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Re: Tough as Nails Adoption (Get a high quality character!)
by June Bug » Wed Aug 04, 2010 9:33 am
I would like to adopt!
Number:
5
Picture:
Name:
Tyson
Species:
Domestic Dog, Boxer/Great Dane
Personality:
Tyson has most of the typical large breed traits; happy-go-lucky, loving, gentle, a bit clumsy, etc., but he has the energy of a three year old. His favorite form of energy burning is running. He could run for hours down the endless trails in the back woods. He's not particularly fast, but he loves it so much, he couldn't care less whether he got to where he was going first or not.
He has a habit of butting into work or play to join in. Usually his large, hyper self gets in the way more than he helps, but he's got such a lovable attitude that it's pretty hard to be mad at him for it. He also has some attention issues so he doesn't stick around for long anyway. After a bit, he'll be taking off to go find something else to do or someone else to play with.
He very much dislikes being in enclosed spaces. Generally, simply being inside the house wont bother him much, but he gets antsy if he's confined in just one room.
I can very much see him just chilling out on my back porch, a yellow bandanna around his neck, after a long run along the trails. <3
(I wanted to add the bandanna for two reasons. For one, it'd look adorable on him <3, and second, since he's such a runner, he'd be very likely to overheat in the summer. Putting wet bandannas around a dog's neck is a good way to keep them cool. The preferences state that this is okay, but I can remove it if there's a problem with it.)
Likes:
Running mostly. All that energy has to come out somewhere and for him, it's his paws. That, play and food are really the only three things he focuses on, but subconsciously, he's very grateful to have the life that he does.
He also loves thunderstorms. He'll often sit by the windows and watch them with curiosity as they pass through.
Dislikes:
Small, enclosed spaces are his biggest dislike. Being trapped beneath the table during the earthqake that took his old family from him rooted that fear deep.
He also doesn't like negative feelings; anger, jealousy, hostility, sadness, fear, etc. They make him nervous and withdrawn. He's very sensitive to emotion.
Background:
The sound of glass shattering. Another glass breaking as it hits the tile floors. Plates begin to fall next. The heavier ceramic breaking mixing with the delicacy of the finer glass. The tremor intensifies and a little girl holds tighter to the young dog by her side beneath the table.
Cabinets, small tables, the television, even the walls themselves begin to crack. Dust is flying, debris is falling, and tighter the two huddle together.
Car alarms sound, barely noticeable above the deafening roar of the quake, yet it continues, unaware of the fear and destruction.
A final loud crack is heard before the building comes down. Beams, boards and furniture rain down from above their hiding spot and Tyson hears that little voice for the last time crying for her mother.
Tyson jerks from his sleep. Every night the same memory of the event that took his family away and brought him to this shelter, replaces any pleasant dreams. Every morning he wakes up in this place. Small and cramped, the sounds of countless other dogs pleading for someone, anyone, to free them. He curls up again on his mat, submitting himself to the anxiety it all brings and waits.
He's a good dog. He doesn't bark at the visitors, he lets his eyes do the talking. They all see the fear and longing in those startling eyes, but they want puppies. Cute, small, fluffy puppies. Everything Tyson is not. He's been here for almost two months now.
The shelter workers take pity on him and sneak him out for play dates after visiting ours end. The second he's out the door, he becomes something else. Suddenly, he has energy and all the fear melts away. He tugs at his leash, eyes sparkling. It takes two of them to hold him back as they approach the fields. They stop in the middle, unhook the lead, and in no time, he's running his heart out. Up and down the long side of the field, chasing nothing and everything all at once. The workers smile and laugh at his antics. They've brought a ball this time and they have a laugh throwing it for him and watching the big clumsy dog fall all over himself to pluck it from the tall grass.
All too soon, it's time to return. He knows he'll be taken back to his prison, but he follows them obediently. Pleading with his eyes not to make him go back. By now they know not to look him in the face. It only hurts that much more.
An hour later he's back on his mat. He's eaten his dinner and a treat snuck by one of the workers. Tired and full, he slips back into his memory to wait for the next day.
"Tomorrow!? Are you sure?"
Tyson opens an eye, awoken before the cries that usually jolt him from slumber.
"Says so right here." Two of the workers were standing outside his cell reading a notice left by someone else earlier that morning. "He's been here two months. It's just normal procedure. At least it's scheduled for after visiting hours. He'll have today and tomorrow before . . "
"Damn . . . Are you sure Lucy can't take him?" They sounded worried, but Tyson didn't understand. He didn't recognize the name they spoke or why she sounded so important. Their body language and the tones of their voices showed panic and sadness, but they offered no suggestion for what he should do to help them.
"She can't, he's too big and has too much energy." That one shook her head and concealed a tear.
Tyson didn't know much about human communication, but he knew about tears. He stepped up to the chain link door separating him from them and pressed his great head against the hand she had rested there.
They took him out again that afternoon, but this time they didn't laugh. He ran and ran, chasing a rabbit, the ball, a crow. When he'd run out of things to chase, he just ran in circles until he collapsed in a heap of worn-out, happy dog, tongue lolling out of his great gaping, smiling mouth. He rolled in the grass, enjoying it's cool feel against his hot fur, and kicking his legs, as if trying to push himself further into the green mat below him. Life was good when he wasn't cooped up.
They took him back later than usual. It was dark by the time he was back in his cell. They fed him an extra serving topped with an extra treat and said their goodnights.
The next day, none of them would look at him. They'd hurry by on their way to help families with their dogs. Only a few of such families stopped by him. He'd raise his head and give them his plea before the parents would say 'No sweetie, we don't have the space for him.' he took that as a signal to lay back down and wait for the next ones.
Then, there was just one. A young woman, about 20, staring down at him. He raised his great head to star at her and she stared at him. There was no 'Please Mommy' or 'Not him', just a kind, soul-searching stare.
One of the workers noticed her standing there.
"Can I help you ma'am?" It was one of the workers who'd been talking in that very spot yesterday morning, the one who he'd pressed against.
"May I see him?"
She was taken aback, no one had shown so much interest, aside from the children of less willing adults.
"Uh, sure, sure you can" She ignored the usual rule against letting visitors into the cells with the dogs. Tyson wouldn't make a break for it, he knew better.
The woman stooped to take a look at him and smile as she reached out to scratch behind his ears.
She stayed there for a moment and Tyson was glad for it. Her hands were soft and gentle and her presence was calm. She put him at ease. He whined quietly and closed his eyes, enjoying the attention while it lasted. His tail wagged furiously, causing his entire back end to wiggle violently. She giggled a bit at his enthusiasm before standing again to leave the cell and follow the worker away.
Before he knew it, the two women were gone and he was left alone again. The whole thing was baffling. Nothing like that had ever happened before and they had both seemed so happy, yet here he still was. He wasn't sure what to think of it, so he set himself back into his normal routine, pushing away the confusion.
Another couple of hours passed before he saw the woman again. This time, she was carrying a collar, leash, and a yellow, specked cloth. She once again stepped through the door and knelt beside him. Without a word, she slipped on the collar and hooked the leash, saving the cloth for last. She wrapped it carefully, making sure the pattern showed. She the gave him another scratch behind the ears before beckoning him to follow her.
"C'mon Tyson. Let's go home boy."
(cliche story is cliche =P But I wanted to make him just a normal dog and that's how it happens with normal dogs, so~)
A picture you drew:
I tried to get that 'So excited and happy I'll explode if I dun chase this!' expression, but I dun know how well I did with that. XD I'm so unpracticed at boxer/GD type faces.
And a second, just cause I got inspired picturing him rolling in the grass. o3o
I apologise for any wonky grammar or spelling. I'm doing my once over on my old computer that has neither a browser with the features nor Word on it so I'm sure to miss a few things.
Number:
5
Picture:
Name:
Tyson
Species:
Domestic Dog, Boxer/Great Dane
Personality:
Tyson has most of the typical large breed traits; happy-go-lucky, loving, gentle, a bit clumsy, etc., but he has the energy of a three year old. His favorite form of energy burning is running. He could run for hours down the endless trails in the back woods. He's not particularly fast, but he loves it so much, he couldn't care less whether he got to where he was going first or not.
He has a habit of butting into work or play to join in. Usually his large, hyper self gets in the way more than he helps, but he's got such a lovable attitude that it's pretty hard to be mad at him for it. He also has some attention issues so he doesn't stick around for long anyway. After a bit, he'll be taking off to go find something else to do or someone else to play with.
He very much dislikes being in enclosed spaces. Generally, simply being inside the house wont bother him much, but he gets antsy if he's confined in just one room.
I can very much see him just chilling out on my back porch, a yellow bandanna around his neck, after a long run along the trails. <3
(I wanted to add the bandanna for two reasons. For one, it'd look adorable on him <3, and second, since he's such a runner, he'd be very likely to overheat in the summer. Putting wet bandannas around a dog's neck is a good way to keep them cool. The preferences state that this is okay, but I can remove it if there's a problem with it.)
Likes:
Running mostly. All that energy has to come out somewhere and for him, it's his paws. That, play and food are really the only three things he focuses on, but subconsciously, he's very grateful to have the life that he does.
He also loves thunderstorms. He'll often sit by the windows and watch them with curiosity as they pass through.
Dislikes:
Small, enclosed spaces are his biggest dislike. Being trapped beneath the table during the earthqake that took his old family from him rooted that fear deep.
He also doesn't like negative feelings; anger, jealousy, hostility, sadness, fear, etc. They make him nervous and withdrawn. He's very sensitive to emotion.
Background:
The sound of glass shattering. Another glass breaking as it hits the tile floors. Plates begin to fall next. The heavier ceramic breaking mixing with the delicacy of the finer glass. The tremor intensifies and a little girl holds tighter to the young dog by her side beneath the table.
Cabinets, small tables, the television, even the walls themselves begin to crack. Dust is flying, debris is falling, and tighter the two huddle together.
Car alarms sound, barely noticeable above the deafening roar of the quake, yet it continues, unaware of the fear and destruction.
A final loud crack is heard before the building comes down. Beams, boards and furniture rain down from above their hiding spot and Tyson hears that little voice for the last time crying for her mother.
Tyson jerks from his sleep. Every night the same memory of the event that took his family away and brought him to this shelter, replaces any pleasant dreams. Every morning he wakes up in this place. Small and cramped, the sounds of countless other dogs pleading for someone, anyone, to free them. He curls up again on his mat, submitting himself to the anxiety it all brings and waits.
He's a good dog. He doesn't bark at the visitors, he lets his eyes do the talking. They all see the fear and longing in those startling eyes, but they want puppies. Cute, small, fluffy puppies. Everything Tyson is not. He's been here for almost two months now.
The shelter workers take pity on him and sneak him out for play dates after visiting ours end. The second he's out the door, he becomes something else. Suddenly, he has energy and all the fear melts away. He tugs at his leash, eyes sparkling. It takes two of them to hold him back as they approach the fields. They stop in the middle, unhook the lead, and in no time, he's running his heart out. Up and down the long side of the field, chasing nothing and everything all at once. The workers smile and laugh at his antics. They've brought a ball this time and they have a laugh throwing it for him and watching the big clumsy dog fall all over himself to pluck it from the tall grass.
All too soon, it's time to return. He knows he'll be taken back to his prison, but he follows them obediently. Pleading with his eyes not to make him go back. By now they know not to look him in the face. It only hurts that much more.
An hour later he's back on his mat. He's eaten his dinner and a treat snuck by one of the workers. Tired and full, he slips back into his memory to wait for the next day.
"Tomorrow!? Are you sure?"
Tyson opens an eye, awoken before the cries that usually jolt him from slumber.
"Says so right here." Two of the workers were standing outside his cell reading a notice left by someone else earlier that morning. "He's been here two months. It's just normal procedure. At least it's scheduled for after visiting hours. He'll have today and tomorrow before . . "
"Damn . . . Are you sure Lucy can't take him?" They sounded worried, but Tyson didn't understand. He didn't recognize the name they spoke or why she sounded so important. Their body language and the tones of their voices showed panic and sadness, but they offered no suggestion for what he should do to help them.
"She can't, he's too big and has too much energy." That one shook her head and concealed a tear.
Tyson didn't know much about human communication, but he knew about tears. He stepped up to the chain link door separating him from them and pressed his great head against the hand she had rested there.
They took him out again that afternoon, but this time they didn't laugh. He ran and ran, chasing a rabbit, the ball, a crow. When he'd run out of things to chase, he just ran in circles until he collapsed in a heap of worn-out, happy dog, tongue lolling out of his great gaping, smiling mouth. He rolled in the grass, enjoying it's cool feel against his hot fur, and kicking his legs, as if trying to push himself further into the green mat below him. Life was good when he wasn't cooped up.
