FOR THE HORDE

Alt Name: Goliath / Kyrat (the k sound like in CAT - eye - rate )
Time Zone: EST - I live in Rock Hill, SC /USA
SCHEDULE: Mon-Fri: 4am -1pm // Sat-Sun: 6am-3pm
DESIGN:
goliath's design:
puppy - http://www.rprepository.com/images/gallery/gl-48848-1434172062.png
adult - http://img00.deviantart.net/4f4d/i/2015/163/5/1/goliath_by_kfcemployee-d8x30ul.jpg

kyrat's design:
http://img00.deviantart.net/055b/i/2015/109/c/3/custom_design_by_spazdoodle-d8qdw9k.png

Gender: Male, please.
Do you accept the disclaimer of the pack? I do.
Sample post:
1.  Amata clammed her eyes shut as tight as they could go as she continued to press her pregnant, trembling form in this awkward position, against the cool rocks in silent hopes that Cassianus would have enough sense to realize that she didn't want to be bothered.. and leave. Of course, he hadn't, not even as Caspian returned at the perfect time to save her -- yet again. His snarls echoed throughout the den, as Amata's trembling grew noticeably worse, though thankfully, she hadn't entered another anxiety attack. And then Cassianus spoke; speaking to Caspian as if she wasn't right there! Oh, is she doing okay? What about all of this hadn't that boy been able to understand? Or.. was it that maybe, perhaps, he liked to see her suffer? Those ears went down, and Amata's trembling round figure had gone stiff with high emotion-hormone mixed rage. "You fucking liar," Amata snarled; snarling with a fueled rage that Amata had been dying to release; she was fucking pregnant with -- you guessed it -- her rapist's children. As if the very idea of being raped hadn't been enough? Fucking Cassianus had to come into her den without her consent and made things -- literally, everything -- about him? "Tell me, boy," Amata snarled; snarling so vicious that not even Caspian's gentle touches to her forehead would help calm her this time. No, Amata was too far gone. "You didn't abandon me? Are you fucking sure? You need a little time to think about that, son? Because do you know what? I could have fucking needed you when I tried to tear these fucking puppies from my womb." Amata paused to let that shit sink in. "Oh, but you have the fucking audacity to come to me, and make things all about you? I'm sorry, but were you the one who was viciously raped? No. No, you weren't. Get the fuck over yourself, and get the FUCK out of my god damn den before I tear you apart."

2. (18:42:40) Amata had never really liked -- or approved -- of Cassianus' cursing and swearing; it was certainly not one of Cassianus' best qualities. It was one of those things that had -- once -- made Amata wonder if he'd ever make a suitable father, but that ship had sailed, crashed and burned with the rest of Amata's previous personality. What was left of Amata after the attack hadn't been pretty, and it was a wonder why Caspian remained behind to continuously pick up the pieces of a shattered life that people like Cassianus continued to break. They would never be able to understand what it had been like.. to be so savagely force-bred that insanity had been the only thing left standing; the only thing left that her attacker hadn't taken of hers. Oh, but as Cassianus rolled those yellow, moonlit eyes at him, something inside her had snapped. Where as Caspian had begged -- literally begged -- for her life, Cassianus had the nerve to roll his fucking eyes.. and continued to talk, despite being commanded to leave. No. No, instead, Cassianus' jaws kept moving, and words kept coming out. Caspian's warnings to stop had went right over his fucking head as Amata was forced to listen to him speak.. and she'd take it, just as she was forced to take her rapist's seed. She'd take it, and endure -- but Cassianus wouldn't. She'd said her piece, and once Cassianus left the end and out of sight, those ears flickered backward as she spoke softly; soft enough that only Caspian would hear. "Kill 'em." (E)