HypnoticPanda
Skia
Skia's childhood was like most Whelkon's. She is just old enough to remember the attack by humans and the devastation they caused among her kind. Her father and mother both protected her as young her was about to be taken by camouflage clad human. This frightened her enough, and her fear turned into hate. Skia continued her life with the constant bitterness toward humans growing. Her father was the constant influence in her life, and she takes care of both of her parents in their old age now. She has no mate and is looking for one.
Skia is sort of a novelty among Whelkons. Not only is her pelt a novelty, but her personality as well. Skia is a hardheaded Whelkon. Skia feels it is her right to refuse either an idea or command. Skia prefers the forests to large herds, and would probably be happy in a small group of three or four. Skia is a bit snarky, which is displayed in her comebacks and snips at people. Her heart is in the right place when it comes to most things. She does harbor spite in her young heart for humans. Skia genuinely feels that most humans are skum because of all the pain and heartache they create, and she will not hesitate to chase them from her forest. She enjoys the company of all woodland creatures though, and she mourns for each loss the humans create.
A young Skia rears her legs up playfully. “You can’t catch me daddy!” She giggled and trotted away from her father. “Just you wait you rascal,” came the humorous reply. Skia continued to run forward, dodging trees like an expert despite her clumsy age. Suddenly a large male figure was in her path. She giggled and turned around. “That’s no fair! Your legs are longer!” She howled and continued her running. “Skia! Wait!” Her father wailed, but the little Whelk paid him no mind. She ran right into the hemp arms of a rope. “Daddy help!” She wailed, her legs went through netting holes as she struggled against it. “Skia!” Her father yelled again, he drew closer, only to be stopped short at the sight of a gun trained on his daughter. “Don’t move…” Her father growled. Skia obliged, her wolfish head turning to the hunter. She let out a whimper as her father charged the human, snapping his jaws around the gun and yanking it from the human’s grasp. The metal fell to the ground, and the hunter stumbled back, afraid now that he was weaponless. Her father let out a howl, scaring the human off. He then turned and yanked the rope down, pulling his shivering daughter out of the net. “What did he want daddy?” She whimpered, curling up against her father. “I don’t know.” He whispered, nuzzling her. “Let’s get you back to your mother… maybe we shouldn’t mention this.” He had a playful smile on his face.
I would like this Whelkon because I feel that she suits me almost perfectly. She reminds me of myself in many ways, and I feel like her personality would match me as well. If I was to adopt any, this is my most ideal one. I would be willing to withdraw other entries as well for her.