They took him back later than usual. It was dark by the time he was back in his cell. They fed him an extra serving topped with an extra treat and said their goodnights.
The next day, none of them would look at him. They'd hurry by on their way to help families with their dogs. Only a few of such families stopped by him. He'd raise his head and give them his plea before the parents would say 'No sweetie, we don't have the space for him.' he took that as a signal to lay back down and wait for the next ones.
Then, there was just one. A young woman, about 20, staring down at him. He raised his great head to star at her and she stared at him. There was no 'Please Mommy' or 'Not him', just a kind, soul-searching stare.
One of the workers noticed her standing there.
"Can I help you ma'am?" It was one of the workers who'd been talking in that very spot yesterday morning, the one who he'd pressed against.
"May I see him?"
She was taken aback, no one had shown so much interest, aside from the children of less willing adults.
"Uh, sure, sure you can" She ignored the usual rule against letting visitors into the cells with the dogs. Tyson wouldn't make a break for it, he knew better.
The woman stooped to take a look at him and smile as she reached out to scratch behind his ears.
She stayed there for a moment and Tyson was glad for it. Her hands were soft and gentle and her presence was calm. She put him at ease. He whined quietly and closed his eyes, enjoying the attention while it lasted. His tail wagged furiously, causing his entire back end to wiggle violently. She giggled a bit at his enthusiasm before standing again to leave the cell and follow the worker away.
Before he knew it, the two women were gone and he was left alone again. The whole thing was baffling. Nothing like that had ever happened before and they had both seemed so happy, yet here he still was. He wasn't sure what to think of it, so he set himself back into his normal routine, pushing away the confusion.
Another couple of hours passed before he saw the woman again. This time, she was carrying a collar, leash, and a yellow, specked cloth. She once again stepped through the door and knelt beside him. Without a word, she slipped on the collar and hooked the leash, saving the cloth for last. She wrapped it carefully, making sure the pattern showed. She the gave him another scratch behind the ears before beckoning him to follow her.
"C'mon Tyson. Let's go home boy."
(cliche story is cliche =P But I wanted to make him just a normal dog and that's how it happens with normal dogs, so~)
A picture you drew:
I tried to get that 'So excited and happy I'll explode if I dun chase this!' expression, but I dun know how well I did with that. XD I'm so unpracticed at boxer/GD type faces.
And a second, just cause I got inspired picturing him rolling in the grass. o3o
I apologise for any wonky grammar or spelling. I'm doing my once over on my old computer that has neither a browser with the features nor Word on it so I'm sure to miss a few things.
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Re: Tough as Nails Adoption (Get a high quality character!)
by Toadfoal » Wed Aug 04, 2010 9:47 am
Pulled out.
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Re: Tough as Nails Adoption (Get a high quality character!)
by Magicly » Wed Aug 04, 2010 9:55 am
When will you post the winners of the adopts? (i want to know and see how long i have befor i can post my fourm im working on my story)
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Paene
by Madame Butterfly » Wed Aug 04, 2010 10:13 am
I would like to adopt!
Number: 16
Picture:
Name: Paene (Latin; "almost, nearly")
Species: Echo creature
Personality: Slow-witted and gentle, a friendly and sweet creature that enjoys being around others. He is very determined and would be loyal if he had anyone to be loyal to. He tries his best to help out anyone in trouble.
Likes: Humankind, children especially. He enjoys watching the sunset and the sunrise. He loves expressions of love; like a father hugging a daughter, or a deer cuddling up with a rabbit. He also really likes the smell of gasoline but cannot get anywhere near cars, or else accidents happen.
Dislikes: Being alone.
Background:
A picture you drew:
Number: 16
Picture:
Name: Paene (Latin; "almost, nearly")
Species: Echo creature
Personality: Slow-witted and gentle, a friendly and sweet creature that enjoys being around others. He is very determined and would be loyal if he had anyone to be loyal to. He tries his best to help out anyone in trouble.
Likes: Humankind, children especially. He enjoys watching the sunset and the sunrise. He loves expressions of love; like a father hugging a daughter, or a deer cuddling up with a rabbit. He also really likes the smell of gasoline but cannot get anywhere near cars, or else accidents happen.
Dislikes: Being alone.
Background:
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave tear drops everywhere
OWL CITY - Fireflies
There are dreams, and then; there are nightmares.
Our imaginations are constantly floating and turning and twisting; slightly controlled as we are awake but unchecked while we dream. When we are sleeping our minds crawl into the strangest places, picking up and even creating ideas of such wonder and horror that it's amazing how quickly we forget what we’ve wrought in the waking world. We think that if we’ve made them in our minds, these creations have no bearing on our outside world. We are wrong in thinking this. Forgotten beings lie sleepless and dreamless in the darkest parts of our minds, crying and moaning without a voice, and screaming silently for our attention. In this cold place they wait for their harsh birth. The power of the human mind is completely outside of our own understanding.
As we fall asleep, we cannot create and then discard. Wisps of thought get tangled into reality and bleed into the very fabric of our world. These abandoned creatures limp forgotten in the world where we're not aware of them at all, except for at the very corner of our consciousness. They’re in every deep, dark shadow; in each puddle when the ripples run through. They are the echos which answer us when we shout aimlessly in caves and down into canyons. (<--Um. Don't freaking steal this part please. I stole this from my book, which I'm planning to publish. I need to work on the whole point of it, which this character will help me with. It would be very nasty if anyone were to use this here for anything)
Without a voice to howl with, or without any physical shape, they wander quite unnoticed.
Paene was the first of his kind to find a way to interact with the world, although he was not the first to be lonely enough to try. He floated, fog-like, into the skull of a long-dead wolf, and found he could make the mortals aware of his presence—not just of the skull, but of the mock-wolf body he formed his presence into—by wearing the wolf skull. Unfortunately this did nothing to solve his loneliness. People ran away from him. They were reasonably terrified by his existence, the complete dark mood of his appearance, and never stayed long enough to uncover his sweet character.
He is a determined and, quite honestly, a slow-witted creature. He walks this earth to find someone to be with, a friend. He never needs to sleep or breathe or eat; he walks quite calmly through lakes and the only thing that stops him from going through walls, would be the skull on his head (which is still physical).
At least he has learned a little about his own short comings. He now uses his terrifying appearance to help--he will sit quietly by a broken bridge, warning people away. He has stood in-between a bear and a baby, though he was quite afraid and was shaking; but the bear was luckily disturbed by his appearance and left. He chased two kids out of a forest they were exploring, back into their warm loving home. They'd gotten lost and were quite unaware about the dangers of a forest at night; he was sad to see them run, and felt very bad about scaring them.
There had been one time where he'd almost been given hope. A small scrappy girl with a muddied face and searching brown eyes, living with her folks on the wrong side of town and fighting for every morsel of bread that she could get for her and them--she'd gathered him up in her arms when he scared the shop keeper away from his wares. He stood by her side as she used her shirt to hold oranges, breads, and meats that she took from the abandoned shop. He was happy for once to be appreciated for his looks.
The girl kissed the top of his skull before she left.
She promised to talk it over with her parents, and looked hopeful. The next day her family--including that sharp little girl--were chained up for avoiding taxes, and thrown into jail. He would have waited for her, or attacked the guards at least... but she shooed him away.
"G'on, shoo boy," she commanded him, "Ah dun't want anythin' ta do with ya gettin' hurt. Get, now! You hear?"
He'd whined but obeyed her orders. He never saw her again.
Time is not something his kind understand... she could have died there in prison years ago, or yesterday. She could have lived out her life and had her own grandchildren. She could still be there, behind bars, the same age as when he saw her last.
Time is something he doesn't comprehend.
Paene wishes more than anything that he can be accepted for what he is, instead of being judged on looks alone. He wants to be "a real boy" as well... he wants to be a family pet, to be cared for by parents and snuggled and loved by a child who does not weep at the sight of him.
But for now he remains the creature who is "almost, nearly" there.
Our imaginations are constantly floating and turning and twisting; slightly controlled as we are awake but unchecked while we dream. When we are sleeping our minds crawl into the strangest places, picking up and even creating ideas of such wonder and horror that it's amazing how quickly we forget what we’ve wrought in the waking world. We think that if we’ve made them in our minds, these creations have no bearing on our outside world. We are wrong in thinking this. Forgotten beings lie sleepless and dreamless in the darkest parts of our minds, crying and moaning without a voice, and screaming silently for our attention. In this cold place they wait for their harsh birth. The power of the human mind is completely outside of our own understanding.
As we fall asleep, we cannot create and then discard. Wisps of thought get tangled into reality and bleed into the very fabric of our world. These abandoned creatures limp forgotten in the world where we're not aware of them at all, except for at the very corner of our consciousness. They’re in every deep, dark shadow; in each puddle when the ripples run through. They are the echos which answer us when we shout aimlessly in caves and down into canyons. (<--Um. Don't freaking steal this part please. I stole this from my book, which I'm planning to publish. I need to work on the whole point of it, which this character will help me with. It would be very nasty if anyone were to use this here for anything)
Without a voice to howl with, or without any physical shape, they wander quite unnoticed.
Paene was the first of his kind to find a way to interact with the world, although he was not the first to be lonely enough to try. He floated, fog-like, into the skull of a long-dead wolf, and found he could make the mortals aware of his presence—not just of the skull, but of the mock-wolf body he formed his presence into—by wearing the wolf skull. Unfortunately this did nothing to solve his loneliness. People ran away from him. They were reasonably terrified by his existence, the complete dark mood of his appearance, and never stayed long enough to uncover his sweet character.
He is a determined and, quite honestly, a slow-witted creature. He walks this earth to find someone to be with, a friend. He never needs to sleep or breathe or eat; he walks quite calmly through lakes and the only thing that stops him from going through walls, would be the skull on his head (which is still physical).
At least he has learned a little about his own short comings. He now uses his terrifying appearance to help--he will sit quietly by a broken bridge, warning people away. He has stood in-between a bear and a baby, though he was quite afraid and was shaking; but the bear was luckily disturbed by his appearance and left. He chased two kids out of a forest they were exploring, back into their warm loving home. They'd gotten lost and were quite unaware about the dangers of a forest at night; he was sad to see them run, and felt very bad about scaring them.
There had been one time where he'd almost been given hope. A small scrappy girl with a muddied face and searching brown eyes, living with her folks on the wrong side of town and fighting for every morsel of bread that she could get for her and them--she'd gathered him up in her arms when he scared the shop keeper away from his wares. He stood by her side as she used her shirt to hold oranges, breads, and meats that she took from the abandoned shop. He was happy for once to be appreciated for his looks.
The girl kissed the top of his skull before she left.
She promised to talk it over with her parents, and looked hopeful. The next day her family--including that sharp little girl--were chained up for avoiding taxes, and thrown into jail. He would have waited for her, or attacked the guards at least... but she shooed him away.
"G'on, shoo boy," she commanded him, "Ah dun't want anythin' ta do with ya gettin' hurt. Get, now! You hear?"
He'd whined but obeyed her orders. He never saw her again.
Time is not something his kind understand... she could have died there in prison years ago, or yesterday. She could have lived out her life and had her own grandchildren. She could still be there, behind bars, the same age as when he saw her last.
Time is something he doesn't comprehend.
Paene wishes more than anything that he can be accepted for what he is, instead of being judged on looks alone. He wants to be "a real boy" as well... he wants to be a family pet, to be cared for by parents and snuggled and loved by a child who does not weep at the sight of him.
But for now he remains the creature who is "almost, nearly" there.
A picture you drew:
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Re: Tough as Nails Adoption (Get a high quality character!)
by Dia. » Wed Aug 04, 2010 10:26 am
I would like to adopt!
Number: 11
Picture:
Name: Thinder
Species: German Smili
Personality:
Likes:
Being alone or with few others
The Quiet
Yet he still loves thunder storms
Sleeping
gloom/darkness
Night
Dislikes:
Big crowds
When it is too bright out or when things are too happy
Day
Memories
Background
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Everyone has to feel it at some point.... you know that feeling you get when you no longer wish to live? When you think, "Why on earth was I ever created, just to be treated like an outcast?" That's exactly what I am, an outcast, destined to rein over my tribe after my father, as I was the eldest. Apparently, many believed I was not fit for the role, and rumors started to circulate. When my father's health suddenly started to decline with no explanation, things started to get a little bigger, and a lot more out of hand. I had always known my younger brother wanted to be king, and I knew he had the pride and ambition for it. What I didn't know is that he had the guts to spread lies about me, to get me exiled... banned from my own tribe, banned from the forest surrounding us. However, that was exactly as he decided to do.
