO PLACES , IVE SEEN THE TIDINGS I BOUGHT A BOOK OF RULES FOR EVER COIN THAT I COULD STEAL AND SO I CAME TO GAZE UPON THE STARS WHEN THEY WERE YET UNBORN AND CONSEQUENTLY , TEAR AT MY OWN SCARS AND THE MASK I HAD OUTWORN ••• with you nothing seems impossible i t a l l s e e m s t o f i t t h e f r a m e

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••• FOR ONE NIGHT I COULD BE HER 23 inches tall , 9 pounds

••• OR I COULD BE BETTER A gorgeous composition of all kinds of grays , browns , whites , her fur is decorated by stripes. Her eyes are a deep blue green , changing on the light.

••• IN YOUR EYES Craquotte , like any other cat , has her pros and cons , related to looks this time , and of course , she isn't the best looking cat out there. In fact , you can definitely find many more cats that are much better looking than her. Nobody is perfect. However , Craquotte is definitely a sight for sore eyes. And you can be sure that she is quite pretty , and no one denies it , no matter how stubborn they are. Unless they are jealous , of course. Craquotte is a gorgeous Maine Coon , unique in her color and fur patterns. Her fur is double - coated , the bottom one being thick to keep in warmth and heat and the outer one , long - haired and weather resistant. When wet , her fur clings to her , which is very uncomfortable since her fur is thick and long , acting like another five pounds was added to her to drag around with her. Her underside , paws , and chest are a very delicate , creamy cocoa color , almost white. The rest of her fur is a wide variety of brown , sepia , tan , chestnut , and all sorts of blacks and browns. A decor of stripes and faint lines add a little extra something to the pelt , giving her a bigger chance of catching one's eye. Her eyes are large and a very strange , opaque color , which change from deep blue to light hazel and even green , depending on the angle of light. Massive white whiskers spike out from her short muzzle , and arch of her eyebrow , helping to guide her in the night and wherever she goes. Her voice , a tender , yet strong , smooth purr , seductive and captivating. Her head is in perfect proportion to her quitely massive body , her spine slender as it slopes out , reaching her tail , a long and very furry bundle. She is pretty large for a cat , being a Maine Coon , the largest of breeds , she is gracefull and yet , massive and powerful. Her very presence demands warning. When she walks , her pawsteps are careless and soft , not really paying mind to how she looks , but nevertheless , she is very beautiful at it anyway. Muscles bulge out from every part of her body , buff even for a female , due to all the training when younger.

••• Craquotte is not a cat to be underestimated or doubted. All throughout her kit hood , she was raised in a loving family , who sought to bring out the best in her and her brother. She received battle techniques and training from her mother , who was very skilled and powerful when coming into the field of battle. Craquotte is a strong fighter , fast counter attacks and mainly depends on her strength. She always lets her opponents attack first , sees their weak side , and attacks , as if feeding off their weaknesses. Hunting is also something she grew to like and love. Hunting sessions were received by her father , a powerful cat with a loving and competitive heart. Craquotte was very competitive herself , and strives to be perfect , so her cunning is far more advanced than most cats. She grew to learn to like water , because when it comes to survival , the creatures in the water may keep her belly full , no matter how uncomfortable it is. She is very wise when it comes to fending for one's self in the wild , and knows nature's weakness and strengths. Definitely not a cat to be messed with.

