by Winterfaux » Fri Nov 12, 2010 4:07 pm
Pet Number: 48
Name: Kimya
Gender: Female
Reason For Adoption: The design just jumped at me. I saw it and I thought of not only my style of characters but also a 'life behind the lines' if that makes any sense.. I didn't see her as just pretty colors (Even though she is beautiful) I saw her as something I could really create a story and background for. Plus she'd fit well in my growing pack of misfits.
History/Background/Personality:
History: Born a stray she lived on the streets with her brother, closest pair ever to set paw in the small town they spent their young years in. However that changed when one day a boy took her brother while they slept, the boy was innocent, simply wanting a pet to call his own, his actions, although, caused a devistating effect on the young street dog. For days on end she searched, calling, barking, and howling her brothers name until her voice was almost useless. At last she collapsed in an assumed abandoned shed. The next day she awoke, tied to a broken pipe in the wall. A luminescant blue collar was hooked around her neck, which was connected to the tightly woven rope tied to the pipe. With her voice still broken, her howls of displeasure sounded almost demonic, but they continued until a man walked in and regarded the dog carefully. Instead of stopping her noise she turned and snarled at the man, How dare he lock her up? She had to find her brother. The man's smile turned to a frown and he took the nearest thing he could find, which happend to be a scrap of metal, and swung it at the tied animal. It hit her shoulder, causing a tear which because a vicious wound. Still she kept up the noise, now howling in pain. Again the man swung, this time knocking her out.
As she came to for the second time she experienced a strange feeling, a numbness of sorts. As well as cold, she was on a metal table and the cold of the metal was seeping through her fur, however the scenery wasn't the only change. The man had attempted to silence the rambunctious animal once and for all, mixing chemicals he had found and stolen until they created a nasty looking luminesant conoction that matched the color of her collar. He injected her with it as soon as he had finished it and found a sharp enough needle among his piles of stuff. The substance didn't kill her though, instead it stained her body, starting from her back and eventually seeping to her paw pads, and there, as well as her eyes, it stayed. The whining caused by the pain of the injection however was an indication to the man that the noise had yet to be dealt with. So he gathered thread, a tasteful man he was, allowing the thread color to match her collar and paws, and finally sewed her mouth shut. This realization came to her as soon as she tried to bare her teeth at the wide eyed man leaning over the counter next to her. His eyes however were glassy and faded, as well as a brilliant blue. The man had drunken the liquid. With all her strength she lifted herself up on the table, wincing at the poor stitching job the man had done on her shoulder. As soon as she gathered up her strength she bolted. Forgetting her brother and her once carefree street life she ran, ran from everything she had once known.
As she ran from her home she passed through towns and cities, but mostly rural areas with a few farms here and there. At one point she collapsed on one of these farms where humans lived. A mother and two young children, a fully swahili family. The mother nursed her back to health but left the stitches in for fear that this creature was a demon and that her mouth was permanently closed for a reason. The children bathed her and played with her whle she recovered. All the time she stayed they called her once thing. Kimya. In their language it meant silent, which the dog was indeed, and so Kimya became her name. The night finally came for her departure, she left in the night, leaving nothing but pawprints in the sand that soon faded.
(I have a plan for how she runs into my pack, but I'll save that for if I get her =3)
Personality: Quiet,(Obviously) because of the stitches she had never spoken since they were sewn into her skin. She has learned to speak through body language, a twitch of her tail, the look in her eye, it's all the words she needs. A lonely creature that tend to just go wherever she is told for lack of reason.
Other: I'll put some art here soon =3
I, Bk13, agree to all terms and conditions for adopting this character.