I plod forward, grimly remembering only a few hours ago, the huge crowd that was soon to be the tribe I led gathering outside my small home. They were yelling angrily, threatening me. I had no idea what was going on, or what I did to deserve this. I went out to meet them, asking what was wrong. My brother strode out of his home, "Don't you know brother?" He had declared regally, "You are no longer wanted as leader of this tribe or as a regular member of this tribe, and you have never been. The answer is clear you must leave." The words echo in my head over and over again, "Thinder, we all know you poisoned father, leave... now." I had looked at the crowd, shocked, then met the eyes of my soon-to-be mate, tears in her eyes. I had opened my mouth to ask her to come with me, but a few others herded her away, blocking her. Without a second look around the gathered smilis, I had made a dash for it, hurtling out of the tribe and into the surrounding forest. The sound of cheering from behind me had made my heart ache, and the feeling was slowly coming back.
I came to a small hole in the ground at the roots of a tree towards the end of the border, precariously close to human lands. I can't go on any more and I need some rest. Maybe this is all a terrible dream... maybe I will wake up in my home in my tribe once again. This time to the sound of birds chirping and cubs playing instead of the roaring sound of an angry mob.
•••
I groan waking up, still in the small hole I was when I went to sleep, "So this isn't a dream after all..." I heave myself to my paws, thinking For as long as I have lived, I have been taught to believe and be grateful in the being that created us all. But right now, I'm not feeling anything. I tilt my head to the sky, "Why would you let this happen!!!!" I yowl, a flock of birds scatter out of the tree above me squawking and I grumble. I stare down at my paws, then back to the sky. Why was I ever born if this is what I have to live for, being kicked out of my tribe, accused of causing my father's decline in health... My thoughts are interrupted as thunder crashed overhead, practically shaking the ground I am standing on.
This doesn't bother me... it fits my mood... you know, when people are angry or sad and the rain cloud appears above their head, only raining on them? I lift my head to the sky, accepting the downpour. I have to say, getting wet did make me feel a little better, and better still as the dirt I was standing in slowly turned to mud. I kneed my paws in it, much like a soft, domesticated house cat would on a cushion. The mud squeezed between my toes and cooled down my paws, still burning from fleeing the tribe.
Shaking in the bushes in front of me causes me to dash up a tree with instinct. A small herd of deer dashes through my makeshift camp in search of better cover. A bad thing about being alone? Not having help with hunting... I time it carefully and drop down out of the tree, landing on a doe's back, quickly bringing her down as the herd stopped, shocked, then dash off. I easily kill her. A good thing about it? Not having to share my prey with the others. I set myself up to fill my belly, which I just noticed was rumbling.
Finished, I drag my leftovers over to my under a dense bush and out of the rain, then I sit, watching the sky as the rain continues to fall. My pelt is soaked, but what do I care... my scent would be washed off of me and I would be in no danger wandering. I would be seen as a loner or a rogue, and hopefully left alone. As the excitement of a successful kill and prey filling my belly dimmed, I start to feel the gloom again, even through the pouring rain. I feel useless not being in a tribe. The questions return to my head, Why on earth am I even alive?
My thoughts are interrupted as a small, helpless voice sounds behind me. I turn, shocked to see a pitiful, drenched female cub, crouching in my shadow. I scent the air, and faintly under the falling rain I smell a rogue female, probably the young cub's mother. I groan She just abandons the cub behind my back and leaves... but... maybe she could no longer care for her. I did also pick up the metallic tinge of blood mixed in... I bend to sniff the poor thing, and it squeals and tries to pull away. "Don't worry..." I say quietly, "Come on..." Her mood clearly changes and she squeals again, this time more happily, then bolts under my chest, leaning on my legs, and taking cover. A gleam out of the corner of my eye makes me turn my head, and I think I see the eyes of another smili, then the figure rushes off.
I now know believe that everything that happens has a reason... I was cast away from my tribe to care for a cub, sad and malnourished, brought to me by her mother, brave to drop her at the paws of a stranger.
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Number: 11
Picture:
Name: Thinder
Species: German Smili
Personality:
Likes:
Being alone or with few others
The Quiet
Yet he still loves thunder storms
Sleeping
gloom/darkness
Night
Dislikes:
Big crowds
When it is too bright out or when things are too happy
Day
Memories
Background
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Everyone has to feel it at some point.... you know that feeling you get when you no longer wish to live? When you think, "Why on earth was I ever created, just to be treated like an outcast?" That's exactly what I am, an outcast, destined to rein over my tribe after my father, as I was the eldest. Apparently, many believed I was not fit for the role, and rumors started to circulate. When my father's health suddenly started to decline with no explanation, things started to get a little bigger, and a lot more out of hand. I had always known my younger brother wanted to be king, and I knew he had the pride and ambition for it. What I didn't know is that he had the guts to spread lies about me, to get me exiled... banned from my own tribe, banned from the forest surrounding us. However, that was exactly as he decided to do.
I plod forward, grimly remembering only a few hours ago, the huge crowd that was soon to be the tribe I led gathering outside my small home. They were yelling angrily, threatening me. I had no idea what was going on, or what I did to deserve this. I went out to meet them, asking what was wrong. My brother strode out of his home, "Don't you know brother?" He had declared regally, "You are no longer wanted as leader of this tribe or as a regular member of this tribe, and you have never been. The answer is clear you must leave." The words echo in my head over and over again, "Thinder, we all know you poisoned father, leave... now." I had looked at the crowd, shocked, then met the eyes of my soon-to-be mate, tears in her eyes. I had opened my mouth to ask her to come with me, but a few others herded her away, blocking her. Without a second look around the gathered smilis, I had made a dash for it, hurtling out of the tribe and into the surrounding forest. The sound of cheering from behind me had made my heart ache, and the feeling was slowly coming back.
I came to a small hole in the ground at the roots of a tree towards the end of the border, precariously close to human lands. I can't go on any more and I need some rest. Maybe this is all a terrible dream... maybe I will wake up in my home in my tribe once again. This time to the sound of birds chirping and cubs playing instead of the roaring sound of an angry mob.
•••
I groan waking up, still in the small hole I was when I went to sleep, "So this isn't a dream after all..." I heave myself to my paws, thinking For as long as I have lived, I have been taught to believe and be grateful in the being that created us all. But right now, I'm not feeling anything. I tilt my head to the sky, "Why would you let this happen!!!!" I yowl, a flock of birds scatter out of the tree above me squawking and I grumble. I stare down at my paws, then back to the sky. Why was I ever born if this is what I have to live for, being kicked out of my tribe, accused of causing my father's decline in health... My thoughts are interrupted as thunder crashed overhead, practically shaking the ground I am standing on.
This doesn't bother me... it fits my mood... you know, when people are angry or sad and the rain cloud appears above their head, only raining on them? I lift my head to the sky, accepting the downpour. I have to say, getting wet did make me feel a little better, and better still as the dirt I was standing in slowly turned to mud. I kneed my paws in it, much like a soft, domesticated house cat would on a cushion. The mud squeezed between my toes and cooled down my paws, still burning from fleeing the tribe.
Shaking in the bushes in front of me causes me to dash up a tree with instinct. A small herd of deer dashes through my makeshift camp in search of better cover. A bad thing about being alone? Not having help with hunting... I time it carefully and drop down out of the tree, landing on a doe's back, quickly bringing her down as the herd stopped, shocked, then dash off. I easily kill her. A good thing about it? Not having to share my prey with the others. I set myself up to fill my belly, which I just noticed was rumbling.
Finished, I drag my leftovers over to my under a dense bush and out of the rain, then I sit, watching the sky as the rain continues to fall. My pelt is soaked, but what do I care... my scent would be washed off of me and I would be in no danger wandering. I would be seen as a loner or a rogue, and hopefully left alone. As the excitement of a successful kill and prey filling my belly dimmed, I start to feel the gloom again, even through the pouring rain. I feel useless not being in a tribe. The questions return to my head, Why on earth am I even alive?
My thoughts are interrupted as a small, helpless voice sounds behind me. I turn, shocked to see a pitiful, drenched female cub, crouching in my shadow. I scent the air, and faintly under the falling rain I smell a rogue female, probably the young cub's mother. I groan She just abandons the cub behind my back and leaves... but... maybe she could no longer care for her. I did also pick up the metallic tinge of blood mixed in... I bend to sniff the poor thing, and it squeals and tries to pull away. "Don't worry..." I say quietly, "Come on..." Her mood clearly changes and she squeals again, this time more happily, then bolts under my chest, leaning on my legs, and taking cover. A gleam out of the corner of my eye makes me turn my head, and I think I see the eyes of another smili, then the figure rushes off.
I now know believe that everything that happens has a reason... I was cast away from my tribe to care for a cub, sad and malnourished, brought to me by her mother, brave to drop her at the paws of a stranger.
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Re: Tough as Nails Adoption (Get a high quality character!)
by tinydoodles » Wed Aug 04, 2010 10:37 am
I would like to adopt!
Number: #5.
Picture:
Name: Tyson.
Species: Boxer/Great Dane mix.
Personality: Tyson is a bit slow on the uptake, but he is very sweet with an excessive amount of energy. He is also rather clumsy.
Nickname: Ty.
Likes:
Tennis balls.
Tyson has always loved balls. And he's so full of energy that he often appears to bounce around himself. He loves a tennis balls' bright color and the way it fits perfectly in his mouth.
"Mr. Squeaks"
"Mr. Squeaks" is a plush rat with a squeaker inside that was given to to him when Tyson was at the pound. It has always been very close to him.
Tyana
Tyson's sister. They were separated when their mother was hit by a car, but they were reunited at the pound. They have always been extremely close.
Mom and Dad
Tyson's owners. They adopted Tyson and Tyana from the pound together.
Dislikes:
The pound
The worst months of Tyson's life were spent at the pound. Cruel, grubby men, helpless puppies, even ones who were beaten and starved, and tiny, dirty cages are what he remembers most about this place.
Bees
Tyson once had a bad experience with a bee. He was snuffling around in a flowerbed (digging up tulips), when a bee stung him on the nose. It was swollen, itchy, and sore for days.
Cars
When Tyson and Tyana were little, their mother was hit by a car and died. They were separated by two strange men, then taken to the pound. He'll never forget the terror in the stinky dust clouds and the roaring engines.
Background: I pressed my body hard against Tyana's. She's all I had left. Mother was gone - her dead body lay before us. Then a strange smelling man grasped me, and another Tyana. I yipped and squirmed, but he wouldn't let go. Tyana! Tyana was being pulled away from me... Tyana... Tyana...
*~*~*
I awoke with a start. Then I whimpered, scared not to feel Tyana's sleek pelt on mine. Then it dawned on me. Tyana was at the vet. She hadn't been eating, she had been limping, and she had a funnny smelling bump on her leg. Mom said it's called cancer, whatever that is. But if it keeps me away from Tyana I don't like it.
Thunk... Thunk... Thunk... SQUEAK...! I heard Mom coming down the stairs. There's the squeaky step. She picked her way to my dog-bed by the TV and began to speak.
"Are you okay Ty? I thought I heard you yip." she sighed, "I miss Tya too," she threw her arms around my neck and stroked my back. How does she know how much I miss Tya? I wondered. Then I snuffled in her ear comfortingly.
"Why don't you come upstairs with us?" she said, and I bounced out of my bed and up the stairs. Mom followed after, lugging my dog-bed behind her.
She put my dog-bed at the foot of the big bed, but I was already snoring on top of the comforter.
*~*~*
"Ty! They're here!" I practically flew down the stairs at her call.
'Tyana!' I barked, as loudly as I could, then I through my weight at the closed front door, barking again. I almost fell over backwards when Dad flung it open. Tya's here! Then I froze. There was Tyana, she smelled like the vet and looked almost exactly the same - but she was missing a leg.
'Tyson! You're here!' she began to lick my face.
'What h-happened to your l-leg?' I was scared.
'I don't know,' she answered sympathetically, 'the vet gave me a shot that made me fall asleep. When I woke up, my leg was gone. But please don't worry, I can still run, and play, and snuggle, and climb stairs, and... d-do you still love me?'
'Tyana! Of course I still love you!' I stepped closer to her, so our sleek pelts brush, 'even if we get old, and my fur turns white, and yours falls out, and I lose two legs, and were too rickety to even pick up a tennis ball, I'd still love you.'
'Good. I'd love you too Ty,' she resumed licking my face, 'Last one to dig up a tennis ball is a rotten dog biscuit!' she launched herself outside and began to dig in the grass.
'No fair! You got a head start!' I was in hot pursuit of a tennis ball.