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•••I THOUGHT I SAW TOMORROW Craquotte likes roses. Lots of them. Pink , blue , white , yellow , and especially red roses. Red is her favorite color. She enjoys teasing and mocking others , gossiping , and avoiding long conversations. Males , sex , anything of the sort. Retrieving ...she likes to collect things. Being alone , she's not a people person , and prefers to just be around one or two people or so. Euphoria ...that high feeling she gets at the lucious smell of roses , she can't get enough of it.
•••NOW ALL I SEE IS WASTED TIME Crowds , oh god. She hates too much attention , or any at all. Being slightly claustrophobic , she never sleeps or stays in a crowded or small place , it makes her freak out. She dislikes loud noises , or irritating or annoying people. Even though she's the one who is always making fun of others , she HATES being laughed at. Any simple joke will make her spaz out , and be pissed off for the rest of the day , depending on the severity. She doesn't like kiss - ups , or goody - two shoes , and dislikes how nice they are ...positive canines ruin her pessimistic self.
•••CAN WE PRETEND ITS ALWAYS BEEN OKAY ?? Craquotte doesn't have many strengths , sadly to say. Her power and speed in the water however enables her to be a skilled swimmer and fisher. She is a very good hunter , and unlike most cats , she enjoys water. She will probably never go hungry , since she's also a good tracker. And that's pretty much it ...at least that's all I can think of.
•••WE NEVER LOST IT ALL , LOST IT ALL Now this is what she specializes in. Weakness ...she gives into it. She's a sex addict ...always selling herself out to the males. She enjoys it , but never sticks around for longer than a one night stand. Roses ...they're her drug. Hard to explain , but she's addicted to them , like a human would be addicted to smoking or crack. They give her a high feeling , and she turns into ...well , a slut. She can't help it ...which is why not many people can keep up with her fast life. Her snobby bitchy attitude makes her loose a lot of her friends , and guys never stick around for too long either. Her lack of determination doesn't get her very far , either. She's pretty much stuck in one place.
•••CAN WE PRETEND WE NEVER LET THIS FADE ?? Craquotte has many a habit to name. She has this little 'retriever' instinct of bringing back items ...but she has no one to bring them back to , so instead , she collects them. Random sticks of all shapes and sizes , seashells , branches even if she feels the power to move them. It's quite silly , but her instinct can't help itself. Well as mentioned before ...she's addicted to sex. Lots of it , especially when she's 'high' off roses. That's the most important. Her addiction to getting high off their scent is just as unhealthy as drugs to people. And she can never stop. Oh , and gossiping. She's always talking about people behind their backs , either truthfully or just for her amusement.
•••WE NEVER LOST IT ALL , LOST IT ALL Not very many secrets ...the main one is her addiction to roses. Some people , if curious or close enough to her , will find out eventually , so it's not really considered a secret if she doesn't care. However , her biggest secret is her fear of having kits , since her only kit had died earlier in her life.

