Name: Catalyn and Moug
Age: 17 and 3

Gender: Female/male

Deion/looks: Only 17 when she pas.sed, catalyn still has quite a feminine figure, her hair is a deep black and her eyes were once a deep green, but have browned with death, each eye menacing enough to send shudders upon the gazer.  Despite being dead for quite a while, her skin still holds a somewhat fair tone, with minor patches of pale as her body  decays.  She has multiple puncture marks across her stomach.

 He has the build of a dark pelted siberian husky, but instead of a deep blue, his eyes hold a green shimer.  His pelt is missing in some spots, revealing parts of his bone.  A deep scar expands from his forehead to his stomach.

Personality: Somewhat cold hearted but can have her moments.  Usually silent for her own reasons, can have a temper...rp it out mostly

Aggressive at some times...rp it out mostly

History: Seeming to have a 'good life', she was loved by many, but lived a vicious life and picked at many.  She regrets what she had done in life, and believes that she deserved to die the way she did.  She was murdered by a psychopath when she was 17.  In an attempt to save her, Moug had lost his own life in the process.  She was stabbed until her pulse was lost.

Adopted as a pup by Catalyn... he grew and loved her as every canine should.  He awoke late one Tuesday night to the thump of the window as it slid open.  A growl rippled throughout his throat as he lunged towards the intruder...  managing to tear the arm until it hung loosly, dodging the blows the intruder tried to blow.  His master awoke and screamed, the house...empty.  In the process, he tried to give Catalyn time to run, only to recieve a fatal blow to his forehead, and across his build...loosing his life... he soon met Catalyn in death...or undeath... and knew he had failed protecting her.

Human or zombie: zombie/ demondog(or what ever their called o.O)
Other: nope.

Kiri looked around at the land around her. So much destruction... She carried Ziggy loosely. Ziggy mewled pitifully. The sky was orange, the singed trees black. Ground was gr*censored*less. Kiri saw no water. Normally, this would be terrible. Tonight, it was normal. She stepped slowly forward, not sure what to do in this living hell. She called out sometimes, Ziggy mewling, looking for some sort of civilization. She hadn't eaten since death.

He was sitting quietly, listening to faded screams. It was almost...peaceful. But horrible. The war had taken much of the land, and the Living were seperate from one another, crying out. He wished there was water. He used to sit next to the rivers and imagine he was there, with them, the Living. Wishing the same priveleges applied to the Undead.

 Beggers can't be chosers.

He heard a small meow. It was odd to hear such a nose, especially on such an empty night, He turned his head slowly and fixed his eyes on a figure walking, holding something. He squinted and the figure cried out.

Without hesitation he was up and sifting towards them, using the ruined foliage as cover. If he could get close enough...Maybe they're like me.

Ziggy froze. Her whiskers twitched, and she hissed softlly. Kiri's eyes flicked immediately to the rustle in some left over foliage. Food. Without hesitation, she drifted to the noise. She held out her hand in friendship, eyes smiling. Ziggy twitched in her arms. Closer. Reveal yourself.

He looked up, a strange feeling churning in his stomach-his empty stomach. Even if they weren't like him, they had a fixed purpose; dinner.

He thrust himself out of the foliage and, with a mildly surprised cry, thrust himself straight backwards when he saw the mutilated remains of the zombies in front of him. With an ember*censored*ing tumble he landed right back where he came from.

Well. I certaintly feel...He shifted his foot and grunted. ...Demasculated.

With her bad eyesight, she still *censored*umed this was just a damaged human. Kiri lunged and tackled the figure, only upon impact realizing this wasn't a Living one. Taken aback, she scrambled around, trying to right herself and Ziggy. Ziggy hissed and grunted, gathering herself on the ground and taking a swipe at the newcomer.

Catalyn wondered about the empty earth.  So much disturbed life...so little life.  Flashbacks of life echoed about her mind...sitting on the warm banks of a shimering pond.  Towering oaks stretching far overhead, her head laying on a friend's lap.  Her laughs echoing about the surrounding wood.  But now.  The pond was gone.  As were the trees.  Her lips were chapped, her throat begged her for water.  The echo of the padded feet of her companion rang in her ears.  The aroma of soot flickered into her nose.  Her once green eyes glazed over in hatred as she remembered the night sh-they died.  When she thought of they, she looked at Moug.  His eyes gazing at her, reas.suring himself that she was in no danger.

The night sky blackened the scene, the two were mere phantoms in the neverending black.

He watched the girl crash to the floor and snatch her cat up like it was her lifeline and he grunted. He'd been dead long enough. He didn't need this girl-

Oh, no. The Zombie was crying. I didn't even know we could still do that.

He sighed and hunched his shoulders. Emotions were disturbing to him. It was scary. She was practically crying blood. A bone was sticking out of her leg. She was disgusting.

Come on...you're dead now, humanity has no place in your...

"Stop." he grunted, stepping towards her. He shook down the sleeve of his thick military jacked and thrust his hand towards her. "I guess I'd be pretty upset too if my face was leaking."

Catalyn whipped around as alowly snarl echoed about her companion's vocals.  She whipped around, her dark locks falling about her shoulders.  Her breath escaped her in short gasps as Moug rushed to her side, his pelt skimming her revealed flesh.  She swallowed and her gaze fixated on the scene in front of her.  She watched Moug's lip curl into a hideous snarl, his fur pricking into a threatening stance.  He exploded foward, and Catalyn found herself going in pursuit of the mas.sive hound.  No voice could escape her, why...she didnt know.  But she raced after her friend, her skirts billowing behind her.

Moug's paws thumped against the dead soil as he exploded through lifeless underbrush, growls rumbling about his throat as he found himself near two undead humans and a feline.  His growls didnt cease as he growled in threat, his ears twitched as he heard Catalyn's footsteps farther behind.

He looked up, angered.

"Who..." he came eye-to-eye with another Zombie girl. "Oh, no." he shoved his hands into his pockets again and sat up. "I didn't sign up for this."

He turned and saw the other Zombie girl fixing her leg, whispering to her cat. Her freaking cat. He turned his head to the Harvest moon and closed his eyes.

Being Undead can be nice. This is not happening.