Good times. If only they could last.
*~*~*
'Car ride!' We bounced into the backseat of the car, and stuck our heads out of the open window.
'I love car rides!' Tyana howled.
'Me tooooo!' I howled louder.
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Number: #5.
Picture:
Name: Tyson.
Species: Boxer/Great Dane mix.
Personality: Tyson is a bit slow on the uptake, but he is very sweet with an excessive amount of energy. He is also rather clumsy.
Nickname: Ty.
Likes:
Tennis balls.
Tyson has always loved balls. And he's so full of energy that he often appears to bounce around himself. He loves a tennis balls' bright color and the way it fits perfectly in his mouth.
"Mr. Squeaks"
"Mr. Squeaks" is a plush rat with a squeaker inside that was given to to him when Tyson was at the pound. It has always been very close to him.
Tyana
Tyson's sister. They were separated when their mother was hit by a car, but they were reunited at the pound. They have always been extremely close.
Mom and Dad
Tyson's owners. They adopted Tyson and Tyana from the pound together.
Dislikes:
The pound
The worst months of Tyson's life were spent at the pound. Cruel, grubby men, helpless puppies, even ones who were beaten and starved, and tiny, dirty cages are what he remembers most about this place.
Bees
Tyson once had a bad experience with a bee. He was snuffling around in a flowerbed (digging up tulips), when a bee stung him on the nose. It was swollen, itchy, and sore for days.
Cars
When Tyson and Tyana were little, their mother was hit by a car and died. They were separated by two strange men, then taken to the pound. He'll never forget the terror in the stinky dust clouds and the roaring engines.
Background: I pressed my body hard against Tyana's. She's all I had left. Mother was gone - her dead body lay before us. Then a strange smelling man grasped me, and another Tyana. I yipped and squirmed, but he wouldn't let go. Tyana! Tyana was being pulled away from me... Tyana... Tyana...
*~*~*
I awoke with a start. Then I whimpered, scared not to feel Tyana's sleek pelt on mine. Then it dawned on me. Tyana was at the vet. She hadn't been eating, she had been limping, and she had a funnny smelling bump on her leg. Mom said it's called cancer, whatever that is. But if it keeps me away from Tyana I don't like it.
Thunk... Thunk... Thunk... SQUEAK...! I heard Mom coming down the stairs. There's the squeaky step. She picked her way to my dog-bed by the TV and began to speak.
"Are you okay Ty? I thought I heard you yip." she sighed, "I miss Tya too," she threw her arms around my neck and stroked my back. How does she know how much I miss Tya? I wondered. Then I snuffled in her ear comfortingly.
"Why don't you come upstairs with us?" she said, and I bounced out of my bed and up the stairs. Mom followed after, lugging my dog-bed behind her.
She put my dog-bed at the foot of the big bed, but I was already snoring on top of the comforter.
*~*~*
"Ty! They're here!" I practically flew down the stairs at her call.
'Tyana!' I barked, as loudly as I could, then I through my weight at the closed front door, barking again. I almost fell over backwards when Dad flung it open. Tya's here! Then I froze. There was Tyana, she smelled like the vet and looked almost exactly the same - but she was missing a leg.
'Tyson! You're here!' she began to lick my face.
'What h-happened to your l-leg?' I was scared.
'I don't know,' she answered sympathetically, 'the vet gave me a shot that made me fall asleep. When I woke up, my leg was gone. But please don't worry, I can still run, and play, and snuggle, and climb stairs, and... d-do you still love me?'
'Tyana! Of course I still love you!' I stepped closer to her, so our sleek pelts brush, 'even if we get old, and my fur turns white, and yours falls out, and I lose two legs, and were too rickety to even pick up a tennis ball, I'd still love you.'
'Good. I'd love you too Ty,' she resumed licking my face, 'Last one to dig up a tennis ball is a rotten dog biscuit!' she launched herself outside and began to dig in the grass.
'No fair! You got a head start!' I was in hot pursuit of a tennis ball.
Good times. If only they could last.
*~*~*
'Car ride!' We bounced into the backseat of the car, and stuck our heads out of the open window.
'I love car rides!' Tyana howled.
'Me tooooo!' I howled louder.
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Re: Tough as Nails Adoption (Get a high quality character!)
by calphina » Wed Aug 04, 2010 11:10 am
I would like to adopt!
Number: 15
Picture:
Name: Eyolf
Species: Striped Wolf, he is a rare breed
Personality: Eyolf is very shy, he loves to just sit and stare at nature around him, he could lay down on the grass and stare at the clouds for hours
Likes: Fuzzy animals, fish, exoctic colors
Dislikes: Pushy wolves, nighttime (since its the only time he glows)
Background :
Eyolf was always different than the other wolves, his parents were both pitch black..but he came out with stripes. His mother named him Eyolf and told him he was a very lucky pup because he was from a rare breed that ran in his family veins, only a few of his kind are born every year. He did not feel very lucky..he felt tired of being different. Every time he would go out of the cave as a pup the other pups would not want anything to do with him cause of his strange colors..they called him rainbow, which dosent seem like a bad name but to him it hurt. He wished he was never born with these stupid stripes..it made him stand out at night so it was harder to hunt. One thing he learned from his stripes was that it seemed to attract fish, so as he grew up when all the other wolves went to hunt deer in the woods he headed to the lake and just ate fish for dinner.
Eyolf was a very shy wolf as he grew up his colors seemed to pop out of his fur more and more, until it seemed to have a slight glow every time it grew dark. The stripes us to only be small spots, but they grew into stripes as he aged. He didnt seem to mind the stripes that he got from his bloodline, since they helped him catch his food. Eyolf looked out into the distance, he was standing on the edge of the mountain valley that he had lived in his whole life..but he knew there were others out there like him, somewhere beyond the mountain peaks and streams where he catches his fish. There must be others that shine lightly as he does in the night, making it hard for them to hunt their prey as well. He was never aloud to hunt with the pack..even since that one night when he was beside his mother..he stepped on a branch and spooked the buck..the buck turned its head and saw him out of the corner of its eyes..and dissapeared in a cloud of dust, the pack had to search another hour to find a deer large enough to feed everyone. He was sent back to the caves with a younger pup.
Present Day:
It had been a few years since he was last asked to hunt with the pack, he sighed softly as he watched his family walk into the woods for another one of their pack dinner hunts. He turned his gaze to the sky where the clouds where swirling around and making amazing shapes, he wished sometimes that he had wings so he could just float around with the clouds and let everything that bothered him drift by. Eyolf sighed again before he stood up, he might as well go get his own dinner since he wasent gonna be able to eat the meat the others caught without feeling guilty since he didnt help kill it. He made his way down the old dusty trail through the side of the mountain toward the creek where he usually caught his meal when he felt like using his colors for good. Eyolf looked into the stream and than steped into it, shivering slighty as the water slid through his black coat, as the light hit his coat the colors seemed to float from his pelt into the stream causing the fish to swim over to where the water was reflecting the colors, he smiled softly as he swung his paw down on top of a big fish, knocking it out before he picked it up out of the water with his teeth. At Least he could use his shimmering colors for catching these delicious fish even if they hinder hunter animals.
A picture you drew: I did a headshot of Eyolf with his favorite type of fish
Number: 15
Picture:
Name: Eyolf
Species: Striped Wolf, he is a rare breed
Personality: Eyolf is very shy, he loves to just sit and stare at nature around him, he could lay down on the grass and stare at the clouds for hours
Likes: Fuzzy animals, fish, exoctic colors
Dislikes: Pushy wolves, nighttime (since its the only time he glows)
Background :
Eyolf was always different than the other wolves, his parents were both pitch black..but he came out with stripes. His mother named him Eyolf and told him he was a very lucky pup because he was from a rare breed that ran in his family veins, only a few of his kind are born every year. He did not feel very lucky..he felt tired of being different. Every time he would go out of the cave as a pup the other pups would not want anything to do with him cause of his strange colors..they called him rainbow, which dosent seem like a bad name but to him it hurt. He wished he was never born with these stupid stripes..it made him stand out at night so it was harder to hunt. One thing he learned from his stripes was that it seemed to attract fish, so as he grew up when all the other wolves went to hunt deer in the woods he headed to the lake and just ate fish for dinner.
Eyolf was a very shy wolf as he grew up his colors seemed to pop out of his fur more and more, until it seemed to have a slight glow every time it grew dark. The stripes us to only be small spots, but they grew into stripes as he aged. He didnt seem to mind the stripes that he got from his bloodline, since they helped him catch his food. Eyolf looked out into the distance, he was standing on the edge of the mountain valley that he had lived in his whole life..but he knew there were others out there like him, somewhere beyond the mountain peaks and streams where he catches his fish. There must be others that shine lightly as he does in the night, making it hard for them to hunt their prey as well. He was never aloud to hunt with the pack..even since that one night when he was beside his mother..he stepped on a branch and spooked the buck..the buck turned its head and saw him out of the corner of its eyes..and dissapeared in a cloud of dust, the pack had to search another hour to find a deer large enough to feed everyone. He was sent back to the caves with a younger pup.
Present Day:
It had been a few years since he was last asked to hunt with the pack, he sighed softly as he watched his family walk into the woods for another one of their pack dinner hunts. He turned his gaze to the sky where the clouds where swirling around and making amazing shapes, he wished sometimes that he had wings so he could just float around with the clouds and let everything that bothered him drift by. Eyolf sighed again before he stood up, he might as well go get his own dinner since he wasent gonna be able to eat the meat the others caught without feeling guilty since he didnt help kill it. He made his way down the old dusty trail through the side of the mountain toward the creek where he usually caught his meal when he felt like using his colors for good. Eyolf looked into the stream and than steped into it, shivering slighty as the water slid through his black coat, as the light hit his coat the colors seemed to float from his pelt into the stream causing the fish to swim over to where the water was reflecting the colors, he smiled softly as he swung his paw down on top of a big fish, knocking it out before he picked it up out of the water with his teeth. At Least he could use his shimmering colors for catching these delicious fish even if they hinder hunter animals.
A picture you drew: I did a headshot of Eyolf with his favorite type of fish
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Re: Tough as Nails Adoption (Get a high quality character!)
by gingertail98 » Wed Aug 04, 2010 11:20 am
I would like to adopt!
Number:
3
Picture:
Name:
Lupao (Pronounced Loo-PAY-oh)
*Side Note* I made up the name. So if it has some kind of meaning I don`t know about it!
Species:
Dog Breed is a Belgian Tervuren Smooth Collie and Yellow lab mix
Personality:
Lupao is a very kind soul, he enjoys being with others. He takes on eager to please in training from his Merle smooth Collie/yellow lab mix mother. He is a very quick learner with a collie's intellegence and a lab's happy go lucky personality. He is very strong emotionally and can keep a poker face when needed. He enjoy's his work very much because he gets to be with people. He is happiest when he is doing his work and always sad to leave. His strong mind and body fuel his hyper-active energy. Lupao never seems to sit still, even when he is asleep his tail is wagging or running in place. Lupao enjoys relaxing too though. His idea of relaxing is running through the wakes on the beach however. He has a strong herding instinct that comes from the collie and Tervuren in him but often keeps it in check.
Traits from his breeds in Lupao-is kindly and outgoing he appeals to people through his gentle, eager to please ways and is very adaptable.Does not show fear or shyness, observant and vigilant with strangers, is very affectionate and friendly and only becomes mad if provoked.Is active and loyal. Is sociable, easily trained, and alert. He is very vocal. Easy to train and eager to please. Sensitive to correction.
Lupao likes to roam and is often seen at the beach or roaming the farmlands, however, being the ever obediant dog he is, Lupao can be recalled with a singal whistle from his owner. Lupao also enjoys the sunshine and is always outside. His love of sun matches his sunny personality.
But Lupao isn't all sunshine and lollipops. When he is mad he goes into an uncontrolable rage. Once in this state he cannot be snapped out of it, it just has to run its course. Many people try to prevent angering him because of this. Lupao hates himself for that reason and hopes one day to overcome his rage.
Lupao is often spotted wandering the town when he is not in the feilds or at the beach. He hangs near the school to see the kids, you see Lupao loves kids! He adores them because the just play and play and play with him! Lupao loves to play, especially with kids and a tennis ball. His favourite games include, but are not limited to, wrestling, fetch, tug-o-war and tag. Lupao also enjoys walking the kids across the street or even to their house to make sure they get home safely! Some how around kids Lupao does not go into Rage mode no matter how provoked he may be. Therefore people trust him to be around children alone. Perhaps because of the fact he does not go into Rage around them is the reason he loves them and spends so much time with them.