FOR IF I STAY IT ALL HAPPENS IN MY OWN HAND

•••b i g m o u t h Craquotte is a very indiscreet and boastful person , who can never really learn how to keep her mouth shut. No , I don't mean that she talks endlessly on and on about random things that don't relate to anything at all. No , Cor is different. She has the tendency to speak the blant truth. She doesn't care if it hurts people or causes disturbances , or if no one is talking to her or if no one even cares about what she is saying , which is most of the time. She will speak what she thinks , without further delay or a second thought. She is the typical canine who says unnecessary things in an offensive and tactless way. If she overhears something , she will definately say what she feels about the topic or gossip. She only speaks the truth , however , and like most of us know , truth hurts. So often , she looses many friends and alliances because she doesn't know her own limitations and respect. Many look down upon her , and she doesn't care. What does she got to loose , anyway ?? Nothing. So she speaks her mind , and this often causes rumors to go around. Whatever is on her mouth , she will say it , with no remorse for another's feelings or that she may cause others to turn against her. She clearly does not give a damn , and so speaks what she believes to be the truth. At least she doesn't lie , right ?? Why would she have to lie if she can tell the truth and get away with hurting the other anyway ??
•••s t i n g y Craquotte lacks in generosity and kindness, Sharing is something she would very likely never do , ever , just because. She hates to somehow, and this trait for craving , wanting , needing things appeared after she became addicted to roses. She is gumptious and meager for her wants and needs , and what she wants will become what she needs. And she will find some way to get it or another. Craquotte would never be considered the most selfish canine out there , but she can be quite the stingy canine , whether by trying or just because that is the way she is. Her world is consumed in excessive selfish desires to acquire and posses more, more more more , there is always room for more. She has an avaracious need for whatever is on her mind , whether it be something she needs to say or something she wants from someone. Nothing can stand in her way , and she can always weave her way around obstacles to grasp her stingy paws around her goals. Her immoderately desires of acquiring often gets her more than she can swallow , but it doesn't matter. Nothing is too much to not have for Craquotte. The desire to gain and conquer others makes her an impossible target , and a very strong obstacle for others. If she doesn't get what she wants , she will probably through a huge fit and try and hurt someone , or herself , which is more likely. Her craving of materialistic things is probably more vital , however , due to her habit of collecting things.
•••r e j e c t s c h a n g e Change , the entire transformation to make or become another substance or being , is not something Craquotte takes kindly to. It isn't to her taste , and she'd rather not deal with any hint of change in her life. She's had too much of it all at once , and hates it , from the deepest core of her empty heart , she hates change. Any kind , whether it be a change in the weather or a change of plans , she will immediately dismiss it as inappropriate and inadequate to her. If someone tries to change her , she will refuse to do so in every which way she can , and may even through a fit. Craquotte has a tendency at refusing to accept or acknowledge change , and shuns it away from her life. She has her own routines , and what she is used to do makes her much more comfortable and content in her daily life. She does not have a flexible personality , and any sudden change or unexpected event has a great affect on her emotional stability ; or I can just say she becomes a little ... messed up in the head , at least for a short while until she gets used to it again and adapts to it over time. She deems that change is wrong , rejects it with contempt , and dissmisses it in any way she can. Changing her personality , her manners and ways , or anything about her isn't impossible , but it is extremely difficult to achieve. However , she will probably never develop herself to others' expectations , since she is frozen in her world of being high and alone.
•••l o n e l y Craquotte , no matter how stubborn and reluctant to admit , is a very lonely dog. She lives a very remote life , and to be honest , she hates it. She can never stick to one friend , and everyone around her dislikes her ways and know she can never change , so they never stick around to find out. She is hopeless with love , and is pretty much a hundred percent sure she will never feel it again , for anyone except her brother. Her kind and compassionate side had faded when her parents died , and ripped away from her when her one and only mate killed her one and only daughter , Audrey. Her trait to be characterized by preferred solitude often makes her a subject criticism , and others usually taunt , laugh , and make fun of her for being such a loner. Rumors are often spread about her , which are true , some exaggerated , and some just complete nonsense. She hides behind a wall of shame and guilt , and shuns everyone away , pretending not to care that others hate and look down upon her. She's a pathetic creature , who is pretty much convinced that she will never be loved at all , and all the love she experienced in her life is gone forever.
