Do you [KNOW] who I am?!

[[Taboo.]

TABOO’S LOG

Who am I?! Kira
What do I go by?! Ki, Kiki, Tab, Tabs, Taboo, Tabby

What an I?! Female
How old am I?! 19

My birthday?! August 8, 1991
My Zodiac?! Born in the year of the sheep, star sign Leo (lion and the lamb haha), day of the role players

The characters?!

Taboo;; Female;; Garra;; Single
Cyrus;; Male;; Iberian Wolf;; Single
Loveless;; Female;; Timber Wolf;; Single

[[Taboo.]

”I love you from the bottom of my heart… but hate you so much I can‘t stand it.”



What I’ve left behind?! Lorelei
Forever damned?! Taboo
Do you hear my cry?! Loca - Shikira

How long have I been here?! 3 years
My curse?! Female
My molding?! Garra

Where do I stand?! Aracnia
What is my cause?! Beta Female

You’ll never believe the truth:

Lorelei born and raised normally… or at least as normal as the breed can be. She had all the right parts: her lupine body and features… and the beastly color of her pelt and strange color of her optics. As far as the breed goes, there was nothing really peculiar about her.

Her mother was a Garra named Moshka, again no different from any other. However, ‘mother’ was a relative term… Moshka was a beast, true and to the point, one not accustomed to rearing young, so the fact that she didn’t abandon her babies and they actually learned enough from watching her to survive was enough to make her a fairly good one, Lorelei supposed. After all, life had so many things fighting against it even before birth that it was amazing that all three of the siblings had made it to adulthood together.

The younger years of the vixen’s life had been spent quietly, albeit dangerously. Growing with only her mother and siblings in the land belonging to the beasts, one couldn’t afford the luxuries that others had in their close knit groups. It was one of the reasons they were treated so differently from the normal wolves while in their company, she supposed, for out within in the wilder parts, one had to become more beast than anything; it was the only way to keep on living.

But that didn’t keep Lorelei and her siblings from having wild adventures that, more often than not, had led them into close contact with the packs. She had even run across her sire a few times.

Ira had been a brave pack lobo who had just not been prepared to take in a rogue mate and three bastard pups. Though his offspring had only seen him a handful of instances before his death, Lorelei had kept a very clear image of him in her mind. The deep purple hue of his fur (reminding her much of her half sibling, Cheshire), and those intense gold eyes that looked so determined and headstrong.

Because of the rarity of his presence, Lorelei had never really defined him as a father, per say, but she did wish she had thanked him for the strength of his blood and the beautiful name that he had so generously given to her before returning to his pack.

His death had been very taxing to the young dame. There was no attachment to him as father and daughter, however knowing that there would never be a chance for such a bond to grow weighed heavy on her heart. She had cried time and again for the relationship that would never be. Eventually, it was this that lead her to get close to the packs, attempting to learn more about her father as some way of a repentance.

Most were cruel hard beings, Lorelei had learned that well, however there were always those who had too much heart and kindness for their own good. It was one of these rare wolves that she developed a close friendship to. Damien, a honey colored male with a dark brown splotch over his eye and dotting his back. He was generous and good natured; there always seemed to be a smile upon the brutes maw. He brought the ess out of the shell she had been born in, opening her up to the brighter side of life and eventually becoming her mate.

The love between them grew when Lorelei found out she was carrying. They had made plans and busily prepared for the family that they would have. However when the pup’s birth was only weeks away, fate decided to smite them.

A plague swept through the land, it cause was unknown and no cure existed. It was heartbreaking when Damien became ill. He suffered only a short time before he passed; he simply when to sleep and never woke up. Lorelei had been weak from her condition and grief-stricken at the site of her dead lover, stress wore at her body and depression eat at her mind... Eventually it was to much for her unborn litter to overcome... They were born still and unmoving, no sound uttered from them.

