This design is ah-mazing! I have a bad feeling her background is going to be way too long, though...
I would like to adopt!
Number: Two
Picture:
Name: Soarijta {Sore-eee-tuh}
Species: Mixed canine, partially coyote, but mainly mixed dog breeds.
Personality: Soarijta enjoys being with both her human and canine families, very intelligent, shy, she tends to be a follower, not a leader, and she likes to stay close to home.
Likes: Children, puppies, basking in the sun, helping others, and relaxing.
Dislikes: Dogfights, the cold, big places, change, and not knowing what's going on.
Background:
There I was. Sitting near the fire, enjoying it's comforting heat on my coat. It was night, and my human deities were sitting on old logs implanted into the dusty ground, talking to several other humans and laughing as they ate their food. The smell of the food was inviting and I must admit that I wanted some, but I was old and I knew from past experience that snatching food from someone was not good behavoir. I was tired from a long day of running by my owner's side, and I was just about to fall asleep when my daughter, Fujimai's, six seven-week-old puppies came bounding up to me. Pató was leading them, next followed Shenví and Plei, fighting to race ahead of eachother, then came Ðwue, then Garsley, and finally, there was Óthem, who was usually in the back.
"Gra-ma, Gra-ma," Pató barked, Gra-ma was what I had told Fujimai's pups to call me, and they never called me anything else. "Gra-ma, would you please tell us a story?"
"Yes," added Plei, "You've always had such a talent for telling them."
"I am sorry, pups, but I am tired." I replied. I loved the pups as if they were my own, but I needed sleep.
The pups pleaded and pleaded, well, all but one, Óthem.
"Óthem," I asked. "Would you, too, like me to tell a story?"
"Oh, yes, please, Gra-ma." He replied.
"Very well, then. If a story is what you wish, then a story you shall get." I said.
"Oh, what will it be about this time? Ghosts? Aliens?" Asked Garsley, who was clearly more excited than the others.
"No, young ones," I started." I will be telling a true story, the story of my life."
A series of "Oooohhs..." and "Ahhhs..." Followed my statement.
"And so the tale goes like this." I started, stirring up the excitement.
"My parents, who were both mixes of some sort, just like me, and from the earliest memory that lurks in my mind, I could always remember them arguing about stupid things, like who gets to sleep on the comfier side of the rug for the afternoon, but they usually agreed eventually, and got along until the next uneeded fight. I can also clearly remember my siblings, and what it was like to see them sold off to others.
When my three siblings and I had finally grown old enough to be on our own, my owners decided to sell three of us, one would be chosen by my owner's daughter, Tei, who is technically my true owner.
She gazed upon us critically, and was having fun in acting like a professional when it came to dogs, even though she was only eight.
She had lined my siblings and I up in a crooked line, and was inspecting us from one end to the other.
"Hmm..." She mused, before coming to an abrupt halt before me. "This one! She is perfect!"
Her parents rushed over to see who she had chosen.
"Very nice choice, what is her name?" Her mother asked.
"Her name," Tei started. "Is Soarijta."
A few days later, Tei's father announced that he'd make my collar today, and I was excited, getting a collar would make me feel older, which back then, was a good thing.
Her father left for a few minutes before coming back with a hammer, some stamps, and a strip of leather.
"Okay, Tei, do you want to watch?" He asked.
"Father," She started. "Of course I do!"
He took the strip of leather in one hand, and placed it down on the bench he was sitting at, then, he took the metal stamp with the "S" and hammered it onto the leather, he continued to do the same with the "O", and was about to add the "R" when Tei cried out.
"Father, you are spelling Soarijta's name wrong. It is S-O-A-R-I-J-T-A, not S-O-R-I-T-A, I want her name to be spelled differently so it's more unique.
"Okay, then, Tei, whatever you wish." He replied.
He set down the "R" and picked up the "A" stamp, and continued until my collar was finished, I was so excited, even though I had silently watched him make it the whole time.
Tei's father walked over to me, and slipped the perfect-fitting collar over my head and around my neck.
"It's perfect!" Tei declared. "Just like Soarijta herself!"
The days that follwed were not very exciting, however I did explore the entire house, which was fun. The house my owners and I lived in was made of mud and stone, it was more of a shack, and it was on a dirt road next to other identical shacks. It had three rooms, Tei and her parents shared a room, it was large enough for them to do so, then there was a living room, where we also ate, and a bathroom. On the floor there were several rugs with varying patterns and colors, there were even some rugs hanging on the walls, along with pottery and other containers. I also finally went outside on my own, where I saw a few other dogs that didn't seem to notice me, or if they did, they surely didn't acknowledge me.
As you can see now, I have this pattern upon my back, but I didn't always have it.
Tei had a blanket that she took everywhere with her, no matter where she went, and she loved it. It had shades of reds, oranges, greens, and teals, along with a fringe. So, one day she decided that I needed to look like the blanket.
"Mom, Dad," Tei asked her parents. "Could I get Soarijta painted like my blanket?"