Lupao enjoys a large pallet of activites and what not. His interest range from an unusual blade of grass to the universe to the TV! Lupao is very curious about the things in the human world, especially the noise box! Lupao enjoys the TV but the noise box is very annoying he finds. They put a small rectangle into a box and lots of noise starts. The cat told him its an Ipod speaker, but since Lupao has no idea what an Ipod or a speaker is and he doesn't trust the cat, he just calls it the noise box. He spends alot of time listening to the cat ramble about human things, since she claims to know everything about their worlds, Lupao doesn't believe her but listens anyway out of sheer curiousity.
Likes:
Grass
It smells so good and is nice and fresh!
Sun&summer
Sunshine! Lupao loves the sun. It means the kids can come out and play with him, or even share and ice cream cone.
Water
Lupao loves to swim! It keeps him nice and cool in the hot months.
the Beach
Who doesn't love it? I mean come on? Sand, kids, sun, and water? Its Lupao's dream spot!
Kids
They never get tired of playing!
His job
Lupao gets to help people and see kids! Basically its his dream job.
food
Lupao loves to eat! Especially Ice cream.
fetch, wrestling, frisbee, and playing
These are some of Lupao's favoruite pass-times. Being the loving energetic soul he is, it makes sense, ya know?
people
People are so nice! They rescued him from the pound, feed him, play with him, and even cuddle sometimes.
spring
Flowers are blooming, the weather gets nicer, and kids get a spring break! Birds are everywhere and spring makes Lupao feel happy.
fall
Leaves are falling everywhere! The feilds are covered! He gets to chase them and jump in them and no one gets mad!
his town
Who wouldn't love it? There is a big city part and only 15 minutes away is a farming part with acerage! Everyone is nice and friendly, and their are alot of children.
TV
He doesn't know why, but people have a strange fasination with it! He doesn't mind though, because people always pet him while they stare at it.
The couch
To Lupao, the couch is a bed fit for a king! Its soft, comfy, and durable, plus he always gets prime spot.
star-gazing
Lupao likes to just lie on his back and stare up at the stars wondering about his family.
working, doing agility, learning tricks, doing dock diving, and Flyball
Nothing makes Lupao more joyful than having a purpose, thats what these activites do, as well they are great fun!
his owner's farm
Its huge! 10 acres of dog paradise for Lupao to roam.
the cat
For a Feline she's okay and is always tell him about the human world!
Dislikes:
Winter time, the cold
Its very cold, white stuff falls everywhere, and the kids are never around!
animal abuse, animal testing
He never knew about it until he met his friend Miles. Now he hates it and wants it to be abolished!
snotty people, mean people
I mean really, who does? He hates them with a passion!
going into his Rage
Lupao loves others and would never hurt anyone, except when in rage mode. In rage mode he becomes a killer. Why would he like it?
bad things
He doesn't like to see people upset or hurt!
THUNDER and LIGHTNING, storms, rain
No one comes out to play, its cold, dark, and wet stuff falls on you. Secretly, Lupao is very afraid of Thunder and Lightning!
going home after his job
He loves his job alot! He is always sad when its time to leave!
losing things
He lost his mother and sisters, giving him an attatchment to things. Whenever he loses something now it panics him!
death
Well I dunno anyone who really likes death but Lupao dislikes it to the extreme. It just terrifies him. Especially when he grows attatched to a person at his job, for they are often passing on.
garlic, tomatoes, salad, leafy green vegetables
They are gross, plus they are for the cows and rabbits! Not for the dog!
the computer
Lupao doesn't like the computer because it requires both hands of the humans and it steals all of his attention!
Music
Lupao doesn't like music. To him its just an annoying high pitched buzzing noise!
Background:
Name: Lupao
Gender: Male
Species: Dog
Height: 30 inches at the shoulder
Eye colour: Yellowish tan
Favourite Colour: banana colour
Favourite Song: None he doesn't like music!
Theme Song: Dear You by Yuduki
Favourite Artist/Band: None he doesn't like music!
Hobby: Doing his job
Age: 3 in human years, 21 in dog years
Where are you now, What are you doing? Are you in this endless sky?
I realized for the first time, I've lost the things that have filled my heart 'till now...
Lupao's mom was a show dog and lived at a breeder's. One day when her owner's friends came over with their Belgian Tervuren/lab mix. Lupao's mom mated with the mix and was dumped on the street when the owner found out she was pregnet, knowing he would lose money on the pups. Therefore Lupao was born on the streets,a natural stray, his mother a blue merle smooth collie and his father a yellow lab and Belgian Tervuren cross. He was in a litter of three, him and two sisters. His sister were adorable, cream coloured, fluff balls. Very quickly they were scooped off the streets and taken to homes When Lupao was 4 months old his monther's owner came looking for his dog. He found her and took her away leaving Lupao alone. Lupao cried and howled all day and half way through the night until a car pulled over at 3 in the morning. They grabbed Lupao and tossed him in a cardboard box. The man was Lupao's owner. He took Lupao to a local shelter and dumped the box, sealed with holes poked in it, on the porch and drove off. He didn't know that the puppy probably wouldn't be adopted within the 5 day limit. The puppy would probably be put to sleep.
How much you supported me, how much you made me smile.
That I'd lost them was too much to consider...
Lupao cried out all night, sad and lonely. His missed his sisters and mom, and was overwhelmed with the loss of his only family. When the morning arrived a worker scooped the box and cut it open revaling a howling Lupao. The worked sighed and tossed him in the puppy cage. Puppies of all sizes and colours and breeds jumped over Lupao. He cried out in fear and retreated to the corner. Whenever a puppy came near him he attacked. It was this series of events that gave him his rage issue. One large puppy, around 7 months old, charged Lupao and tackled him. This snapped Lupao into his first rage. His eyes glowed and narrowed before he lunged at the pup grabbing it and tossing it across the cage. His breathing returned to normal and his eyes stopped glowing. His fur flattened and he again retreated to the corner of the cage whimpering. No other puppies bothered him and left Lupao alone. Lupao liked it this way and just kept to himself.
Even though I struggled so desperately to reach out my hand and take them back.
Like the wind they slipped through, looking as though they would reach me, but did not...
Finally, Lupao's five days were up. The worker led Lupao to the room and left the pup with the vet tech. The tech let tears drip down her face as she prepared the needle, she had never had to put down a pup before. She stopped and placed the needle down and scooped the whimpering pup up. The vet tech went to the front desk and adopted the golden & cream pup. Lupao finally had a family again. The woman ran around to different stores and puppified her 10 acre farmland home. She tied a red bow around the pup's neck. It was her boyfriend's birthday and they were going to get a purebred puppy, her boyfriend was into Newfoundlands and had found a breeder near-by with pups. She had just used the money for that puppy on Lupao. When her boyfriend got home he saw all the puppy stuff and got very excited, thinking she had got him the Newfoundland. He grabbed the green leash and collar he had already bought, and attached the tag he had made. His puppy was going to be called Lupao. He came around the corner and his girlfriend hugged him. "Happy Birthday Steven!" she chimed. He kissed her "Thanks Carly!" he said. "I have something for you!" Carly teased and disappeared. She reappeared and pulled Lupao from behind her back "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" She screamed. Steven's face fell "But I thought..." he stuttered. Carly sighed and sat on the couch stroking Lupao. "I know but I would have had to put him to sleep, I just couldn't do it." she explained sadly. Steven sighed but grinned "Well he looks cute!" he stated. He grabbed Lupao and fastened the green collar on the golden merle and cream pup. "Welcome to the family, Lupao!" he cheered.
My chest was tightened by loneliness and despair, my heart felt like it would break.
But your smiling face remained in my memories always encouraging me.
Lupao was enjoying life in his new family, but always thought about his mother and siblings, wondering if their life was as grand as his currently was. Lupao loved people so much that he made friends wherever he went. Everyone at the dog park loved the bubbley,friendly, pup that had such a rough start at life. But soon the damage done from the shelter would show through, another rage was about to break out. When Lupao was seven months he was roaming the feilds of their farm with Carly when a small stray dog ran up and started barking at her. Lupao snapped at it and it attacked him. Lupao snarled, his fur raise, his breathing became rapid and shallow. Lupao's eyes glowed yellow and narrowed. He attacked the dog tearing into it again and again until it was dead. Carly was crying in fear for Lupao the whole time. Finally, Lupao stopped returning to his normal state, he looked up at Carly panting hard. She dropped to her knees, sobbing in fear and happiness Lupao was okay, a threw her arms around the seven month old pup. They stayed that way for a long time.
Let's return to thoses days once more, I know it will be alright this time.
Always smiling at you side, close by your side...
When they returned home Carly explained everything to Steven. She was horrified by the events and emotionally scarred . Steven was shocked that the sweet, banana looking pup staring up at him could have done such a thing. "Well I guess we need to do something to get his energy out!" Steven exclaimed. He spent the night washing Lupao and comforting Carly. The next day he signed Lupao up for agility, flyball, and dock-diving. Something on everyday of the week. Everyday Steven took Lupao out to the sports. Lupao took it all in stride and was a natural at agility and flyball because of the collie in him, dock diving came naturally to him because of the lab. It wasn't long until they were competing with the other club members. It was at a dock diving competion, that Lupao got a shock. He smelt two familar sweet honey&milk scents, his sister were here! He ripped the leash out of Steven's hand and ran towards them barking joyfully. "Mia! Tia!" a man called. The two golden and cream, fluffy, shepherd looking dogs ran to their owner. Lupao pursued them, and caught up. "Brother?" the smaller one, Tia, asked. "It is you!" Lupao cried. He nuzzled them and the three dogs barked and nuzzled in a joyful reunion. Steven and Mia&Tia's owner stopped and watched the dogs, they all had the same shape, eye colour, and cream chest. Lupao was just different in markings. Lupao was happy until they asked "Where's mother?" Lupao fell silent and told them his tale. Tia and Mia cried, mother had always told stories of how much she had hated that owner. The thought that she had gone back saddened them. Lupao wanted to stay, but it was his turn. Afterwards he tried to find them, but they were gone. He never saw his sisters again after that.
Where are you now? What are you doing? Are you in this endless sky?
Will you smile for me like always? Right now its all I continue to ask for...
~Song is Dear you(English translation) by Yuduki
Lupao was happy he had got to see his sisters, but sad that he hadn't got to say good bye. Lupao was still restless, even with all his activities, he had even had a few more Rage attacks with strays on the farm. Steven knew a man at his work who said he could help by gving the dog a purpose. Steven had no other options and approached Carly. "Sweetie, you know th man at my work, the one with the shepherds Miles and Pippi?" he asked. Carly paused from washing the dishes. "You mean the one who always goes on boasting about his black shepherd being a mutation between a German shepherd and a giraffe?" she replied. "Y-e-s" Steven answered drawing out the word slowly. Carly sigh and turned away from the dishes, wiping the water and suds on her hands off on her faded, blue, apron. "What about him?" she inquired. Steven put his arm around her. "Well his dogs are therapy dogs...He thinks that since Lupao is so restless, he should have a 'job' or be a therapy dog to fufill his working needs!" he proposed the idea. Carly thought the idea over, and hesitantely replied "I guess so..But I ain't takin' him!" She smiled and patted Lupao on the head. Lupao beamed a dog smile up at them, unknowing of the duty he was about to fulfill. Steven patted him as well and got his co-worker on the phone. Carly turned and returned to washing the dishes. Lupao trotted outside and ran across the feilds, clearing fences in single bounds, thanks to his agility training. Finally he got to his favourite spot at the pond. Their, drinking water, was a scrawny, starved, flea-bitten, cream-and-gold, fluffy shepherd looking dog. Lupao lunged at it snarling. It just rolled onto its back whining. Lupao tore into it, now in Rage mode, until the dog looked dead. He backed away and looked at the dog, but was shocked when it spoke "So...Its...True..." the dog said in a weak, hoarse voice. "You have and issue w-" the dog stopped and began hacking and coughing "Well...I'm...Glad...I..Got..To...See...You...Have...a.. good..life...Son.." the dog trailed off and its eyes glazed over. Lupao snapped out of his rage and howled in grief. He threw himself upon his fathers body and cried until his owners called him in for the night. Lupao cried himself to sleep.
In this farewell, there's no blood, there's no alibi.
'Cause I've drawn regret, from the truth, of a thousand lies!
