WHATS THE RUSH ? WHATS THE RUSH ?
were ... not done anyway !

full name; [Devon, but is often called Dev]
age; [One and a half years]
alliance; [Light]
gender; [Female]
breed; [Border Collie]

CAUSE I DONT NEED TO CHANGE THIS
atmosphere we made if you can stay one more hour !

eyes; [A bright, shocking amber.]
full physical description;
[Devon is your classic Border Collie. Although, she is only one in a half, she still looks quite like a pup, except she has already developed her curvy body. Just a shocking reminder that she will become more attractive with age. A lean girl, Devon is quite skinny, and has no fat on her bones, not even puppy fat, often, people say that she could be all bones, and her lanky body could only be described as long. Her legs are terribly long, and her body is so skinny that its hard to believe she eats. But, unlike most Border Collies, Devon has prick ears, which will probably stay like that for the rest of her life. Little to no muscle build up is shown on her body, proving the fact that she is more of a small game hunter, or she didn't actually have to struggle to live. This female has light tan markings, and you can rarely see then in the shade. When she is in the sun, however, you can notice her markings better.]

CAN YOU STAY ONE MORE HOUR ?
you know im gonna find the time to catch you and, and make you stay !

strengths;

• Kind ; She gets lots of places with her kind and caring attitude.
  
• Funny ; Devon can be quite a jokester and can get lots of other laughing.
  
• Sly ; Dot let her sweet face fool you, this girl isn't all looks. Devon is known for quite the trickster and shouldn't be taken lightly, she is quite good at lying.
  

weaknesses;

• Gullible ; Devon is quite gullible, and is easily tricked into things.
  
• Shy ; She isn't known for being bold, and if she actually isn't called into a group, she will often be seen alone.
  
• Sleep Disorder ; When Devon was only a small pup, she began having sleep problems and now almost every night she has terrible nightmares when she falls asleep.
  

favorite saying; [at least two of them]

• "Told ya so!"
  
• "Its not my problem."
  

full personality;
classy - a typical lady, Devon is quite elegant. even from far away you can tell she dislikes getting dirty and doesn't really enjoy to get in fights.
caring - she never is actually rude, and keeps her thoughts about someone to herself. Devon would never do something to make someone angry or upset at her.
strong willed - she'll never do anything she doesn't want to, and can pull others in her direction also. devon can't be influenced to do anything she doesn't want to do, but this was just something she picked up while she got older, knowing that she had made the wrong decisions when she was little.
humorous - this girl is the type to get everyone laughing, wether it's just a simple comment or a full on joke, she knows how to make others smile. actually, devon enjoys making others laugh, and she will often make sarcastic remarks enough to make others snicker. even if they are mad.
quiet - although Devon can start some riots, over her looks and how much of a brat she can be, she is actually quiet and kind. she never really tries to make others mad, it just comes out in her tone or her body language, which she hasn't learned to control quite yet.
motherly - still a pup and yet so motherly, it is quite obvious that when she comes to the right age, devon will make a great mother. and she isn't the type to breed with any old male, she will actually wait for love, no matter how long it takes.
notorious - 100% chance to remember the name! believe it or not, this girl has some ways of getting around. without selling her body to everyone. she can be quite notorious to both females and males because of how she challenges others, yet how calm she is. devon isn't afraid of much.

my name is rhyme and im devon's other persona.

underneath all the kind and sweet self devon is, there a cruel hateful side just waiting to get out.

spiteful - a desire to hurt, it claws at her bones every second she gets a wrong stare. the desire to cause pain to someone or annoy them, just to watch their anger bubble up and finally see them burst.
hatred - why, this is all she's even known, her entire life. do you think i'd let her give it up that easily? if so - you're dead wrong. such hate is bundled up inside this small dog, and just begging to get out. you start to wonder how she stays so calm on the outside.
harsh - her cruel tone can often be heard in her thoughts, along with her rude and harsh words. rhyme can be harsh all together.
sleazy - whore, slut, skank. all simple words for rhyme, and they actually fit her quite well. under the kind devon lies a sleazy bitch just waiting to get out, and her thoughts are often dirty and wrong, since rhyme is talking to her.
contradicting - she will constantly contradict herself, saying one thing and then believing something else the next moment. she likes jumping from one idea to the next, it fun watching others get confused.