Her parents exchanged glances, wondering how they could permanently paint a dog.
"Please!" Tei pleaded.
"Tei," Her mother started. "I'm not sure that's possible."
"But, mom, Kelsei had a small heart painted on her dog, it was done by the tattoo person." Tei argued.
Tei's parents knew that they couldn't get out of this, so they sighed and figured they might as well get me painted.
The next day, Tei, her parents, and I all walked to the other end of the street, where a shady shack was sitting. We all entered and found an elderly woman with vibrant paintings on her arms sitting, and organzing small jars of paint.
"Excuse me," Tei's mother started. "But my daughter insists that she must have her dog, Soarijta, painted like that blanket." She said, pointing to the blanket in Tei's arms.
"It would be difficult and long," The woman mused. "But it is possible, you see, I have this very permanent ink that soaks into the skin, and it would be permanent. There's no going back once it is done."
Tei's parents looked at eachother nervously, then nodded, and said, "Very well, then, I will leave the dog and the blanket here, how long will it take?"
The woman replied, "Well, come back at sunset, it's sure to be done by then."
And so there I was left with an old woman and a scratchy blanket, ready to have my fur dyed.
The woman picked up the blanket carefully and studied it, then she set it down and pulled out several jars of colored liquid. She took out an odd utensil thatt looked like a paintbrush, well, sort of, and dipped into one of the jars.
"Okay, Soarijta, that's your name, right? Just relax." She said coolly.
I waited, and after she studied me a bit, she approached me with the paint-coated brush, and touched it to my coat. It felt as if she had poked me with ice, as a coolness ran through my body, but once she started swirling her brush around my coat and replicating the patterns, I got used to the chill. After what seemed like hours had passed, all filled with the same activity, the woman painting me with icey liquid, she put the brush away, stood up, and admired her work.
"Perfect." She stated.
I could barely see through a chink in the wall, but I could see enough to tell that it was almost sunset, which means Tei would come for me, her blanket, and my new coat. Although, I was quite wrong. Tei didn't come soon, and after about an hour, I looked outside again, still sunset, I wondered how late it was, and I was about to try to go outside when I heard a familar voice rushing her parents to walk faster so they could see her dog.
My eyes lit up and I pranced around in a small circle as they entered.
"She looks perfect!" Tei said as she entered.
"Wow," Tei's mother said. "She does look impressive, thank you."
"It was my pleasure." Said the woman who had painted me.
And with that, we all exited the tent, and all went back to our house. I was proud of my new markings, I felt pride as I walked by the jaw-dropped dogs on my way.
EDITING...
A picture you drew:
I would like to adopt!
Number: Two
Picture:
Name: Soarijta {Sore-eee-tuh}
Species: Mixed canine, partially coyote, but mainly mixed dog breeds.
Personality: Soarijta enjoys being with both her human and canine families, very intelligent, shy, she tends to be a follower, not a leader, and she likes to stay close to home.
Likes: Children, puppies, basking in the sun, helping others, and relaxing.
Dislikes: Dogfights, the cold, big places, change, and not knowing what's going on.
Background:
There I was. Sitting near the fire, enjoying it's comforting heat on my coat. It was night, and my human deities were sitting on old logs implanted into the dusty ground, talking to several other humans and laughing as they ate their food. The smell of the food was inviting and I must admit that I wanted some, but I was old and I knew from past experience that snatching food from someone was not good behavoir. I was tired from a long day of running by my owner's side, and I was just about to fall asleep when my daughter, Fujimai's, six seven-week-old puppies came bounding up to me. Pató was leading them, next followed Shenví and Plei, fighting to race ahead of eachother, then came Ðwue, then Garsley, and finally, there was Óthem, who was usually in the back.
"Gra-ma, Gra-ma," Pató barked, Gra-ma was what I had told Fujimai's pups to call me, and they never called me anything else. "Gra-ma, would you please tell us a story?"
"Yes," added Plei, "You've always had such a talent for telling them."
"I am sorry, pups, but I am tired." I replied. I loved the pups as if they were my own, but I needed sleep.
The pups pleaded and pleaded, well, all but one, Óthem.
"Óthem," I asked. "Would you, too, like me to tell a story?"
"Oh, yes, please, Gra-ma." He replied.
"Very well, then. If a story is what you wish, then a story you shall get." I said.
"Oh, what will it be about this time? Ghosts? Aliens?" Asked Garsley, who was clearly more excited than the others.
"No, young ones," I started." I will be telling a true story, the story of my life."
A series of "Oooohhs..." and "Ahhhs..." Followed my statement.
"And so the tale goes like this." I started, stirring up the excitement.
"My parents, who were both mixes of some sort, just like me, and from the earliest memory that lurks in my mind, I could always remember them arguing about stupid things, like who gets to sleep on the comfier side of the rug for the afternoon, but they usually agreed eventually, and got along until the next uneeded fight. I can also clearly remember my siblings, and what it was like to see them sold off to others.
When my three siblings and I had finally grown old enough to be on our own, my owners decided to sell three of us, one would be chosen by my owner's daughter, Tei, who is technically my true owner.
