Now, the winner is...
Koiyote wrote:Username: Koiyote
Name: Croh (pronounced like crow)
Age: 5
Personality: Think of a crow, what do you imagine? I see a sly, tricky, devilish animal, coated in night coloured feathers. They have quite an interest for shiny objects and tend to have hoarding traits. They are vain and take interest in keeping their oil dripping feathers shiny as the silver they hoard. Such are the personality traits of the aptly named Croh. She takes interest in grooming herself as she is quite conceited and narcissistic. Anything shiny is usually picked up by her and stored underneath a certain tree in the area which she lives. As self absorbed as she is, Croh is extremely brilliant and tends to come up with intricate ways in which to get what she wants. She doesn’t talk too much, though she is in no way anti social. She is also agile in both physical and mental form, she adapts to new situations rather quickly. She doesn’t feel much for other people, though her glimmering jasper eyes will target another if they bring her something of interest.
History: It was a strike of luck alright. Whatever animal had died up the river had quite a pungent stench, leading her directly to a new source of food. Just as she thought her stomach was about to tear itself away from abuse she found something. The smell coming from the animal was odd, not a deer or wolf or normal animal. This time it was different. It was fresh too, the air coming from it did not rot. When she saw the thing, though, her luck changed.
Croh picked her feet up carefully and turned around, taking care not to alert anything of her presence. The animal was a curse to her, something she would never wish to eat. A cow lay with its tongue flopped out like a salamander, blood coating its side. It was half eaten already and quite the sight. Had it been a deer, Croh would have eaten it. Not a cow. Had it been a mountain lion, Croh would have taken the shiny bell from its half gone neck. Not a cow.
Cows were usually followed by humans, which is why she fled with such haste. She was quick to locate a thicket and settled in, happy to be obscured by brush and thorns on all sides. Cows. They brought back unpleasant memories.
Croh was young, about 7 months old, and adventurous. Her parents had their work cut out in raising her, though her time with them was nearing an end. Not that it was of much matter, just natural. She had been running along the riverbank when she saw the white and black splotched animal for the first time. She had approached it cautiously, not knowing what exactly species it belonged to. The creature let out a sound strange to her, and odd maww-ing sound that spooked her into jumping backwards. Croh decided the sound was humorous after a short time and neared the ‘maww’ again. It made the same sound, so she got closer, playing under its feet. The thing started to kick, obviously getting annoyed. Croh’s parents ran to her in an attempt to move her out from under the agitated animal, only to be welcomed by the yelling of a man. Bang, boom, and silence. Croh hadn’t even time to take it in. The next time she looked to her side she was two members short. Her mother and father lay dead, killed by a piercing metal hat showed no mercy. She knew the danger and ran, avoiding ill aimed gunshots. She started her life alone much earlier than others of her kind.
A sudden sound took Croh out of her thinking, the sound of raindrops attacking the earth violently. It was storming strongly, lightning flashed as thunder yelled. Raindrops pinged off her head, some soaking into her fur, making it a darker mess. She set her head down onto her legs, curled her tail, and fell asleep in the same thicket which she escaped to the day of her own massacre.
I loved this, it was so detailed, and really played on my emotions. I even almost cried at one point. :'3 It must have taken forever!
Thank you to all that entered. There is still many more to be adopted!!
