by Chara Dreemurr » Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:27 pm
New name for her:Dusk
Reason you want her: Oh Wow!! I saw her and I just thought about how lovely this was! I love her design and I loved the story that you had made. I would use her as a charrie, and of course, I would love her forever.
What will her new owner be like:(mind if I make a form for her owner?)
Name:Amber
Age:19
Looks:silky orange hair that is round at the end and her bangs could cover eyes if she wanted to, slightly pale skin, she often wears jeans and a tee shirt.
Personality: Amber is quiet and shy-looking to people she does not really know. She is very king and caring to anyone, and if someone needs help, she will do her best to help them. She has a strong liking to her tracker, Dusk, and if anyone threatens her in any way, she will take action. Her bad side of her personality is that she is quite stubborn, and quite proud. If someone hurts someone she will become uncontrollable, and try very badly to get the person back.
In which situations will she be placed: She will be used to mostly help Amber in policework. She will also do other types of jobs, all in the night. Some might be simple, such as patroling the area, to see that nothing is wrong, to as difficult as looking for someone that has been lost for many years, or months. Some include patrolling, finding lost people or criminals, helping the community in various ways, and bodyguarding people.
Other info: (when it's written unknown, it might be months or days. I have no idea!)
War
I heard a loud booming sound. It had come from one of the buildings farther ahead. I ducked, so not to get hit with something that might be flying in the wind, such as glass. I looked at my front paw. The scar was still there. It annoyed me. It was like a sign if weakness. Some thought it made me look strong and resistant.
I felt something sharp on my back leg. I looked back, and saw a dog biting it. He must gave used the boom of the bomb as a distraction. My blood flowed from the wound. He still bit it, and I had to do something about it. I looked at him, and he looked at me in a way that meant "so long, sucker!"
Then I got angry. I yanked my leg free, barely noticing the wound, I was made to resist anyways, and flashed my sharp teeth, and quick as a snake, bit him hard on his neck. He whimpered and fell. I had no pity for him. He had tried to kill me.
A few months later(solder's point of view)
Layka and I went to the general's room. He was late, which was quite odd, since he usually was the first up. Layka pushed her sensor bar, then her full head, inside the room. She helped, not of pain, but of surprise and sadness. I looked in, and saw the general. His eyes were streched wide, and every muscle in his body was tensed, as though he were to run. A silver blade had been stabbed through his chest, blood had flowed from the wound and onto the floor. It truly was a grewsome sight. Layka layer down, then a few secondes later, stood up, put her two front paws on the bed, and licked his face vigorously, as though licking the dead man might bring him back to life. She stopped a few minutes later, and started to howl, a depressing and just plain sad note, as a dog might do when someone they care about dies.
Some people had heard Layka's depressed howl, and I could hear the clatter of their feet as they came.
"come, Layka!" ordered one of the men. Layka looked at him and growled. Her eyes were brimming with hatred and anger. She would no longer listen. She leaped at the man, and was posed to bit him, when one of the people interfered. The other man, the one who was helping the other man, quickly snapped a collar on her, and led her to a cage with great difficulty. She could no longer help us.
A while later (unknown)
I was in a cage. In a truck. I hated cages. I hit my shoulder, hard, against it, but no avail. I bit it and clawed and hit it, but nothing happened. Suddenly, a bright light appeared. I could not see anything, but I felt I was being moved. I hit it, and felt the cage move through empty air. I felt I was being lowered. I growled and continued to try to get out. Everything was blurry and unfocused, but I would not give up. Ever.
Later (unknown)
I looked around. All of the other trackers were looking for owners, and I felt the ice of hostility and violence melt. I felt just sad. I realized something then. I was living in the past. By doing so, I was violent and crazy. I would not listen to anyone. I realized that I really did want a new life. New life, I could have a fresh start. I really did want it. I would even change my name, since it gave me bad memories. A new life, a new name.
Later (unknown)
Someone came in. She had silky orange hair and slightly pale skin. She told her name. "Amber" said she with a calm note in her voice. "Have you got any trackers up for adoption?" she asked, but then she saw me. She came towards me and questioned "What's her name?". She learned that my old name, Layka, I would not respond to, and I had recently recovered from a terrible accident. Amber did not seem to mind though, as she hurriedly said " I'll take her in!" as though someone would suddenly come in and take me. I decided I liked her. She was kind. She learned all about me, such as I could not see well in the dark and I was an ex. army tracker. She agreed to everything, and was soon ready to take me home.
"Dusk will be your new name." she whispered as we went out. I wagged my tail. Dusk, I like that name, my new name! My heart felt light. I was going home!!!
I tried not to RP Nex.
Experience: 3 years (was that it?)
Personalty: with the trauma, she was violent and nonresponsive. If someone would to hurt her in any way, she would atomaticaly claw or bite them without mercy. If someone offended her, she would just hurt them. She would not respond to any kind of order that would be given to her.
Without the trauma she was just plain sweet. She would help anyone, and if she needed to, die for her owner. If she got attacked, she would act, depending on the amount of blood that had flowed away, or the size of the injury. If it was just someone pinching her, she would look at them and show her teeth. If someone bit her, hard enough to leave a mark, then she could almost kill. She does not like killing, since some might have been trained to do only that. But she still leaves them whimpering and she must not show any mercy.
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Chara Dreemurr on Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:11 am, edited 9 times in total.
im basically never on, so if you wanna with trade me or if you message me, be prepared to wait a while for a response. this account is first and foremost a personal archive for sentimentality's sake as it was a big part of my childhood.