She gazed upon us critically, and was having fun in acting like a professional when it came to dogs, even though she was only eight.
She had lined my siblings and I up in a crooked line, and was inspecting us from one end to the other.
"Hmm..." She mused, before coming to an abrupt halt before me. "This one! She is perfect!"
Her parents rushed over to see who she had chosen.
"Very nice choice, what is her name?" Her mother asked.
"Her name," Tei started. "Is Soarijta."
A few days later, Tei's father announced that he'd make my collar today, and I was excited, getting a collar would make me feel older, which back then, was a good thing.
Her father left for a few minutes before coming back with a hammer, some stamps, and a strip of leather.
"Okay, Tei, do you want to watch?" He asked.
"Father," She started. "Of course I do!"
He took the strip of leather in one hand, and placed it down on the bench he was sitting at, then, he took the metal stamp with the "S" and hammered it onto the leather, he continued to do the same with the "O", and was about to add the "R" when Tei cried out.
"Father, you are spelling Soarijta's name wrong. It is S-O-A-R-I-J-T-A, not S-O-R-I-T-A, I want her name to be spelled differently so it's more unique.
"Okay, then, Tei, whatever you wish." He replied.
He set down the "R" and picked up the "A" stamp, and continued until my collar was finished, I was so excited, even though I had silently watched him make it the whole time.
Tei's father walked over to me, and slipped the perfect-fitting collar over my head and around my neck.
"It's perfect!" Tei declared. "Just like Soarijta herself!"
The days that follwed were not very exciting, however I did explore the entire house, which was fun. The house my owners and I lived in was made of mud and stone, it was more of a shack, and it was on a dirt road next to other identical shacks. It had three rooms, Tei and her parents shared a room, it was large enough for them to do so, then there was a living room, where we also ate, and a bathroom. On the floor there were several rugs with varying patterns and colors, there were even some rugs hanging on the walls, along with pottery and other containers. I also finally went outside on my own, where I saw a few other dogs that didn't seem to notice me, or if they did, they surely didn't acknowledge me.
As you can see now, I have this pattern upon my back, but I didn't always have it.
Tei had a blanket that she took everywhere with her, no matter where she went, and she loved it. It had shades of reds, oranges, greens, and teals, along with a fringe. So, one day she decided that I needed to look like the blanket.
"Mom, Dad," Tei asked her parents. "Could I get Soarijta painted like my blanket?"
Her parents exchanged glances, wondering how they could permanently paint a dog.
"Please!" Tei pleaded.
"Tei," Her mother started. "I'm not sure that's possible."
"But, mom, Kelsei had a small heart painted on her dog, it was done by the tattoo person." Tei argued.
Tei's parents knew that they couldn't get out of this, so they sighed and figured they might as well get me painted.
The next day, Tei, her parents, and I all walked to the other end of the street, where a shady shack was sitting. We all entered and found an elderly woman with vibrant paintings on her arms sitting, and organzing small jars of paint.
"Excuse me," Tei's mother started. "But my daughter insists that she must have her dog, Soarijta, painted like that blanket." She said, pointing to the blanket in Tei's arms.
"It would be difficult and long," The woman mused. "But it is possible, you see, I have this very permanent ink that soaks into the skin, and it would be permanent. There's no going back once it is done."
Tei's parents looked at eachother nervously, then nodded, and said, "Very well, then, I will leave the dog and the blanket here, how long will it take?"
The woman replied, "Well, come back at sunset, it's sure to be done by then."
And so there I was left with an old woman and a scratchy blanket, ready to have my fur dyed.
The woman picked up the blanket carefully and studied it, then she set it down and pulled out several jars of colored liquid. She took out an odd utensil thatt looked like a paintbrush, well, sort of, and dipped into one of the jars.
"Okay, Soarijta, that's your name, right? Just relax." She said coolly.
I waited, and after she studied me a bit, she approached me with the paint-coated brush, and touched it to my coat. It felt as if she had poked me with ice, as a coolness ran through my body, but once she started swirling her brush around my coat and replicating the patterns, I got used to the chill. After what seemed like hours had passed, all filled with the same activity, the woman painting me with icey liquid, she put the brush away, stood up, and admired her work.
"Perfect." She stated.
I could barely see through a chink in the wall, but I could see enough to tell that it was almost sunset, which means Tei would come for me, her blanket, and my new coat. Although, I was quite wrong. Tei didn't come soon, and after about an hour, I looked outside again, still sunset, I wondered how late it was, and I was about to try to go outside when I heard a familar voice rushing her parents to walk faster so they could see her dog.
My eyes lit up and I pranced around in a small circle as they entered.
"She looks perfect!" Tei said as she entered.
"Wow," Tei's mother said. "She does look impressive, thank you."
"It was my pleasure." Said the woman who had painted me.
And with that, we all exited the tent, and all went back to our house. I was proud of my new markings, I felt pride as I walked by the jaw-dropped dogs on my way.
EDITING...
A picture you drew:
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