Biography
My eyes flash like lightning in the moon light as I run, my older sister Tome runs next to me weaving in and out of the shadows. Tome's fur flows like water, as I watch her I know she sees me picking up momentum to beat her to the edge of the rock. Turning back to the task at hand I smile a wicked smile to my self as I see the slope marking the end of our race, I bound down the slope beating Tome by more then a minute. Looking at my pack alpha female Solasa I start the howl, King walks towards me and then howls. When the howls die, I watch as the rest of the pack heads for the den. Everyone but King, I watch him as he comes close to brush his scent on me. With a shaky breath, "King I'm to be alpha female after Solasa, you know the rules," I let the loss and sadness fill my eyes. He smiles, a flicker of different souls in each eye. Then with laughter in his voice, "when do I ever fallow those rules, besides I've decided that even if you have to be alpha with another male that we can still have pups". I rest my head on his shoulder, "its a promise then," I whisper into his ear. He pulls back and nods his agreement. We head for our secret den to sleep cuddled up, with out the packs observant eyes. I smile a sleepy smile as I slowly fall into slumber with my head resting next to his.
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| Personality
Evey: Who are you?
V. : Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey: Well I can see that.
V. : Of course you can, IÂ’m not questioning your powers of observation, IÂ’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey: Oh, right.
V. : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that itÂ’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V. : IÂ’m quite sure they will say so.
Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgotÂ…
From the Movie: V for Vendetta
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