Biography
~Gunfire~
We loved beneath a foreign moon.
Sang songs from opposite places.
We hid in a lovers cocoon.
And shared our many faces.
But all for the break of a promise.
Two lovers lost their lives.
We waited for our love to calm us.
But for our selfish drives.
Hatred passed between us.
Chased our dreams away.
But O' for the break of a promise.
We were both lead astray.
Hands which used to hold.
Words we used to utter.
Those things we say, so cold.
But now hatred is what we mutter.
All the things we lost.
Upon that terrible night.
Now our hearts feel but frost.
Our love, a gunfight.
Guns go boom.
Strangely enough, the sounds of gunfire fell numb and cold upon his ears. There seemed to be some horrific peace which he alone held during this occasion. The hot winds fell upon a rough face, the gritty sand rubbing harshly like a cat against him. Peace? No, not peace, rather it was the cold heartbeat of fear one cannot waylay. No, he must bear the cold shock of ice running through his veins, this poison called fear.
He wasn't supposed to even be here. This was all a mistake. He wasn't their leader, he wasn't the man he was supposed to be. That had all been a play, a act, a facade. It had been pure genius... but now?
Now it was real. Just as real at the explosions ricocheting throughout the bunker. Just as real as the fact the bullets in his clip weren't fake. Just as real as the fact the gun in his hands was real, heavy, and hot. Now it was the fact he had to protect himself and his men. He had to survive... but he also had to ensure they stayed alive too. Their faces turned to him, gaunt and uncertain.
His cracked lips parted and the words came forth in a way he did not expect.
"It's now or never boys. Let's have a great night."
Breeding Info
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| Personality
-Tough
-Laid back
-Genius when it comes to manipulating and/or getting what he wants/needs
-Fearless
-Bold
-His "veapons" are his best friends
-Not sentimentally attached to anything
-His emotions, when present, are either hot or cold and very deadly
Preferences
"I have two words for you. Shut. Up."
Special Skills
{Editor's Note: If anyone gets the reference I made in the poem Gunfire, please PM me. Also, I might add please do not steal the poem. It is mine, written by me. It took me quite a bit of time as well. Thank you, Kai.}
Doing poetry commissions! They are free. Just PM me what you want and if you want it to rhyme. I have several examples available.
The Good: He's gorgeous in beta form, 35 rarity, short lined and with 26 talents. He's very nearly a hero.
The Bad: He's ugly in the alpha male form.
The Ugly: Nothing, no uglies. He's gorgeous.
Ships/Ship Name: Atývé, Avéchima
I want a pup from him. If you have one you're willing to give up please PM me!
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Fall 
Night Weather: 
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