•••u n t r u s t w o r t h y Craquotte is corrupt in alot of what she says , and she acts in a way not expressing the truth and straying away from trust. She is very wary of strangers , and always keeps at least one eye open around them , even if they seem harmless. She will always have her doubts on everyone she meets , because she has learned to not completely trust a single soul. Gaining a good amount of contentment from her will be very difficult , and having her be comfortable around you enough to open up will be even harder , though , it is not impossible. She will lie many more times in her life than she should , and she can seem to be incredibly untrustworthy , but only makes herself appear to be. Secrets are very valuable to him , which is why she will probably never open up to anyone besides her brother. Craquotteis a compulsive , irresistible loud mouth , and will trick and mislead you into her web of 'truth'. She will be false and dishonest to anyone and can make anyone turn against each other , just by speaking the blant truth. She is a very cunning one too , as if all she lived for is making others miserable. Her mind has complexed itself into developing cruel beguilement and subterfuge acts to propagate beliefs that are too true into another's mind. It is almost impossible to know if she is telling the truth or not , which she will probably do almost all of the time. Her sly bluffing can employ distractions , camoflauge and conceal what she needs to keep hidden. This often leads to feelings of betrayal and distrust between relational partners and alliances in her life , which she thinks she can do just fine without ; when really she is suffering because of it. Most people expect friends , relational partners , and even strangers to be truthful most of the time , which is not the case for Craquotte. If people expected most conversations to be untruthful , talking and communicating with others would require distraction and misdirection to acquire reliable information , which is exactly what she does. She thinks everyone is most likely going to lie to her , so she acts in a sly and decieving way to trick others into saying something wrong , which is what she needs to hear. Don't let this trait decieve you , it is quite ironic that she uses this trait to decieve herself into thinking she is this way.
•••s h o r t t e m p e r Any little word or slight comment can drive Euphoria off the walls. She has a very , very short temper , and hates to be judged. The smallest of things can really irritate her, when typically she is more of a fan of internal bitching and gossipping , if you really piss her off then you'll have to face her anger and complaining. Even her brother can piss her off in a split second , something he has learned to live with and watch out for. A short fuse was something she had developed after life went downhill with the murder of her kit , and she can never take a joke. Honestly, she quite enjoys having a fiery temper, it motivates her to stand up for herself and ignites the rebellious side ; something which she finds to be a helpful aspect of her personality , even though it is the opposite. Being sensitive by others' emotions , she can easily radiate her anger out on others , and hurt them as well as hurt herself. However , her short temper doesn't get her very far with friends , either. Usually , the worst you can get from pissing her off is having a horrible rumor spread about you , and it is usually true. If she cannot find a way to humiliate you , she'll make up a lie , which is even worse.
•••p e s s i m i s t i c Craquotte is a downer , a very sad and depressing soul about her. A party pooper , she will ruin all and any of your dreams right before your eyes , and crush them in her paws. Tell her a daydream or a bedtime story , and she will mope and scorn and express it's bad side and horrible result. Craquotte has a very negative outlook on life , always expecting the worst possible outcome to attack her. She has no faith , no hope , and the feelings that something will always turn out badly haunts her dearly. And soon enough , something bad does in fact happen. She is in a state of mind which negatively colors the perception of life , especially with regard to future events , and a general disposition to look on the dark side and to expect the worst in all things. She just doesn't trust herself or anyone else and doesn't know what could happen next. She has a slight fear of the future , which is why she doesn't like thinking about it. The glass is always half empty for her. You can probably see why no one would like to be around such a miserable canine , and being such a bad influence on others makes her an even worse companion. She has this feeling of strong hopelessness in her life , and since life only gives her lemons , it makes sense to be feeling in such a way. She hates life , and would rather be relieved of it , if she could.
•••b l a m e s o t h e r s Craquotte has this ...habit of blaming others. She has this mental wall that shields and shuns her away from taking responsibility for herself and taking the blame when it is her fault of doing something wrong. She just can't take the blame , whether she has caused the disruption or not , she can't seem to blame herself or take responsibility for the action. Too long in her life she has blamed herself , in fact , she blames herself for everything horrible that has gone in her life. The loss of her parents , her kitten , her addiction , and even the reason her mate went insane , she all blames herself. So , that is probably why she doesn't like to be convicted of something , even though it was probably her that did it. So , instead , she assigns the responsibility of a fault or wrong to whoever would most likely have done so , besides her. She then lies , and manipulates others to believe her. After all , since all she ever does is tell the truth , why wouldn't they believe her when she is accusing another of doing something ?? One would never know , which is why she can get away with pretty much anything. This all comes back around to her in the end however , and eventually , people hate her more than they do already. She doesn't care about her reputation , like I said , she's got nothing to loose.
