For Pre-Made Designs
Name:
Bianca
Why do you want this design:
I love her colors, and I love her design. I think she looks rather spunky {Or, another word for it that I can't think of. x3}. I just love how these colors can combine. I like that shade of green, and her spots and stars are lovely. She reminds me of like the 80s, or someone wearing clothes around the 80s.
Personality:
Bianca is a show-off, and doesn't take no for an answer. She'll make anything work, and she's the kind of girl that is bossy and extremely sassy. Bianca loves the spotlight, and doesn't like to share it. Deep in Bianca, she knows she can't be the best at everything, and she'll never be perfect. But she's determined to be perfect at one thing, being special. She can be very devious, and can make anyone look like a fool. Anyone. When you get to know Bianca, she's kind, and very dramatic. She's loving, but that's really deep inside.
Background:
Bianca lived the spoiled, fancy life. She lived in a big house, her owners would spoil her, she'd go to a pet spa everyday. Yes, that was the life for Bianca. She would always go to theatre, always be happy there. Bianca had a perfect life. She would have the spotlight to herself, and always people would clap as loud as they could at her funny little acts. She made everything shine, even herself. She thought she had no weak spot, and she thought she was perfect.
That was when she made a mistake.
Bianca had a friend that was a messy person, and was rude. This friend was the opposite of Bianca. This friend never had an owner because of how it acted. Bianca had pondered an idea, to act like that person, to make her owners laugh. Yet, little did she know, she was going to be having a fancy dinner with her owner's friends.
How she messed up. Everyone was disgusted at how dirty she look, because earlier she rolled herself in the mud. She was a messy eater when they ate, and her owners had to clean up the mess. When one of their friends tried to chase her, she ran and had knocked a valuable vase over. It was broken, and couldn't be replaced.
Later that night, her owners threw her out into the streets. Bianca was depressed, and she felt like she'd been punched. She thought she would have no home. It had started to rain, and the mud was washing away. She didn't care.
That was when Bianca landed near my apartment.
I was drawing in my sketchbook, near the window. I glanced every few minutes outside, and when I glanced this time, I saw Bianca wondering near my apartment. The poor little girl! My first reaction was to get my umbrella and run out to aid her. My second reaction was to feel bad, but ignore it. I went with my first reaction.
I dropped my sketchbook, and started to run to my door. My umbrella was near the door, so I grabbed on it, and opened the door as fast as I could. I opened the umbrella up, and started to run where Bianca was wondering around. When I saw her, she trembled and sharply turned around, but I caught her in time. I dropped to the ground, and picked her up. I took her inside my home, and wrapped her around a blanket. She didn't seem to like being wrapped in it, so she squirmed around until she was on top of it. Bianca fell asleep in a few minutes, and I smiled. The poor little one must've been through a lot today.
I grabbed my sketchbook from the floor, and put it on the table. When I turned around, Bianca was looking at me with kind eyes. She glanced around the home, and moved around in the blanket. She went back to sleeping, and I grinned.
"Should I keep you?" I wondered to myself. I scanned her more closely to see her beautiful colors, as there was still some mud. What lovely colors. I could see she had a little tag stuck on paw, and I carefully took it from her. It had the words 'Bianca' engraved on it. But why did she have no collar? I guessed she must've been thrown out, or escaped from something.
"Aah, Bianca. How much it fits you." I said softly. Bianca had awakened, and she pulled the blanket closer to me. I could feel her, her head on my lap. She looked at me with a pair of innocent eyes, and I just smiled.
"I hope I could keep you."
Other:
I hope I'm not to late, if I am, you can ignore this.