Name:Pablo
Species:Chihuahua
Kennel Number:59
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:For one, I feel as though I'm neglecting my own adoption center, always encouraging others to adopt and work hard on their forms, but never adopting myself. The reason that I've never adopted from here is because, while many of the designs are pretty, none of them really... Clicked. That is, until I saw Pablo. I saw him, and I was immediately telling myself that I don't need anymore canine characters, trying to talk myself out of it. But he just has something about him... I couldn't say no <3
When I saw Pablo, I was like, "OMG! Imma call him Pablo

" just joking around, but then... It kinda stuck x3 I just couldn't bring myself to change his name, it was just too fitting and perfect for such a dashing little fella <3 It just felt wrong, changing the name after thinking of Pablo <3 It felt even more wrong when I tried restraining myself from submitting a form for him.
Pablo is a very simple character, but those dusty black markings create something unique and amazing <3 Its like taking a simple seashell and putting it on a string; Simple, and breathtaking. This not only applies to his design, but also his eyes ^^ Most people (Admittedly myself included, at times) use vibrant colors on the eyes to have them pop and attract maximum attention, but theres something so modest and beautiful about his milk-chocolate shade eyes <3
Personality:Unlike Pablo, most people are bright and bubbly and the outside, but broken and dying on the inside. Instead, Pablo is a bright, fiery soul within who took a liking to harmless pranks. He may be cowardly at times, choosing to hide behind his mothers legs during the occasional territory invasions while the other male pups were making a beeline for the battle, being dragged backwards by the tail by their mothers, but Pablo still has a kind, youthful heart, no matter how late his fighting instincts kicked in.
But on the outside, Pablo's forced to act cold and snide, in order to fit in. He understands his role in the little "Pack" that the older male pups had created, but he aches with every snide comment that he's told to make. But in reward for these snide comments of his, he is on top, being part of the most known group of pups in all the forest. He has friends, he gets free things, he has everything... Right?
To fit in, he was forced to be a
monster.
History:Pablo shivered slightly in the cool autumn air, but a grin stead clear on his face as he inspected his work. The air was still and calm, which was extremely helpful to the plan. The day before had been another story. It had been quite the storm, freezing rain pelting down like bullets as the wind tore viciously at the leaves of trees, scattering them all along the sidewalks at random. Pets had been taken inside or put in sheds for protection against the relentless cruelty of the weather, but not Pablo. Pablo and his mother were a team, all on their own. They had eachother, his mother always said, they needed no humans to spoon-feed them through life. It was them against the world.
The sound of pawsteps broke Pablos thoughts, causing him to begin his "Casual walk" slightly hurriedly, and awkwardly. The female, a very prestigious little Chow Chow owned by Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, cocked an eyebrow at the scrambling Pablo, but continued on her way, right toward the unnoticible pile of leaves. Pablo made a turn to the next street so that he could watch her from around the side of a house, peeking his head out silently. The Chow padded forward, pawsteps dainty, until suddenly, she found herself in a mud puddle deep enough to drench half of her legs.
Pablo doubled over in a fit of laughter, his good-natured pranks succeeding again. The Chow Chow pricked her ears, turning to face him, her eyes silver daggers as she glared at him. Huffing, she whipped back around, slouching off with her fur clinging to her legs and pursed lips. Pablo frowned slightly, knowing that he'd obviously caught a "Dry fish" as he liked to call them. Evidentely, she wasn't into pranks.
Agreeable snickering sounded behind the young Chihuahua, causing Pablo to jump slightly, surprise crossing his gaze for a moment as he turned around. Two maltese and a pincer stood behind him, approving smirks on their faces. Pablo basked in the silent praise, relishing in the look on their faces that he'd never earned from anyone apart from his mother. It was a funny feeling, seeing them grin at him in such an apraising way, but he couldn't help feeling a spark of hope for a friendship with the three.
"You know... You seem like the type of pup we should keep around." It was the pincer who spoke, giving his friends a sideways glance, nodding at the sight of their agreeing smirks. "You could really...
Help us out.." He winked at his maltese friends, turning to Pablo with a big grin. "Would you wanna come hang out with us? We know this awesome Deli down the street who throw out a bunch of leftovers. They're practically yelling out the front door for dogs to come raid their garbage!" He laughed, his friends joining the chorus of laughter.
Pablo beamed, laughing along with them, nodding slightly. "Sure! Just let me go ask my mom." Pablo moved to run towards the small den that he and his mother occupied, but was stopped in his tracks by the look that the pincer gave him. It was a sideways glance, clearly dissapointed that the bad-boy-trickster in Pablo hadn't lasted long. Shaking off the feeling that his mother would be dissapointed in his running off without her permission, Pablo shrugged a bit. "But, I guess she won't miss me or anything. I mean, what kind of pup our age still asks their mother for permission to go places?" Pablo forced a laugh, earning another round of approving laughter from the three relieved pups.
"Your an okay pup. I'm Shard, this is Riptide and Jailbreak." The pincer grinned, indicating toward each Maltese pup. "Your Pablo, right?" Pablo nodded a bit, relieved that his momentary slip-up hadn't cost him three friends.
But as he raced after his three new friends, he couldn't help but feel as though the dissaproving eyes of his mother bore into his back.
But he didn't look back, not once.
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"But... I found you all that food! And I ripped up Mr. Walkers mail, just like you asked! He was so mad..." The wide eyes of the groups new victim stared up at Pablo in a pleading manner. For a moment, Pablo was thrown back in time, to when it was himself who was manipulated into doing these things, simply to earn a friend that he'd never get. But Pablo pushed the thought away, shrugging slightly.
"Your cool and all, but the guys and I were talking, and we decided you just weren't right for our group. Sorry, but hey, that food was great kid, thanks." Pablo winked, smirking a bit, before turning away in dismissal, closing his eyes for a moment, bracing against the blow in his chest that always came after his part in the little proccess that the "Big Dogs" had created. The Big Dogs consisted of Pablo, Shard, Riptide, and Jailbreak, but the four always said that there was always room in the Big Dogs if anyone in town thought they could prove themselves to have what it takes, but all four knew that they'd never really admit a fifth member. They simply ordered the newbies to fetch them food, to do their dirty pranks, take the blame and get in trouble, then cut them loose.
Thats where Pablo came in. It was Shards job to recruit the town dogs, telling them how awesome they are and that he figured they had a good shot at people a Big Dog. Then Riptide and Jailbreak would explain they deeds that the new recruits would have to do for the Big Dogs, and once the four of them had had their fun with the recruit, it was Pablos turn to do his job. He cut them loose, explaining that they just didn't spark the Big Dogs attention enough. And that was that, right? Not right. Pablo had to see the hurt in their eyes, the occasional showing ribcage of those whom could barely feed themselves and had given up the food they found to be a Big Dog. He had to see the fresh bruises of where they'd been hit by humans or punished by parents for pulling the pranks that the Big Dogs had ordered.
Worst of all, he had to feel his mothers dissaproving gaze bore into his back, just like that first day.
It wasn't just the Big Dogs that knew they would never admit a new member.
She knew it too.
Sometimes, this is the cost of friends.
Sometimes, it may not be the only way, but the easiest way.
And sometimes, you just can't bring yourself to do it the hard way.
Other:Durpidee