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go me, I joined another dog RP - Slime Mold. that was a few months ago, actually, but I hope to get more integrated there. :3 thus far, it's been interesting being in a new place with new people, and if anyone has any others to recommend I'd be glad to check them out. (must have dogs, though, and preferably no wolves - nothing against wolves as animals, they just always seem to attract the crazed illiterate fangirl types.) though MG will always be my home as far as domestic-animal RP is concerned. heh. it was only after I started checking out other semirealistic canine RP sites by myself that I realised how much the Grove has spoilt me. ; P

meet Soliloquy. she's my first real IG character, and she's so much fun to play for so many reasons. :3 with each of my RP characters I try to fill a hole, characterisation-wise, that my existing characters haven't already. and I didn't have any characters that were touched in the head so... yes.

(and her family was a joy to name. S is my favourite letter, too.)

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Born to Somnolent and Sanguine, two Italian Greyhounds belonging to a logophilic book-collector with a penchant for the letter ‘S’, the litter of seven was enthusiastically named Schist, Sibilant, Syzygy, Sarsenet, Soliloquy, Stringendo and Smidgen. They might have lived in a hovel out in the desert, but there was always something to eat – mostly fleshy cacti and small rodents that the dogs hunted down and the man duly roasted – and the home was a happy one. The man enjoyed reading aloud, and for lack of any other company he passed many a pleasant evening reading to his little hounds from his collection of salvaged books. Yellowed and tattered they might have been, but one could have sworn the dogs were listening intently to every word. They certainly treated the books with respect.

One cold evening, when the litter was about a year old, a large retriever-type female appeared on their threshold. She seemed an amiable sort and was made welcome by all. But later that night, the true nature of the stranger was made clear as she swiftly and silently tore out the throats of first Somnolent and Sanguine, and then their offspring. Soliloquy, a relatively light sleeper, awoke to the odour of blood and the bodies of her kin strewn about her, with the stranger finishing off another with cruel efficiency. As the larger dog turned on her, Soliloquy fled the scene with a choked sob of fear and pain. She might have escaped unscathed in body, but not in mind.

Since then Soliloquy has wandered alone and without a purpose, her hound’s mind and senses nonetheless helping her survive the new environment as she hunts and scavenges and hides. She was left quite unhurt but just a little distracted. She has not run with a pack since then, and perhaps in her own head she has formed her own. No matter what she is doing, she keeps up a running, mumbled commentary on her own thoughts. She refers to herself as ‘we’ and ‘us’, playing with words and syllables as if they were toys, and at times appears to actually converse with herself or members of her defunct family. Solly is good-natured but fearful and suspicious of strangers, particularly large gundog breeds. When awake, she is constantly in motion, pacing, sniffing, looking up and down and every which way, and this behaviour intensifies when she is anxious or distressed. She always chooses flight over fighting, and has long perfected the art of seamless disappearing from a threatening situation. When she is feeling more at ease and relaxed she may be playful and friendly with other dogs and even humans, but she shies away from too much touching, and her lilting, verbalised stream of consciousness often confuses and repels other dogs. But for all her oddness and introversion, Solly has a sweet and tender heart, and it pains her to see anyone hurt or in trouble, barring only animals that trigger her prey instinct – and even then, only when they actually do.

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go me, I joined another dog RP - Slime Mold. that was a few months ago, actually, but I hope to get more integrated there. :3 thus far, it's been interesting being in a new place with new people, and if anyone has any others to recommend I'd be glad to check them out. (must have dogs, though, and preferably no wolves - nothing against wolves as animals, they just always seem to attract the crazed illiterate fangirl types.) though MG will always be my home as far as domestic-animal RP is concerned. heh. it was only after I started checking out other semirealistic canine RP sites by myself that I realised how much the Grove has spoilt me. ; P

meet Soliloquy. she's my first real IG character, and she's so much fun to play for so many reasons. :3 with each of my RP characters I try to fill a hole, characterisation-wise, that my existing characters haven't already. and I didn't have any characters that were touched in the head so... yes.

(and her family was a joy to name. S is my favourite letter, too.)

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Born to Somnolent and Sanguine, two Italian Greyhounds belonging to a logophilic book-collector with a penchant for the letter ‘S’, the litter of seven was enthusiastically named Schist, Sibilant, Syzygy, Sarsenet, Soliloquy, Stringendo and Smidgen. They might have lived in a hovel out in the desert, but there was always something to eat – mostly fleshy cacti and small rodents that the dogs hunted down and the man duly roasted – and the home was a happy one. The man enjoyed reading aloud, and for lack of any other company he passed many a pleasant evening reading to his little hounds from his collection of salvaged books. Yellowed and tattered they might have been, but one could have sworn the dogs were listening intently to every word. They certainly treated the books with respect.

One cold evening, when the litter was about a year old, a large retriever-type female appeared on their threshold. She seemed an amiable sort and was made welcome by all. But later that night, the true nature of the stranger was made clear as she swiftly and silently tore out the throats of first Somnolent and Sanguine, and then their offspring. Soliloquy, a relatively light sleeper, awoke to the odour of blood and the bodies of her kin strewn about her, with the stranger finishing off another with cruel efficiency. As the larger dog turned on her, Soliloquy fled the scene with a choked sob of fear and pain. She might have escaped unscathed in body, but not in mind.

Since then Soliloquy has wandered alone and without a purpose, her hound’s mind and senses nonetheless helping her survive the new environment as she hunts and scavenges and hides. She was left quite unhurt but just a little distracted. She has not run with a pack since then, and perhaps in her own head she has formed her own. No matter what she is doing, she keeps up a running, mumbled commentary on her own thoughts. She refers to herself as ‘we’ and ‘us’, playing with words and syllables as if they were toys, and at times appears to actually converse with herself or members of her defunct family. Solly is good-natured but fearful and suspicious of strangers, particularly large gundog breeds. When awake, she is constantly in motion, pacing, sniffing, looking up and down and every which way, and this behaviour intensifies when she is anxious or distressed. She always chooses flight over fighting, and has long perfected the art of seamless disappearing from a threatening situation. When she is feeling more at ease and relaxed she may be playful and friendly with other dogs and even humans, but she shies away from too much touching, and her lilting, verbalised stream of consciousness often confuses and repels other dogs. But for all her oddness and introversion, Solly has a sweet and tender heart, and it pains her to see anyone hurt or in trouble, barring only animals that trigger her prey instinct – and even then, only when they actually do.