•••l o w s e l f e s t e e m Craquotte's sense of self - importance is very low , VERY , low. As low as you can imagine. After all , who would be proud of having such a miserable life as she does ?? No one , and she wouldn't either. She has no self esteem whatsoever , and thinks very low of herself. In fact , she thinks of herself as a waste of a life form and is only put in this world to be punished , a waste of oxygen in the world. She's useless , hopeless , pathetic , and just plain disgusting. Or , at least that's what she thinks she is. Having such low self importance makes her a subject of a lot of teasing , which she pretends to ignore , when really , it just makes her feel worse about herself. No matter how many compliments she receives ( mostly from her brother ) no one can ever change her mind , at least , that is what she believes. She hates everyone , and everyone hates her. Her reality testing and sense of personal identity makes her a pathetic figure , and really just a zombie cat.
•••a d d i c t i o n This is pretty much covered. I'm pretty damn sure you already know what she is addicted to , and if not , you either have not really read her bio or you are just plain ...stupid. It is all over the place , son , and you should open up your eyes. Well , sadly , Craquotte is addicted to Roses. Lots of roses , tons of roses , any rose , all the colors and sorts of the world , she just loves them all. She cant get enough of them , and probably never will. It is actually a type of allergy she has with the flower , which burns her nostrils and goes to her brain , numbing any feeling and sense of lucidity she may have. When inhaling a whiff of the rose , after a couple of minutes , her vision becomes blurry and fogged up , and her sense of balance is horrible. She walks like a drunk person , and talks as if she's off in another world. And she loves it. It is her sense of euphoria that she just can't get enough of. It's her way of forgetting everything and everyone in the world and just flowing with the wind , high , high up , and then crashing down when it wears off ...just like her life always does. Life is a roller coaster , and the more she inhales , the more she can forget , or , at least for a good amount of time. Nothing can ever really make her forget her past ...
•••l a z y Craquotte has a horrible habit of being lazy. She gives pretty much no effort in the will to work or be active in her life , and would rather just sit and mope all day. She is extremely unwilling to work or do something for the better good of herself or others , and would rather be a couch potato. Any use of energy is a waste to her , and since she is already a bag of useless oxygen , why make it worse and run around like a dumb ass ?? You can clearly characterize her by the lack of effort or activity she gives in her life , and could rather care less for everyone else , and herself. She just doesnt care , and it is even worse when she is 'high' off roses. She literally follows people around and tries to make their life miserable , just like hers , and enjoys it. However , she loves to hunt , and always will , due to her wild instincts , she could run around all day chasing ducks and squirrels. However , she lets no one know , because of her stubbornness , she'd think others think she is weak. So when she is alone hunting for herself or playfighting with her brother , she won't admit , but she loves it.
•••s o l i t a r y The entire idea of friendship is strange to her. Probably the closest person she has ever had to her that is still alive is her brother Fayde. She never had any true family or friends, and so when dogs wander around speaking of good friends , mates , and family members , Craquotte simply doesn't understand. The simple idea of having someone to speak to all the time seems almost silly to her. Love is a foreign word to her , and she really doesn't understand the meaning of it. She's simply little more than a confused , almost emotionless stray. And this will be explained on her history. This absence of a compassionate heart and knowing the meaning of Love comes from her harsh past , and the only love she will ever have for anyone is her brother Fayde , unless someone comes and changes that , which will be quite the task. Craquotte can pretty much be described as an emotionless , empty shell of a feline , roaming the city like a zombie , with the lowest expectations. She lives a pretty damn solitary life , with no one to depend upon and living only for herself , and her brother. Her world is secluded and isolated away from the rest of the world , and it is pretty depressing. She is deprived of a social life , and if any at all , it is probably when she is high and letting her body be used for the males. She lacks friendships or companionships for any length of time , since those around her would rather not be influenced at such a low cat.
•••r e b e l Craquotte thinks everything she does is right and should be followed , which gives her a very independent , bold nature of doing what her mind tempts her into doing. She always tries to find an excuse to resist authority or a higher power , and is disaffected and discontented toward the supreme holder of power ; which is why she is determined to be the only one in charge , giving all the orders. However , she hates attention , so she'd rather not do so. Her rebellious ways are unique in the way she brings them about , and her refusal of obedience and order may become very irritating. It may , therefore , be seen as encompassing a range of behaviors from civil disobedience and mass nonviolent resistance , to violent and organized attempts to destroy an established authority such as a pack or whoever is giving her orders. She loves to see corruption and chaos when felines turn against each other , so she sticks around until everyone hates each other and moves on , to do the same with another group. She always tries to find a way to counter an arguement , further extend a dispute , or seek out another comment to continue the situation. Craquotte is defiant , with intentionally contemptuous behavior and attitude , and a strong nature of insubordination ; not giving in or submitting to others. She won't take no for an answer, and will be very bratty about it.

