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Basic information;;Username: Blumoonwolf
Kennel number: 96
Why do you want this character?
I want this character because, despite her normal appearance, I'd love to give her an imaginative
backstory that somehow, we can all relate to, despite our differences, while still making every aspect of her
unique and interesting.
Whenever you first see a character, and you
know that you can create something that
brings them to life, when you see them and question and ideas rush into your head, I say
what's holding you back?
So as I begin typing this, it's unlikely that you'll see something you have before.
(Yep, this is a challenge, with only three days left? I'm so ready!)
Where will you use it, and what will you use it for?
I can tell you for sure that this character won't go to waste or be left unused and unloved.
One thing that's for sure is that I'll be making and creating unique stories that feature her.
I guess I just inflict one part of my personality on most of my characters, the shy but creative one...
(and yes, I am a bit ashamed of that.) But now I want to create a personality a bit foreign to me!
I enjoy doodling, and being a new and unique chracter, I'm sure I'll have lots of fun experimenting
with different poses and scenes.
And, of course, I'll do what any other person would do, which is show her off to my
friends.
She'll definitely stay a favorite of mine.
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Character information;;Name:
Aven
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Loyal-Determined-Brave-Rash-Isolated
History:
Aven grew up in a North Alaskan tribe within a small, loving family.
For about a year, her life was peaceful, and every day she'd stroll between the huts of
the villages, which she thought of as her pack.
Likes;;
Arctic, ice/snow, and wide spaces
Dislikes;;
Heat, sickness (explain this later), and tight spaces.
Extras;;
Story-
Aven was born in a quaint village just outside Nome, Alaska.
Everyday since she was eight months old, she'd carry her owner, Inej, in a sled.
She adored those days, where they'd travel a mile away, whether it be sleet or a sunny day.
Relishing those days where the snow would be a simple familiarity no matter how far they went, and she simply flew across the ice.
In those times, she and Inej were one mind, one body.
Aven would be faintly aware of the reigns in her hand, and still feel the snow beneath her paws.
Then one day, Inej.. fell sick.
Aven would curl up with the young girl, and Inej would weakly pet her, hands running through her silky fur.
It was then that others from the village brought gifts, and when finally she was visited by a foreign doctor,
it was Aven who whimpered when he shook his head.
Days went by, and by then, Aven wouldn't move from her position by Inej.
Her breathing had grown ragged and her hands felt too warm as they stroked her.
Aven herself hadn't ate for days as she lay next to her owner, feeling her bond with Inej grow stronger as she grew weaker.
And on the morning she slipped away, Aven howled, and howled, crying like the wolf to the moon.
Her heart broke, and she frantically tried to wake Inej, nuzzling her and slipping her head under her hand.
Inej slowly awoke, with a sharp cough, and she gave Aven one last pat before Aven was lifted up and away from her girl.
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One Year Later
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Blinking open her eyes, Aven yawned, and once again peered out of the slim opening at the front of her box.
It was a hard, stiff wood, and despite all her howling and barking, yelping and biting and tearing, she couldn't get through it, she had only the room to stand and lay from the sun's rest to the sun's rise. It grew hot and uncomfortable, the wood would get caught in her fur, and the other dogs in other boxes around her smelled of a horrible sickness, the pants from beside her loud and ragged, and the stink from above her was claustrophobic.
When the sun rose on a practice day, and when the sun set on any other day was when they opened the cage doors.
When the fresh breeze blew into the cramped corners, when the dogs were free to stretch their legs and actually
live.
Then, and only then was she let go, and she darted out.
She always neared the fence, but no matter how high it was, she was always yanked back.
The collar would dig into her neck, and her frustration raised.
She'd stare at that fence in the dusk light, and she knew if only she could escape the collar, she could leap it
and clear her problems- and run.
If only she could run- run past the disgusting farm she'd been brought to, run past the cold and dead blank eyes of dogs that had given up on leaving, run past the ocean, and run to Inej, where she was waiting.
She couldn't give up, she wouldn't.
WIP
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