{+Hungry Mongrel+} Dhudhwa

September 20, 2009 - 7:38am — Bintaroung

.Congealed in a fetid swamp.

DHUDHWA

Stag
Asexual
(27)

{His thoughts}
"I'm not quite dead yet, creature"

Feel free to RP with Dhudhwa here

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{The Dam}
An indulgent and unstable being; troublesome shrew; bitter hag

Narcissism and obsession taint her moral fiber
A "love' so unmotherly and impure
She sought to keep the babe under her thumb…
a malleable mass of ignorance and innocence
Time can stand still for none…
That saccharine act fools none..

The babe grew alongside his awareness
She found she could not keep him tamed forever.
He grew bitter, frustrated and distant.
All too soon, she was abandoned once more.

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{The Sire}
A wandering Lothario with a ravenous libido… satyr among nymphs
Little is known about the stag
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{The Son}
He speaks... Baxter
A mangy cur, disheveled urchin…wild prince of the swamp

Dhudhwa is a prickly lackadaisical thing; a hidden temper of a feral
tom housed under the stamina of a slumbering ursine.

Childhood repression has leaked until adulthood, leading him to habitually
seek isolation, particularly among the familiar rushes of water…

Avians were his brothers and friends; feathered pests circling the beaming
sphere in the expanse above-vultures to the ticks and fleas immersed in
his sparse pelt. His relations were never ‘healthy’ often lending themselves to
symbiotic or obsessive bonds

Forever the mooncalf, he allows his conscious to slip beneath the surface
and dull his senses. His world is often muted-like sound traveling through
murky water; colors and shapes are often distorted.

He finds little that truly unnerves him, motivates him to shrink down in fear..

The babes of now make little sense to him.
He does not hate or wish ill of them,
but is rather indifferent to their nonsense.
He cannot grasp the concept of speaking to
them as children should be spoken to.

Fermented berries and poppies have become his vice

His mannerisms can seem quite foreign falling between the meridian of canine
and feline; he is not above an ecstatic roll in the grass or indulgent scratch behind the ear

Dhudhwa possess very little social etiquette; this handicap often leads him to speaking
rather crudely and frankly. To put it simply, he comes off as an ass, though it is rarely
his intent.

He is generally not a violent individual, but once his ire is roused he may
lash out and is typically unapologetic about it. His anger dissipates rather
quickly-gone like a flash..

For all his gruffnes, he is not immune to playful, rowdy bouts.

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Nine

Gone, baby, gone

Thatch

Drinking buddy. Punching bag. Venomous.
Their relationship is odd; hateful, argumentative
and mocking punctuated by moments of camaraderie.

Saosin
Old friend. Trusted companion. Security blanket.
One of the few individuals he willing seeks out, though it must be in solitude.