HOLD ON - I'LL BE HERE WHEN IT'S ALL DONE , YOU KNOW
cause what's the point in chasing if i can't enjoy your face and we can be wrong tonight !

mother; [Frenzy]
father; [Noah]
full history;
hold your head high gorgeous, they would kill to see you fall ! the dread was like burning black embers right in the pit of her heart. simple to say, right? but she knew the sensation quite well, for being so young. used to feel it every day when she had to leave the park she loved so much and walk back home, where her owners could do anything to her without people watching. she never knew what condition she would find them, and how they would think of her. they always sat in that old, worn leather chair, waiting to scold her for something she hadn't done. and if one of them wasn't sitting there, they were passed out on the ground, a bottle of pills scattered recklessly on the floor. at this very day, while they were looking down upon her, something had changed making her angrier then usual. her blood was boiling so hot she was starting to think her black and white skin was going to sear off. finally the day had come, she was plain sick of this torture. and she knew she had to do something about it. luckily, devon didn't have to do anything about this shit they were pressing against her, all she had to do was wait.

remember the name ! about four months later, her family had welcomed a new dog into their world. she was a pretty female, on the outside. hazel colored eyes were her main feature, and she wasn't one that was too much of a double take, she wasn't the best looking one of the bunch, but you could sense the jealousy of devon as the dog walked in the door. golden colored fur clung to her skin, along with white markings. finally, the female introduced herself. her name was rhyme. it was the way her eyes bore into her owners as she watched then hurt devon, it was the way it seemed as if she was enjoying it that sent devon on the edge. her voice was always a whisper, and she recalled that rhyme always sounded more like a cat then anything else, she even walked like one, flaunting her sleazy curves. oh - how devon wished she could just get it over with, get her life over with. first of all, she was hoping that rhyme was going to help her with her abusive owners, but instead that slut of a female was just watching like it was some gross man porn. in other words, she really liked it.

drop dead, gorgeous ! anger. hatred. it bubbled up under devon's skin as she closed her eyes to small squints, her eyes glancing as rhyme flashed a cheesy smile and then walked out of the doggy door, moving the curtains to bring light in the room. devon's chocolate brown eyes challenged the air that rhyme breathed out and finally she followed the female out. a flea, a tick, that was all devon was to anyone, and finally she was going to talk to her roommate about this poor treatment. a snarl of a challenge was heard from behind the smaller black and white female and she instantly turned around, the hair her her back rising quickly and her blood pumping. rhyme let her pearly white teeth show and took a couple of steps closer to devon, eyes flicking with anger and just a pure challenge, obviously, devon wasn't going to back down easily and give her life up to a bitch like her. obviously she was going to fight.

you cant be missed if you don't go away ! so... much blood. she couldn't stop shaking, and just like that she saw it under her nails, in her fur, everywhere. all.. that blood. no, devon mentally wiped the blood away, flashing back to her normal life. the present. a murder, the last thing she wanted to be was what she was currently hiding from everyone. she hated these days, the breeze light and filled with the scent of perfume. the aroma of rhyme. it flew through the air as the small black and white female cautiously sat in the grass, feeling uncomfortable. finally, devon spoke, her voice sounding soft, like it was hard to believe she was capable of murder. crazy, she was mentally unstable, and was talking to herself. or so others thoughts, a small voice, inside her head, like a conscience was pounding against her head, trapped. "Yes. I do realize i killed someone." she said in a tone she reserved for only idiots. what no one ever seemed to understand was the huge fact in this, rhyme was the one that was taunting her, and braking her, and hurting her. rhyme chose to push her and push her and push her until she snapped. if only she stopped when she asked her to.

CAN WE BE WRONG TONIGHT ?
you know I'm gonna find a way to let you have your way with me !

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