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p a i n t m e t h e c o l o r s of s k y & r a i n

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•••TIMES NOT MUCH OF A FRIEND Dame: Tabby, deceased Sire: Maine Coon, deceased
•••AFTER 23 DAYS Fayde : Alive
•••MY PATIENCE HAS REACHED ITS END No lovers
•••BUT I'D TAKE YOU BACK ANYWAY Audrey : deceased. No kits
•••HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF Depressing story

•••HOLD YOUR BREATH Born in an old , shack - like , abandoned barn , two kittens were birthed from Tabby parents. They were loved and cared for willingly and compassionately. Their father would leave for a hunting session , maybe take a couple days , but would always come back with something to eat , even if it was just a squirrel or two. Prey was uncommon , so they had to watch their food supply. Sometimes he would get lucky and drag a small beaver back to the barn , and they would be filled and the pups a surplus of milk. The pups grew together , happy and alive , not as healthy and plump as they should be , but satisfied. One male , named Fayde , and the other female , named Craquotte. Their mother continued to care and teach them all she knew. Eventually , the male kit was old enough to learn some hunting tricks. His father would take his son out with him , giving him all the techniques and secrets he knew to take down game. He loved his father and their hunting sessions together. The mother and Craquotte stayed back at the barn , guarding it from wolves or pesky rats. While her brother learned how to hunt , she was learning how to defend herself and a couple fighting moves. They were now six months old , and they switched off. Fayde would stay back at camp , protecting it and learning battle moves , while Craquotte became a master at hunting game.

A year passed. The kits were now a year old , healthy and strong , able to care for themselves. And even though everything seemed perfect ...it was about to head for the worst.

Winter came , bringing with it a horrible sickness. All the prey in the forest nearby the farm became infected with a contagious disease. However , it took a week to realize this. The meatiest and plumpest of the fawn was caught , with it brought the worst of the sickness. The father and mother ate out of the fawn quickly , and a couple minutes later , instantly began to vomit everything out. Craquotte grew horrified at the sight , watching stunned as her brother tried to help. They continued to vomit , over and over , until there was no food to vomit. So they vomited blood , lots of it , clumps of it. This continued for the rest of the day. The two mates were weary and hungry , but if any of them ate , they would experience the same fat. For the first time in her life , Craquotte was hopeless. Not Fayde , however. He brought them water every couple of hours , and cared and groomed them. Not that it helped much , they would just vomit the water out , too. But the grooming calmed them.

Their mother and father grew worse the next day. They were pale , their pelt color no longer rich in color. Their eyes were dull and glazed over , as if they were already dead. Craquotte didn't know what to do ...she helped with water , but it didnt seem to help. It then reached a point the two couldn't even lap up water. At sunhigh , their father's breathing slowed , their mother could barely breathe at all. They were dieing , the two of them , slowly and painfully. And the two siblings sat there , watching their parents die by the minute , unable to do nothing about it.

By six that night , the second day of the sickness , the two parents were put to bed on a large haystack in the barn. The two massive doors of the structure were wide open , allowing the soft light of the moon carress their faces. Their children stood side by side , unable to shed another tear. The minutes passed , their eyes closed , and their sides heaved heavily one last time. Exhaling out in a sort of relief , their hearts no longer quivered , their muscles relaxed , and the pain went away forever.

Fayde and Craquotte stayed one last night , howling in mourn to their parents.

The next morning , they left that plagued place. Left for good , and traveled together into the opposite direction , away from that damned place. Never to return.

Once they finally caught some prey , food had never tasted better.

•••YOU MAKE THE PERFECT SOUNDS The two siblings went on , living their lives together in a sad , quiet harmony. Hunting , eating , traveling , sleeping , fighting together for the sake of their lives. Life was tough , especially out in a barren world. They were only a year and a half old , still quite kitten and playful like to each other.

Then came the day they discovered the abandoned city ...
The first thing they saw , was a massive man made structure , with many windows and rooms and a large yard in front of it. It was huge , like a castle , in fact , it was. Massive pastures and land spread out and out , long into the distance reaching the sea and rivers. The place reeked of ancient disease , death , and many , very MANY cats ...

They explored the city for about a week , then , Fayde decided to go on his own way. Craquotte hated to see her only family leave , but he promised to stay within the area , not very far , just enough so that he could begin living his own life. They agreed to meet up one another after two years , in the very place they arrived. And so they went , walking opposite directions. Inside , Craquotte was desperate and hopelessly crying , but they acted emotionless toward the departure , as if the death of their parents had taken all their tears with them.

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Craquotte was now Two years of age. She was living well , now with a partner to call hers. Her mate , who was named Clyde. They lived together for many months , and eventually Craquotte became pregnant. She was the happiest mother alive when she gave birth to a single kit. She was a gorgeous Tabby mix , plump and healthy and squirming with life. Craquotte couldn't be more amazed at how much love she had for a single creature which she gave birth to.