“Taboo,” An old brute had said a little sadly, “You’re nothing but bad luck... Nothing but a taboo.” And without a word more, the nickname was engraved within her heart. The broken creature that was Lorelei had died, but Taboo had been born, rising from her ashes.

My blood?!

My heart has stopped bleeding (brothers);; Sven
My body has lost all feeling (sisters);; Chess
I’m looking out at the darkness (mother);; Moshka
It’s nothing more, nothing less (father);; Ira
Nothing will affect me anymore (offspring);; Kanti
My soul is ripped at the core (dead);; Ira, Damien, Kanti





Close to my heart?!

Notice me, take my hand (friends);; Cheis
I guess I need you (flirts);; Nahani
I see you in my dreams (crush);; Nahani
I make believe you’re here (lover);;
My weakness caused you pain (ex-lover);; Damien, Vice





What haunts my dreams?!

Splatters of rain hit my face (hate);; Vice
Water washes away the sin (rival);;
The sin that taints my soul (killed);;

[[Taboo.]

”It‘s kind of stange, the way you change… but then again, we all do.”



A distant dream… Celahir Carnesîr
All that I remember… Cyrus
You can‘t kill this chorus… Erase and Replace - Cinema Bizarre

I can hardly tell it‘s been… 5 years
Does it even matter than I‘m… Male
What a lie… Iberian Wolf

I am bound to… no pack
I will remain… Loner

Save your pity…

Cyrus’ puppy hood began normally, maybe even lovingly. He was born to a lovely Iberian femme and though he was the product of herself and unimaginable evil, she still cared for him, still loved him. He was named Celahir Carnesîr, a sweet, gentle name meant for a timid, tender being… and maybe he would have been gentle or sweet if his mother had been able to keep him.

He was only six months old when his father--an unruly, unholy, Iberian hell breed--came to claim him. The beast didn’t what any spawn of his growing in such a disgusting fashion. As the son of such a beast, he would grow under the strict laws and supervision of his demon like band of rogues, not some silly placid way of life. Who wanted that?!

The whelps name was changed to Cyrus and he was taught to not only be a killer, but to be a lusty, sex-crazed fiend. It was the way of his kind--his father‘s kind. And when his sire thought he had thoroughly taught him all there was to know, he left Cyrus to his own devises.

The brute began to enjoy hunting down innocents, the unsuspecting virgins that ventured to far into ‘his land‘. He enjoyed raping them, enjoyed the thought of him being their first. There was something about essas in heat that he likes as well. The thought of them carrying his bastard children made him giddy.

Time passed by and Cyrus was aware of spawning many children; hell, he had even tried to raise a few. But the norm had grown boring and old, he was ready for something new, he needed a little more excitement. So he tried to join a pack, even tried to take a mate; but in doing so, the wild part of him began to reject his new mindset. It would make him think things. Like that Acura (his mate) was playing him, that she was using him, making him want to use her. It got so bad that one day, when Acura disappeared, the brute snapped.

This beastly half had finally awoken, the mortal half shrinking back within him, cowering in fear of this new side of himself. Traits from his fathers side began to show and his mind no longer worked in the way a proper, normal lobo mind would. He was more than a little crazy, more than a little demonic. But the strange thing was… he liked it… He liked it a lot.

Myteries I hold…

Little yellow spider, laughing at the snow(brothers);;
Little white monkey, staring at the sand(sisters);;
Maybe that spider knows something that I don't know(mother);; Ayla
Maybe that monkey figured out something I couldn't understand(father);; Ugo
'Cause I'm goddamn cold(offspring);; unknown
Who knows?(dead);;





Figments of my imagination…

I feel just like a child (friends);;
From my womb to my tomb (flirts);;
I guess I‘ll always be a child (crush);; Sephrin
Some people try to treat me like a man (lover);; Sephrin
I guess they just don’t understand (ex-lover);; Acura





The light doesn‘t touch you…

Hopeful wise old worm in his temple (hate);;
Diggin in the diry, staying simple (rival);;
Knife stuck in her paw, someone help her (killed);;