A week after the incident with his father Lupao was starting his Therapy dog training. He whizzed through it quickly, getting 100% on everything, finally it was the final bit of training, the dog course. Another dog takes him throught the hospital and shows him the ropes. Lupao was dropped off by Steven in a room with bright paintings and colours everywhere. A large blue door stood at the other end of the room with a large black doggie door. After a few moments a black geman shepherd came through the flap followed by a normal German shepherd. But it wasn't that the german shepherd was black that startled him, it was the fact it had creamy-gold coloured, giraffe-like spots on it! "Hello! I'm Miles!" the Giraffe-looking dog woofed "And this is my mate, Pippi!" he added motioning to the regular-looking one. "You must be wondering about my markings?Oh, and yes its fine to stare!" he said. Lupao nodded and peered curiously at the spots. "You see I was used for animal testing and was genetically mutated with a Giraffe!" Miles explained "But I am perfectly fine. Your markings are rather odd, but I can tell from the way your looking at my markings that you weren't used for animals testing, your markings are natural!" He concluded. Lupao nodded "Thats horrible that someone would do that to you! I'm sorry that I stared! Oh yes, my markings are natural. I'm just a mutt so I turned out this way!" Lupao barked. "Oh! My name is Lupao!" he added, slightly embarresed he had been so rude as to not introduce himself! "Nice to meet you Lupao!" Pippi and Miles barked in Unison.
So let mercy come and wash away what I've done!
I'll Face myself to let go Of what I've done!
"Okay lets start the tour!" Miles woofed. He pushed through the dog flap and out into the hall. Pippi bounded after him with Lupao on her heels. They trotted down a hall and went through a brightly painted door with a white doggie door with hand prints on it. Pippi sat down in the hallway. It was very noisey. Children were crying, parents were crying, there was music playing, and Lupao was sure he could hear the static of a TV. Miles sat beside Pippi and barked above the noise "This is the childrens ward, ill or dying children are kept here. We come play with them to keep them cheerful. If one is healthy enough you even get to go outside." Lupao nodded "Got it!" he woofed. Pippi looked sad to be around the sickness "This is where you'll be working for now!" she said sadly. Miles nodded in acknowledgement to Pippi and pushed through the flap. Pippi fled the room pushing her way through the doggie door quickly. Lupao followed, as well feeling sad. He loved kids, it hurt him knowing that in there kids were dying. Miles continued on through a white door with a white dog flap. When they reached the other side there was some talking, but it was very quiet. Pippi barked softly "This is the adult and elderly ward where people over 19 who are ill or dying stay." Lupao nodded and they left silently. Miles lead him to the last ward. It was a glass door with air locks. "This is where the very sick elderly people go."We can't go in because we aren't sterile. That area can't have any germs coming in because they are so sick." He explained to Lupao. Pippi wagged her tail "That concludes the tour!" she yapped happily. He nodded and after a few moments of chatting parted from Miles and Pippi to head to the Childrens Ward. When he got there a friendly, plumb, blonde nurse that smelt of ice cream spotted him. "Oh! You must be Lupao! The kids have been waiting for you very patiently!" she cooed. She grabbed a white dog coat. On it there were childeren's paint hand prints and paintings. It read "Be nice to me please, I am a Child Therapy dog!" She clipped it on and let him to a room with lots of kids watching the movie Bolt by Disney. The nurse cleared her throat "Ahem. Kids, their is someone here to see you!" she said excitedly. The kids turned around and gasped. One kid said as loudly as she could "He looks like a BANANA!" The kids ran over to hima nd made a big fuss over him. They pet him and gave him kisses. Some of the kids were becoming more responsive then ever before. Some parents shed tears of happiness to see their dying children react this way, Lupao just smiled a doggie smile, he would quite like this job.
Erase myself and let go of what I've done!
Put to rest, what you thought of me, while I clean this slate...
~What I've Done by Linkin Park
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Picture:
Name:
Lupao (Pronounced Loo-PAY-oh)
*Side Note* I made up the name. So if it has some kind of meaning I don`t know about it!
Species:
Dog Breed is a Belgian Tervuren Smooth Collie and Yellow lab mix
Personality:
Lupao is a very kind soul, he enjoys being with others. He takes on eager to please in training from his Merle smooth Collie/yellow lab mix mother. He is a very quick learner with a collie's intellegence and a lab's happy go lucky personality. He is very strong emotionally and can keep a poker face when needed. He enjoy's his work very much because he gets to be with people. He is happiest when he is doing his work and always sad to leave. His strong mind and body fuel his hyper-active energy. Lupao never seems to sit still, even when he is asleep his tail is wagging or running in place. Lupao enjoys relaxing too though. His idea of relaxing is running through the wakes on the beach however. He has a strong herding instinct that comes from the collie and Tervuren in him but often keeps it in check.
Traits from his breeds in Lupao-is kindly and outgoing he appeals to people through his gentle, eager to please ways and is very adaptable.Does not show fear or shyness, observant and vigilant with strangers, is very affectionate and friendly and only becomes mad if provoked.Is active and loyal. Is sociable, easily trained, and alert. He is very vocal. Easy to train and eager to please. Sensitive to correction.
Lupao likes to roam and is often seen at the beach or roaming the farmlands, however, being the ever obediant dog he is, Lupao can be recalled with a singal whistle from his owner. Lupao also enjoys the sunshine and is always outside. His love of sun matches his sunny personality.
But Lupao isn't all sunshine and lollipops. When he is mad he goes into an uncontrolable rage. Once in this state he cannot be snapped out of it, it just has to run its course. Many people try to prevent angering him because of this. Lupao hates himself for that reason and hopes one day to overcome his rage.
Lupao is often spotted wandering the town when he is not in the feilds or at the beach. He hangs near the school to see the kids, you see Lupao loves kids! He adores them because the just play and play and play with him! Lupao loves to play, especially with kids and a tennis ball. His favourite games include, but are not limited to, wrestling, fetch, tug-o-war and tag. Lupao also enjoys walking the kids across the street or even to their house to make sure they get home safely! Some how around kids Lupao does not go into Rage mode no matter how provoked he may be. Therefore people trust him to be around children alone. Perhaps because of the fact he does not go into Rage around them is the reason he loves them and spends so much time with them.
Lupao enjoys a large pallet of activites and what not. His interest range from an unusual blade of grass to the universe to the TV! Lupao is very curious about the things in the human world, especially the noise box! Lupao enjoys the TV but the noise box is very annoying he finds. They put a small rectangle into a box and lots of noise starts. The cat told him its an Ipod speaker, but since Lupao has no idea what an Ipod or a speaker is and he doesn't trust the cat, he just calls it the noise box. He spends alot of time listening to the cat ramble about human things, since she claims to know everything about their worlds, Lupao doesn't believe her but listens anyway out of sheer curiousity.
Likes:
Grass
It smells so good and is nice and fresh!
Sun&summer
Sunshine! Lupao loves the sun. It means the kids can come out and play with him, or even share and ice cream cone.
Water
Lupao loves to swim! It keeps him nice and cool in the hot months.
the Beach
Who doesn't love it? I mean come on? Sand, kids, sun, and water? Its Lupao's dream spot!
Kids
They never get tired of playing!
His job
Lupao gets to help people and see kids! Basically its his dream job.
food
Lupao loves to eat! Especially Ice cream.
fetch, wrestling, frisbee, and playing
These are some of Lupao's favoruite pass-times. Being the loving energetic soul he is, it makes sense, ya know?
people
People are so nice! They rescued him from the pound, feed him, play with him, and even cuddle sometimes.
spring
Flowers are blooming, the weather gets nicer, and kids get a spring break! Birds are everywhere and spring makes Lupao feel happy.
fall
Leaves are falling everywhere! The feilds are covered! He gets to chase them and jump in them and no one gets mad!
his town
Who wouldn't love it? There is a big city part and only 15 minutes away is a farming part with acerage! Everyone is nice and friendly, and their are alot of children.
TV
He doesn't know why, but people have a strange fasination with it! He doesn't mind though, because people always pet him while they stare at it.
The couch
To Lupao, the couch is a bed fit for a king! Its soft, comfy, and durable, plus he always gets prime spot.
star-gazing
Lupao likes to just lie on his back and stare up at the stars wondering about his family.
working, doing agility, learning tricks, doing dock diving, and Flyball
Nothing makes Lupao more joyful than having a purpose, thats what these activites do, as well they are great fun!
his owner's farm
Its huge! 10 acres of dog paradise for Lupao to roam.
the cat
For a Feline she's okay and is always tell him about the human world!
Dislikes:
Winter time, the cold
Its very cold, white stuff falls everywhere, and the kids are never around!
animal abuse, animal testing
He never knew about it until he met his friend Miles. Now he hates it and wants it to be abolished!
snotty people, mean people
I mean really, who does? He hates them with a passion!
going into his Rage
Lupao loves others and would never hurt anyone, except when in rage mode. In rage mode he becomes a killer. Why would he like it?
bad things
He doesn't like to see people upset or hurt!
THUNDER and LIGHTNING, storms, rain
No one comes out to play, its cold, dark, and wet stuff falls on you. Secretly, Lupao is very afraid of Thunder and Lightning!
going home after his job
He loves his job alot! He is always sad when its time to leave!
losing things
He lost his mother and sisters, giving him an attatchment to things. Whenever he loses something now it panics him!
death
Well I dunno anyone who really likes death but Lupao dislikes it to the extreme. It just terrifies him. Especially when he grows attatched to a person at his job, for they are often passing on.
garlic, tomatoes, salad, leafy green vegetables
They are gross, plus they are for the cows and rabbits! Not for the dog!
the computer
Lupao doesn't like the computer because it requires both hands of the humans and it steals all of his attention!
Music
Lupao doesn't like music. To him its just an annoying high pitched buzzing noise!
Background:
Name: Lupao
Gender: Male
Species: Dog
Height: 30 inches at the shoulder
Eye colour: Yellowish tan
Favourite Colour: banana colour
Favourite Song: None he doesn't like music!
Theme Song: Dear You by Yuduki
Favourite Artist/Band: None he doesn't like music!
Hobby: Doing his job
Age: 3 in human years, 21 in dog years
Where are you now, What are you doing? Are you in this endless sky?
I realized for the first time, I've lost the things that have filled my heart 'till now...
Lupao's mom was a show dog and lived at a breeder's. One day when her owner's friends came over with their Belgian Tervuren/lab mix. Lupao's mom mated with the mix and was dumped on the street when the owner found out she was pregnet, knowing he would lose money on the pups. Therefore Lupao was born on the streets,a natural stray, his mother a blue merle smooth collie and his father a yellow lab and Belgian Tervuren cross. He was in a litter of three, him and two sisters. His sister were adorable, cream coloured, fluff balls. Very quickly they were scooped off the streets and taken to homes When Lupao was 4 months old his monther's owner came looking for his dog. He found her and took her away leaving Lupao alone. Lupao cried and howled all day and half way through the night until a car pulled over at 3 in the morning. They grabbed Lupao and tossed him in a cardboard box. The man was Lupao's owner. He took Lupao to a local shelter and dumped the box, sealed with holes poked in it, on the porch and drove off. He didn't know that the puppy probably wouldn't be adopted within the 5 day limit. The puppy would probably be put to sleep.
How much you supported me, how much you made me smile.
That I'd lost them was too much to consider...
Lupao cried out all night, sad and lonely. His missed his sisters and mom, and was overwhelmed with the loss of his only family. When the morning arrived a worker scooped the box and cut it open revaling a howling Lupao. The worked sighed and tossed him in the puppy cage. Puppies of all sizes and colours and breeds jumped over Lupao. He cried out in fear and retreated to the corner. Whenever a puppy came near him he attacked. It was this series of events that gave him his rage issue. One large puppy, around 7 months old, charged Lupao and tackled him. This snapped Lupao into his first rage. His eyes glowed and narrowed before he lunged at the pup grabbing it and tossing it across the cage. His breathing returned to normal and his eyes stopped glowing. His fur flattened and he again retreated to the corner of the cage whimpering. No other puppies bothered him and left Lupao alone. Lupao liked it this way and just kept to himself.
Even though I struggled so desperately to reach out my hand and take them back.
Like the wind they slipped through, looking as though they would reach me, but did not...
Finally, Lupao's five days were up. The worker led Lupao to the room and left the pup with the vet tech. The tech let tears drip down her face as she prepared the needle, she had never had to put down a pup before. She stopped and placed the needle down and scooped the whimpering pup up. The vet tech went to the front desk and adopted the golden & cream pup. Lupao finally had a family again. The woman ran around to different stores and puppified her 10 acre farmland home. She tied a red bow around the pup's neck. It was her boyfriend's birthday and they were going to get a purebred puppy, her boyfriend was into Newfoundlands and had found a breeder near-by with pups. She had just used the money for that puppy on Lupao. When her boyfriend got home he saw all the puppy stuff and got very excited, thinking she had got him the Newfoundland. He grabbed the green leash and collar he had already bought, and attached the tag he had made. His puppy was going to be called Lupao. He came around the corner and his girlfriend hugged him. "Happy Birthday Steven!" she chimed. He kissed her "Thanks Carly!" he said. "I have something for you!" Carly teased and disappeared. She reappeared and pulled Lupao from behind her back "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" She screamed. Steven's face fell "But I thought..." he stuttered. Carly sighed and sat on the couch stroking Lupao. "I know but I would have had to put him to sleep, I just couldn't do it." she explained sadly. Steven sighed but grinned "Well he looks cute!" he stated. He grabbed Lupao and fastened the green collar on the golden merle and cream pup. "Welcome to the family, Lupao!" he cheered.