A week later , Craquotte began to worry. Her mate had been returning to their little dwelling quite late , and she didn't really think it was a problem until now. His excuse : he was hunting. But sometimes he never brought back prey ... prey couldn't be THAT scarce ... could it ??

She began to run out of milk , and her kit , Audrey , was beginning to complain. She was forced to leave the kit in the little den they made , alone , but safely isolated from harm , unless another feline or predator found her , which was unlikely. So she set out reluctantly , into the city. She wandered for a while , tracking the faint scent of a stray beaver. The scent trail led her into a forest , a majestic place , with a beautiful river running through it. Eventually , her target was there , busily chewing away at a tree trunk. She wasted no time , and leapt forth , her large paws toppling the creature over before it tried to scram away into the river. Her powerfully trained jaws closed down on its neck , and it gave a frightened shriek before it was silenced. She wolfed it down hungrily , all to herself. She hadn't felt this hungry since ...

She growled and shook the thought away , pacing back the way she came. The memories of her past were something she forced into the back of her mind , not enough to forget , just enough to not think about. It was her way of dealing with things ...pushing everything away. On her way back home , many thoughts crossed her mind , if her mate was ever coming back tonight , if her one and only pup was okay , when she was going to see her brother again ...

The female arrived at her home finally. It was eeringly quiet ...too quiet. She didn't hear the hungry yelps of her kit , and there were no birds singing in the trees above. She lowered her head to the ground and sniffed : blood. There was a fresh , dark red blood trail leading to the inside of her den. And unfortunately , it smelled familiar. Her large brown eyes widened larger than an owl's , and she cautiously approached the black , gaping mouth of the den. She stopped there , her long , brown striped fur bristled with anxiety. Her heart raced in her chest , her head began to pound. The suspense was killing her. So she let curiosity , and the sake of the safety of her kit , to lead her frame into the throat - like den.

The scene was horrible ...

The dirt walls of the small den were splattered with blood. On the floor , you could see long red marks as if something was being dragged across the ground everywhere. Clearly there was sign of a struggle ...or more like whoever had done this had enjoyed and played with his victim. It reeked here , of death and that strange rusty scent of blood and of the two beings that lay there.

In the center of the floor of the den , lay a small , young , mangled body. One of its forelegs lay askew a couple feet away , its head was twisted in an impossible position , its body lay awkwardly and broken and torn apart. Some organs remained on the floor ...a kidney , half a lung. The kit's head was flat , as if stepped on on purpose to shatter the skull. The eyes had a glazed over look of horror and unimaginable pain , its maw crooked with a couple of broken teeth. Blood trickled out of its nose , eyes , and everywhere.

Standing over the body was a larger body , a massive tabby , once golden but now stained with a coat of red. He seemed not to have noticed the female that has entered the scene , and instead was busily chewing away at the body he had just killed. Craquotte was mentally and physically shocked to the highest extreme as she realized the dead body was her one and only pup ...her precious , hungry , once life and healthy kit , Audrey. The male who had killed her , who was now satisfactorily lapping up the warm blood , was the one she had come to love and adore. Her beloved mate Clyde , the father of her kit , had killed his only daughter.

There were no words to what could describe her bewilderment. There was no strength left in her to mention a name or cry of help or worry , there was no such thing. Craquotte stood there tensely , her massive watering eyes locked on the two creatures she loved the most in this world , other than her brother of course. Now , there was no kit left to comfort and raise. Her life had been literally ripped away from her. Now , there was no mate to accompany her in her worst and best of times. There was no such thing as happiness. Craquotte's sense of trust and love were discarded and forgotten , and what she could only imagine now was that horrible sense of emptiness.

Adrenaline took over her , and she let out a horrible scream. Something within her had snapped , and she howled out like an insane lion. Clyde whipped his head to look at the female , and he stood , blood of his murdered daughter dripping from his maw. Craquotte gave a massive leap across the den and hurled herself at him , and they tumbled into the wall. The side of her face slammed into the dirt wall roughly and she couldn't cry out , for Clyde's massive paw was on her neck , and somehow he was on top. His eyes blazed with an intensity of a madman , and he gave out a hiss - like growl near her face. Craquotte gave a whimper as she began to choke , but instinct and the will to live managed to let her kick him off of her and she scrambled up. He skitted on the ground in surprise , and stood only to be knocked over again.

