Post by damien on Mar 23, 2012 1:24:36 GMT -5
Life has a way of making other plans
Since the launch of the Toy Soldier, Damien evolved into a phantom within the district that surrounds Sulfur Alley. An essence writhing through melancholy and decadence, a lonesome creature that haunts this alley way and its local establishments aimlessly as though he is searching for some remnant of his past life amongst the trash and the skeletal dead which still loiters there in rancid decay. Maybe searching for something mortal, something perishable to divulge in, something that could possibly end this listless limbo in which he suffers constantly in. It's just complicated for anyone to assume what his real motives are.
Technically the Belgian Shepard avoids others the best he can if the circumstances allows it.
Even though his entire attitude is grim and often stoic, for those who can manage to remain around him long enough, will find his industrious ways a benefit , being that he can often get into things and places with ease. Apparently being a seeing eye dog has its perks.
I said baby can I make it all ok
He doesn't think about mates very often ,as it seems, he is too set in his ways and it'd take a very stubborn and persistent female to get through that hardened exterior of his, but once a female has his feral heart, he will miserably do his best to keep her protected and safe. Miserable because of the guil for the way he may mistreat heart,and fear for the possibility of losing her like he did his master and angry for having to take care of another being besides himself when he feels like he can't even take care o his own needs .
Think of Damien as the Sweeney Todd of the dogy world.
Like the devil and the lord wanted my soul
Enemies are likely to happen along the way, for this reason he tries his best to avoid trouble since he suspects that it's likely that he will become out numbered when facing a nemesis, but when he is cornered he will not hesitate to stand his own ground and show his teeth and snap his maw carnally when needed.There's a suspicion that a pack will never accept him let alone protect his wiry ,underweight and mangy ass.
I bought a rifle and black gloves without a name
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Being friends with someone doesn't come naturally for this stray loner. The last friend he had was named Nacho, a small little sable Chihuahua who constantly shook uncontrollably as though the pint sized thing was cold or knew he was in the face of death. Maybe he was??? The one thing that amused Damien when it came to Nacho was the everlasting expression of fear engraved on the small dogs face, bugged eyed and all. Nacho lasted an entire week before he became lunch. The death had been quick, just one bite to fill Damien's maw until the Chihuahua's spine popped and snapped. It took only two swallows to finish him. Maybe Nacho didn't take it seriously when Damien had advised him that it was a dog eat dog world.
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Friendship is just a very valuable thing to Damien when he finds a worthy enough companionship and doesn't take it very lightly.He seems to weigh everything with a heavy heart and conscience.
She called the cops and said I was a crazy man
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Sooo this is my plot page....I really hope you enjoyed it.
As a typist I'm very easy going, dedicated
I'm really rusty at writing since I've taken a good year and a half off, but excited to see what happens and most of all excited to write with everyone and anyone.
I mirror length, and sometimes more but never less than what I am getting back. Thank you so much for taking interest in Damien and reading this and I hope to see you on the flip side!!!!
Credits: Lyrics to this song by Vast. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3vrkOqo8A8&feature=related