My chest was tightened by loneliness and despair, my heart felt like it would break.
But your smiling face remained in my memories always encouraging me.
Lupao was enjoying life in his new family, but always thought about his mother and siblings, wondering if their life was as grand as his currently was. Lupao loved people so much that he made friends wherever he went. Everyone at the dog park loved the bubbley,friendly, pup that had such a rough start at life. But soon the damage done from the shelter would show through, another rage was about to break out. When Lupao was seven months he was roaming the feilds of their farm with Carly when a small stray dog ran up and started barking at her. Lupao snapped at it and it attacked him. Lupao snarled, his fur raise, his breathing became rapid and shallow. Lupao's eyes glowed yellow and narrowed. He attacked the dog tearing into it again and again until it was dead. Carly was crying in fear for Lupao the whole time. Finally, Lupao stopped returning to his normal state, he looked up at Carly panting hard. She dropped to her knees, sobbing in fear and happiness Lupao was okay, a threw her arms around the seven month old pup. They stayed that way for a long time.
Let's return to thoses days once more, I know it will be alright this time.
Always smiling at you side, close by your side...
When they returned home Carly explained everything to Steven. She was horrified by the events and emotionally scarred . Steven was shocked that the sweet, banana looking pup staring up at him could have done such a thing. "Well I guess we need to do something to get his energy out!" Steven exclaimed. He spent the night washing Lupao and comforting Carly. The next day he signed Lupao up for agility, flyball, and dock-diving. Something on everyday of the week. Everyday Steven took Lupao out to the sports. Lupao took it all in stride and was a natural at agility and flyball because of the collie in him, dock diving came naturally to him because of the lab. It wasn't long until they were competing with the other club members. It was at a dock diving competion, that Lupao got a shock. He smelt two familar sweet honey&milk scents, his sister were here! He ripped the leash out of Steven's hand and ran towards them barking joyfully. "Mia! Tia!" a man called. The two golden and cream, fluffy, shepherd looking dogs ran to their owner. Lupao pursued them, and caught up. "Brother?" the smaller one, Tia, asked. "It is you!" Lupao cried. He nuzzled them and the three dogs barked and nuzzled in a joyful reunion. Steven and Mia&Tia's owner stopped and watched the dogs, they all had the same shape, eye colour, and cream chest. Lupao was just different in markings. Lupao was happy until they asked "Where's mother?" Lupao fell silent and told them his tale. Tia and Mia cried, mother had always told stories of how much she had hated that owner. The thought that she had gone back saddened them. Lupao wanted to stay, but it was his turn. Afterwards he tried to find them, but they were gone. He never saw his sisters again after that.
Where are you now? What are you doing? Are you in this endless sky?
Will you smile for me like always? Right now its all I continue to ask for...
~Song is Dear you(English translation) by Yuduki
Lupao was happy he had got to see his sisters, but sad that he hadn't got to say good bye. Lupao was still restless, even with all his activities, he had even had a few more Rage attacks with strays on the farm. Steven knew a man at his work who said he could help by gving the dog a purpose. Steven had no other options and approached Carly. "Sweetie, you know th man at my work, the one with the shepherds Miles and Pippi?" he asked. Carly paused from washing the dishes. "You mean the one who always goes on boasting about his black shepherd being a mutation between a German shepherd and a giraffe?" she replied. "Y-e-s" Steven answered drawing out the word slowly. Carly sigh and turned away from the dishes, wiping the water and suds on her hands off on her faded, blue, apron. "What about him?" she inquired. Steven put his arm around her. "Well his dogs are therapy dogs...He thinks that since Lupao is so restless, he should have a 'job' or be a therapy dog to fufill his working needs!" he proposed the idea. Carly thought the idea over, and hesitantely replied "I guess so..But I ain't takin' him!" She smiled and patted Lupao on the head. Lupao beamed a dog smile up at them, unknowing of the duty he was about to fulfill. Steven patted him as well and got his co-worker on the phone. Carly turned and returned to washing the dishes. Lupao trotted outside and ran across the feilds, clearing fences in single bounds, thanks to his agility training. Finally he got to his favourite spot at the pond. Their, drinking water, was a scrawny, starved, flea-bitten, cream-and-gold, fluffy shepherd looking dog. Lupao lunged at it snarling. It just rolled onto its back whining. Lupao tore into it, now in Rage mode, until the dog looked dead. He backed away and looked at the dog, but was shocked when it spoke "So...Its...True..." the dog said in a weak, hoarse voice. "You have and issue w-" the dog stopped and began hacking and coughing "Well...I'm...Glad...I..Got..To...See...You...Have...a.. good..life...Son.." the dog trailed off and its eyes glazed over. Lupao snapped out of his rage and howled in grief. He threw himself upon his fathers body and cried until his owners called him in for the night. Lupao cried himself to sleep.
In this farewell, there's no blood, there's no alibi.
'Cause I've drawn regret, from the truth, of a thousand lies!
A week after the incident with his father Lupao was starting his Therapy dog training. He whizzed through it quickly, getting 100% on everything, finally it was the final bit of training, the dog course. Another dog takes him throught the hospital and shows him the ropes. Lupao was dropped off by Steven in a room with bright paintings and colours everywhere. A large blue door stood at the other end of the room with a large black doggie door. After a few moments a black geman shepherd came through the flap followed by a normal German shepherd. But it wasn't that the german shepherd was black that startled him, it was the fact it had creamy-gold coloured, giraffe-like spots on it! "Hello! I'm Miles!" the Giraffe-looking dog woofed "And this is my mate, Pippi!" he added motioning to the regular-looking one. "You must be wondering about my markings?Oh, and yes its fine to stare!" he said. Lupao nodded and peered curiously at the spots. "You see I was used for animal testing and was genetically mutated with a Giraffe!" Miles explained "But I am perfectly fine. Your markings are rather odd, but I can tell from the way your looking at my markings that you weren't used for animals testing, your markings are natural!" He concluded. Lupao nodded "Thats horrible that someone would do that to you! I'm sorry that I stared! Oh yes, my markings are natural. I'm just a mutt so I turned out this way!" Lupao barked. "Oh! My name is Lupao!" he added, slightly embarresed he had been so rude as to not introduce himself! "Nice to meet you Lupao!" Pippi and Miles barked in Unison.
So let mercy come and wash away what I've done!
I'll Face myself to let go Of what I've done!
"Okay lets start the tour!" Miles woofed. He pushed through the dog flap and out into the hall. Pippi bounded after him with Lupao on her heels. They trotted down a hall and went through a brightly painted door with a white doggie door with hand prints on it. Pippi sat down in the hallway. It was very noisey. Children were crying, parents were crying, there was music playing, and Lupao was sure he could hear the static of a TV. Miles sat beside Pippi and barked above the noise "This is the childrens ward, ill or dying children are kept here. We come play with them to keep them cheerful. If one is healthy enough you even get to go outside." Lupao nodded "Got it!" he woofed. Pippi looked sad to be around the sickness "This is where you'll be working for now!" she said sadly. Miles nodded in acknowledgement to Pippi and pushed through the flap. Pippi fled the room pushing her way through the doggie door quickly. Lupao followed, as well feeling sad. He loved kids, it hurt him knowing that in there kids were dying. Miles continued on through a white door with a white dog flap. When they reached the other side there was some talking, but it was very quiet. Pippi barked softly "This is the adult and elderly ward where people over 19 who are ill or dying stay." Lupao nodded and they left silently. Miles lead him to the last ward. It was a glass door with air locks. "This is where the very sick elderly people go."We can't go in because we aren't sterile. That area can't have any germs coming in because they are so sick." He explained to Lupao. Pippi wagged her tail "That concludes the tour!" she yapped happily. He nodded and after a few moments of chatting parted from Miles and Pippi to head to the Childrens Ward. When he got there a friendly, plumb, blonde nurse that smelt of ice cream spotted him. "Oh! You must be Lupao! The kids have been waiting for you very patiently!" she cooed. She grabbed a white dog coat. On it there were childeren's paint hand prints and paintings. It read "Be nice to me please, I am a Child Therapy dog!" She clipped it on and let him to a room with lots of kids watching the movie Bolt by Disney. The nurse cleared her throat "Ahem. Kids, their is someone here to see you!" she said excitedly. The kids turned around and gasped. One kid said as loudly as she could "He looks like a BANANA!" The kids ran over to hima nd made a big fuss over him. They pet him and gave him kisses. Some of the kids were becoming more responsive then ever before. Some parents shed tears of happiness to see their dying children react this way, Lupao just smiled a doggie smile, he would quite like this job.
Erase myself and let go of what I've done!
Put to rest, what you thought of me, while I clean this slate...
~What I've Done by Linkin Park
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Re: Tough as Nails Adoption (Get a high quality character!)
by EarthStar » Wed Aug 04, 2010 11:34 am
I would like to adopt!
Number: #3
Name: Zarazella
Nickname(s):Zara, Zeze, Banana, Cupcake
Species: Banana mutt (blind in right eye)
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Re: Tough as Nails Adoption (Get a high quality character!)
by nowi » Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:48 pm
Ice's History is also part of Savannah's too. I just only wanted to write it once, though. I might write it twice if I have time.
I would like to adopt!
Number:
7
Picture:
Name:
Savannah
Species:
Leopard Wolf (Female)
Personality:
Savannah is a curious, shy, wolf, and she really doesn't like to be talked to. She'd rather just hang back and start the conversation herself. But if she ever does talk to you, you are guaranteed am excellent conversation. She's one of those wolves who doesn't talk much, but when she does, you are normally a little surprised at her comments. Savannah is very friendly, though, and everyone she's ever met loves her very much. She's not the social type, but she's the friendly type, no doubt.
Likes:
Savannah really enjoys:
~ Mini-Golf (Especially glow-in-the-dark)
~ Cosmic Bowling
~ Brownies
~ Friends
~ The Environment
~ Wolf Pups (she's very motherly)
~ Table Tennis (not playing, just watching)
~ Squirrels
Dislikes:
Savannah really hates:
~ Thunderstorms
~ Grocery Bags (nobody knows why)
~ Jelly/Jam
~ Rock Music (she prefers pop, jazz, and classical)
~ Halloween (too many kids in creepy costumes)
~ Hunters
~ Werewolves (says they're not wolfy enough)
Background:
(From her own view. Taken from her Journal.)
"My name is Savannah, and I am a leopard wolf. I was born in the corner of an old forest. Most of the trees there were either dead or dying. But there were a few that still stood, their green leaves rustling with every gust of wind that blew across the brown, mushroomy ground. I was never sure where this forest was, somewhere in Alaska, though. Anyway, my mother, brother, and I lived in a small den in this forest. After living in this den for quite some time, our mother, Nella, finally took us out. I remember not wanting to come out, while my brother, Zolla, was all over it.
"Come on, Savannah, you're such a party pooper!" He was yelling at me from the entrance of the den, while I was huddled at the back.
"No," I mumbled softly, pressing myself against the wall. "I don't wanna." My mother padded into the den and prodded me with her nose.
"Come on, darling." Her wet nose touched my forehead. "Don't worry, it's not scary." She pushed me gently as I stumbled through the den. I shut my eyes tight with fear, but opened them when I felt warmth on my fur. I gaped at my new surroundings, taking in the dead trees, the soft moss under my feet, the single bird perched in the single green tree. Zolla leaped in front of me.
"See, it's not so bad after all!" He catapulted off a fallen log and onto my back. I squeaked in protest and rolled him over. As days passed and my brother and I got large enough to wander off further from the den, there came a day in every leopard wolf pup's life that we all fear and dread at the same time. The day we leave the den.
Zolla and I travelled together for a time, but even so, we had to separate soon after. I remember the moment quite clearly.
Zolla was sitting on the bank of a long, winding river, looking at his reflection in the water. I was watching him intently, studying every tilt of his head, the way he stared, unblinking into the water.
"Savannah," he said. "I think it's time." There was no more room for words, I knew exactly what he was talking about.
"I know." I said softly.