The two fought for hours , until they were both exhausted of blood and energy to continue. Euphoria collapsed on the ground in submission , her eyes looking deep into the horrified look of her dead daughter lying a couple of inches away. Clyde took the chance and pinned her , his snarl horrible as he hissed. "How would you like to have the same fate as our beautiful little kit hm ?? I think she looks a lot healthier now , a nice color to her bland white pelt , don't you think ??" his words were like a sword slicing against ice. She gave another yelp as he continued. "It would be even lovlier against your pelt , my love. However , death would be the easy way out. You deserve to live in a cowardly wasteland of a life , alone and pathetic , just as you always have been !" he spat , snarling with amusement in her face. "Now , when I let you go , you will leave this place , and hope to the Devil that I may never find you alive again , or I'll make sure you die slowly. Now go back to your suck - up of a brother ! Leave you stupid bitch !" And with that , he released his grip on her and shoved her up , snapping loudly at her hide. Craquotte scrambled to her feet and ducked out of the den , running , far into the city , bloody and wounded , and never looked back.

From then on , Craquotte's life was a disaster. She lived in solitude , alone and cold every day. She would spend the days by herself mostly , hunting when she had the motivation and just pulling herself about. She wandered , wandered and wandered , on and on. Craquotte had become an empty shell of an animal , barely alive , zombie - like even. She didn't even eat. Not that she couldn't find food , just that she chose not to. Life to her was meaningless , a waste of time , a punishment.

That's when her addiction began.

Roses are beautiful , aren't they ?? Delicate with their soft petals , yet rich and strong in color , plentiful and well packed together in a gorgeous bud. So beautiful , yet , so dangerous , with its many sharp thorns to keep threat away. Craquotte found a peculiar liking to them , and began to collect them. She'd stare at a rose bush for hours on end , captivated by the swirling petals and drawn into its color. One day , she drew too close , and took in a whiff. Who knew a little whiff of such a flower could end up being just as addicting as cocaine ??

Well , that was the case for Craquotte. Her depression and misery was killing her , but now , she found a way to get rid of it all. Forget her past , forget everyone , and just ...forget everything. When she took in that first scent , it burned her nose. Odd as it was , the tabby had a slight ...allergy , to the flower. An allergy that didn't hurt or kill her , but gave her a sense of euphoria , a high feeling. After a couple of minutes of inhaling its perfume , her vision would become blurry and her sense of lucidity , bland. She would do stupid things , and didn't care about it. However , the next day , she would get a horrible headache from all of this , yet , she continued to smell and smell away. The roses were her antidote to life , and opened up a new side of her.

She began to crave things that she had never craved before. Sex , that high feeling , the sense of wind and adrenaline , and of course , roses. Lots of it , she couldn't get enough. She finally had a distraction for life , whenever she felt upset or deprived of , she'd bury herself in a pile of roses and smell them until she could barely see or walk straight. The felines she met began to realize something was definitley wrong with this girl , and they began to draw away from her. Any friends she had wouldn't stay for too long , and the only company she got was from males , which were usually just for the night.

Life as she knew it wasn't going anywhere. She hasn't moved on , and probably never will. Love ?? There's no such thing. The only love she had for anyone was for her brother , who now accompanied her after he found her passed out in the middle of the street.

•••THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS MADE OF Elderly life , yet to come !

AND BABY YOU'VE BEEN MISSING OUT

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teach me to speak with their voices
s h o w m e t h e w a y a n d i l l t r y a g a i n

let's reintroduce our s h a d o w s

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•••WATCH THEM BECOME ONE Corrupt , Corr
•••THIS ROOM IS OUT OF OXYGEN Roleplaying for 4 years , but i stopped for two years because the other site i was on shut down , and im starting up again
•••AND IM NOT NEARLY DONE No other characters
•••THE FAMILIAR TASTE OF YOUR BODY Hopefully this bio is enough

IS HOW I KNOW THIS IS RIGHT
IM NOT WORRIED ABOUT TOMORROW

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