He got up and we touched noses.
"Farewell," I whispered softly.
"Farewell." I watched him trek along the riverbank, not ever looking back. I turned away and walked the other direction, following the path of my own destiny."
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I would like to adopt!
Number:
8
Picture:
Name:
Ice
Species:
Leopard Wolf (Male)
Personality:
Ice is a very proud leopard wolf, and he often refuses to be wrong. When he really is, though, he knows it, but he refuses to believe it. Ice is very passionate about his hobbies and interests, but he will never do what he doesn't want to do. If you tell him to do something, and he doesn't want to do it, he won't do it, and will simply walk away from you. Ice is a natural-born leader, and he really enjoys leading, and hates being a follower. He always pushes his way to the front, which gives him a bad reputation, and he is not known to really trust anyone, not even his own family, but Savannah has been trying to change him, which really isn't easy, but she's doing a considerably good job, and when she's around, Ice is much, much, nicer.
Likes:
Ice enjoys:
~ Being the leader
~ Being Right (not left)
~ Isolation
~ The Ocean
~ Cheerios (but they don't make him cheery)
~ Froot Loops (he likes the colors....not the taste)
~ Cardboard Boxes
Dislikes:
Ice really hates:
~ Following
~ Being Left (otherwise known as being wrong)
~ Double-decker buses (too many people)
~ Buses
~ Numbers (he says they're too confusing)
~ Math (confusing as well)
Background:
"It began after the pregnant female, Nella, was driven out of the pack by the evil new wolf pack leader.
Then he killed our father, Timber.
Then the packleader was driven out, and we were left leaderless.
And then I lost myself.
Things went up after that. It may not seem so, but it really is true. Nella was the kindest, gentlest wolf anyone had ever met. And she left. She wasn't actually related to the rest of the pack, but we treated her like she was. Timber was a strong wolf, who, when he believed in something, could get it done no matter the risk. He believed he could beat the new pack leader. But that was not so. Trickery is a dangerous thing....I like it. But the pack banded together and we won. We beat him. But we were left leaderless, and my spirits broke. I was wrong for the first time.
I knew Nella would get driven out.
I knew my father would die.
But I thought we would lose to the packleader.....but that was not so.
I broke down. I knew I would be right, and I was wrong. I ran away from my pack after that. I knew I would never have a choice. And that was when I met Savannah.
I was walking down a river that was flowing in the opposite direction. I wasn't walking with the flow, and I knew it. I didn't want to go with the flow. So I didn't. I wasn't exactly looking where I was going, and I bumped smack-dab into another leopard wolf. She was gorgeous, with golden fur. But I didn't want to say sorry. So I did not, and kept going. I felt the wolf's eyes boring into my back. I could feel her anger.
"Hey," she yelled at me. "What was that all about?"
I did not want to respond, so I didn't.
"Why are you a leopard wolf like me? I thought I was the only one."
Now I stopped. I kept my back turned on the wolf. "What's your name?"
"Savannah." I could feel curiosity radiating off her body.
"Do you have any siblings?"
"Yes."
"How many?"
She got impatient. "One. What's your deal, with all these questions?"
I didn't respond to that question, and instead asked another. "Gender?"
"Male." She picked up on my next question. "His name is Zolla."
I was genuinly surprised that she could read my mind. "What's--"
She interrupted me. "My mother's name is Nella."
I whipped around. "What? And how can you read my mind?"
She didn't answer any of my questions. "Your name is Ice, isn't it?" She gave me no room for answer. "Don't answer that, I know it is. You were from my mother's pack. The one that drove her out." She studied me. "But you weren't the one who did. It was the packleader, right?"
I nodded. "Yes. Now, how can you read my mind?"
"I can't." She replied. "I read your eyes and your fur, I read your movements, the twitches of your ears, the shuffle of your paws. I learned by watching birds in my den." I stared at her with intrest.
"What? You learned by watching birds?"
She nodded serenely. "Of course. It was the only thing I could watch, anyway, being born in a broken forest." She licked her paw matter-of-factly. "Now, I must be on my way." She elbowed past me. I watched her as she went by, and slipped into the forest. I was going to follow her. She was a very fast and efficient traveler, I wasn't sure if I could follow her, but I managed to do okay. She took a whole bunch of random turns, which, at the time, seemed odd. I stayed on her tail for quite a long time, but eventually, she took a turn and I lost her.
"Darn." I mumbled under my breath.
"What's wrong?" I whipped around and Savannah was standing behind me.
"But...how....why.....but?" I was speechless. "You were in front of me."
"I knew you were tracking me. You make as much noise as a bulldozer." She licked her paw.
"I do not!" Even as I said it, I knew it was true. She stared at me. "What?"
"Somebody who can't tell he's making noise doesn't deserve to be here."
"Where?"
"Here. In the Listener's Grove." She gave me a weird look. "Where wolves who truly believe they can listen go. It is a place of mediation." She turned away, leaving me speechless. I got her message perfectly, and I lay down. It was time for me to listen.
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I would like to adopt!
Number:
7
Picture:
Name:
Savannah
Species:
Leopard Wolf (Female)
Personality:
Savannah is a curious, shy, wolf, and she really doesn't like to be talked to. She'd rather just hang back and start the conversation herself. But if she ever does talk to you, you are guaranteed am excellent conversation. She's one of those wolves who doesn't talk much, but when she does, you are normally a little surprised at her comments. Savannah is very friendly, though, and everyone she's ever met loves her very much. She's not the social type, but she's the friendly type, no doubt.
Likes:
Savannah really enjoys:
~ Mini-Golf (Especially glow-in-the-dark)
~ Cosmic Bowling
~ Brownies
~ Friends
~ The Environment
~ Wolf Pups (she's very motherly)
~ Table Tennis (not playing, just watching)
~ Squirrels
Dislikes:
Savannah really hates:
~ Thunderstorms
~ Grocery Bags (nobody knows why)
~ Jelly/Jam
~ Rock Music (she prefers pop, jazz, and classical)
~ Halloween (too many kids in creepy costumes)
~ Hunters
~ Werewolves (says they're not wolfy enough)
Background:
(From her own view. Taken from her Journal.)
"My name is Savannah, and I am a leopard wolf. I was born in the corner of an old forest. Most of the trees there were either dead or dying. But there were a few that still stood, their green leaves rustling with every gust of wind that blew across the brown, mushroomy ground. I was never sure where this forest was, somewhere in Alaska, though. Anyway, my mother, brother, and I lived in a small den in this forest. After living in this den for quite some time, our mother, Nella, finally took us out. I remember not wanting to come out, while my brother, Zolla, was all over it.
"Come on, Savannah, you're such a party pooper!" He was yelling at me from the entrance of the den, while I was huddled at the back.
"No," I mumbled softly, pressing myself against the wall. "I don't wanna." My mother padded into the den and prodded me with her nose.
"Come on, darling." Her wet nose touched my forehead. "Don't worry, it's not scary." She pushed me gently as I stumbled through the den. I shut my eyes tight with fear, but opened them when I felt warmth on my fur. I gaped at my new surroundings, taking in the dead trees, the soft moss under my feet, the single bird perched in the single green tree. Zolla leaped in front of me.
"See, it's not so bad after all!" He catapulted off a fallen log and onto my back. I squeaked in protest and rolled him over. As days passed and my brother and I got large enough to wander off further from the den, there came a day in every leopard wolf pup's life that we all fear and dread at the same time. The day we leave the den.
Zolla and I travelled together for a time, but even so, we had to separate soon after. I remember the moment quite clearly.
Zolla was sitting on the bank of a long, winding river, looking at his reflection in the water. I was watching him intently, studying every tilt of his head, the way he stared, unblinking into the water.
"Savannah," he said. "I think it's time." There was no more room for words, I knew exactly what he was talking about.
"I know." I said softly.
He got up and we touched noses.
"Farewell," I whispered softly.
"Farewell." I watched him trek along the riverbank, not ever looking back. I turned away and walked the other direction, following the path of my own destiny."
A picture you drew:
I would like to adopt!
Number:
8
Picture:
Name:
Ice
Species:
Leopard Wolf (Male)
Personality:
Ice is a very proud leopard wolf, and he often refuses to be wrong. When he really is, though, he knows it, but he refuses to believe it. Ice is very passionate about his hobbies and interests, but he will never do what he doesn't want to do. If you tell him to do something, and he doesn't want to do it, he won't do it, and will simply walk away from you. Ice is a natural-born leader, and he really enjoys leading, and hates being a follower. He always pushes his way to the front, which gives him a bad reputation, and he is not known to really trust anyone, not even his own family, but Savannah has been trying to change him, which really isn't easy, but she's doing a considerably good job, and when she's around, Ice is much, much, nicer.
Likes:
Ice enjoys:
~ Being the leader
~ Being Right (not left)
~ Isolation
~ The Ocean
~ Cheerios (but they don't make him cheery)
~ Froot Loops (he likes the colors....not the taste)
~ Cardboard Boxes
Dislikes:
Ice really hates:
~ Following
~ Being Left (otherwise known as being wrong)
~ Double-decker buses (too many people)
~ Buses
~ Numbers (he says they're too confusing)
~ Math (confusing as well)
Background:
"It began after the pregnant female, Nella, was driven out of the pack by the evil new wolf pack leader.
Then he killed our father, Timber.
Then the packleader was driven out, and we were left leaderless.
And then I lost myself.
Things went up after that. It may not seem so, but it really is true. Nella was the kindest, gentlest wolf anyone had ever met. And she left. She wasn't actually related to the rest of the pack, but we treated her like she was. Timber was a strong wolf, who, when he believed in something, could get it done no matter the risk. He believed he could beat the new pack leader. But that was not so. Trickery is a dangerous thing....I like it. But the pack banded together and we won. We beat him. But we were left leaderless, and my spirits broke. I was wrong for the first time.
I knew Nella would get driven out.
I knew my father would die.
But I thought we would lose to the packleader.....but that was not so.
I broke down. I knew I would be right, and I was wrong. I ran away from my pack after that. I knew I would never have a choice. And that was when I met Savannah.
I was walking down a river that was flowing in the opposite direction. I wasn't walking with the flow, and I knew it. I didn't want to go with the flow. So I didn't. I wasn't exactly looking where I was going, and I bumped smack-dab into another leopard wolf. She was gorgeous, with golden fur. But I didn't want to say sorry. So I did not, and kept going. I felt the wolf's eyes boring into my back. I could feel her anger.
"Hey," she yelled at me. "What was that all about?"
I did not want to respond, so I didn't.
"Why are you a leopard wolf like me? I thought I was the only one."
Now I stopped. I kept my back turned on the wolf. "What's your name?"
"Savannah." I could feel curiosity radiating off her body.
"Do you have any siblings?"
"Yes."
"How many?"
She got impatient. "One. What's your deal, with all these questions?"
I didn't respond to that question, and instead asked another. "Gender?"
"Male." She picked up on my next question. "His name is Zolla."
I was genuinly surprised that she could read my mind. "What's--"
She interrupted me. "My mother's name is Nella."
I whipped around. "What? And how can you read my mind?"
She didn't answer any of my questions. "Your name is Ice, isn't it?" She gave me no room for answer. "Don't answer that, I know it is. You were from my mother's pack. The one that drove her out." She studied me. "But you weren't the one who did. It was the packleader, right?"
I nodded. "Yes. Now, how can you read my mind?"
"I can't." She replied. "I read your eyes and your fur, I read your movements, the twitches of your ears, the shuffle of your paws. I learned by watching birds in my den." I stared at her with intrest.
"What? You learned by watching birds?"
She nodded serenely. "Of course. It was the only thing I could watch, anyway, being born in a broken forest." She licked her paw matter-of-factly. "Now, I must be on my way." She elbowed past me. I watched her as she went by, and slipped into the forest. I was going to follow her. She was a very fast and efficient traveler, I wasn't sure if I could follow her, but I managed to do okay. She took a whole bunch of random turns, which, at the time, seemed odd. I stayed on her tail for quite a long time, but eventually, she took a turn and I lost her.
"Darn." I mumbled under my breath.
"What's wrong?" I whipped around and Savannah was standing behind me.
"But...how....why.....but?" I was speechless. "You were in front of me."
"I knew you were tracking me. You make as much noise as a bulldozer." She licked her paw.
"I do not!" Even as I said it, I knew it was true. She stared at me. "What?"
"Somebody who can't tell he's making noise doesn't deserve to be here."
"Where?"
"Here. In the Listener's Grove." She gave me a weird look. "Where wolves who truly believe they can listen go. It is a place of mediation." She turned away, leaving me speechless. I got her message perfectly, and I lay down. It was time for me to listen.
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