Pet's ID Tag:80
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Name You'd Choose for It:I would keep it as Miranda
Gender:Female
Reason You Want It:And so, we come to the trick question. The question that seems to deem whether or not someone truly wants the pet, and bu far, the most difficult to answer. I wish to give a home to Miranda for many reasons. First, she has a quite excellent design that isn't too extravagant and that is very perfect for what I like in a character. From the physical structure, you see a typical scene dog, but as you study the markings, you see she has light, bright colors indtead of the stereotypical dark base with a crapload of neon piled on top. And this brings us to the second reason. Potential. Designs that 'think outside the bun' (Quoting Taco Bell) have great potential as they force our minds to say, why is something the way it is? and I like designs that do this, because this is how a design becomes a character. Third is art. I love drawing, but lately, I haven't had much inspiration and have been stuck drawing a mutated hamster character I made up in 5th grade. Not as cool as it sounds. Hey look! I got off topic! how surprising..... ANYWAY.... I also need practice drawing canines, as half of mine come out looking like poo, and what better place to start than a new charrie! So I want to adopt Miranda because, like me, she's a bit outside the bun, and I respect that. She'll be my new art subject, and hopefully give me inspiration to work on wolves, and force me to think! One of my favorite pastimes.
History/Background/Other:Miranda woke up. As she tried to stretch, her neck and paw came across the walls of something hard.
A cave? she thought.
No, that can't possibly be right! Caves aren't this tiny! She stood up, and her head hit yet another wall. "OUCH! Where the Hell am I?" She looked through the thick metal screen in front of her.
White. That was it. White. "Am I dead?! I-I can't
possibly be dead, can I?" She looked out the tiny, oval-shaped holes in the side and saw rows and rows of cages. They were filled with animals. "If I'm dead," she whispered in horror; "Then this must be Hell..." Her kennel was set down on a table next to another. A pale, blueish dog was inside. "You ain't dead." She rasped weakly, "But this may just be hell. Welcome to the Tortureplace. 'Least that's what folks call it. Name's Key. You got a name, kid?" She turned around to face Miranda, and she saw that Key had only one eye. "Miranda," she said, trying not to stare at the scar tissue that used to hold an eye. "Miranda, huh? sounds like an awful citified name to be in these parts." Miranda figited, still averting her eyes. "Well, I used to live somewhere else. Not with people, but, well, I don't think it was in the wild either. I remember someone, a male, maybe my father, saying, 'Miranda, don't be afraid,' and well, I guess I just left my name that way. Aside from that, I Don't remember anything about my family at all. " She looks toward where the sky should be, somehow hoping it would make her remember. "So, what exactly IS this place?" She looked toward Key, and stared at her nose instead. "This is a place the No-Furs made to get rid of us Unwanteds. The animals they take from the streets or the forest, and other No-furs don't want us. I believe they're also called 'People', like you mentioned before," Key settled down into a ball in the bottom of her crate in a way Miranda couldn't see her. "so, why are we down here, and all the others are up there?" Key sat up and Miranda watched as she gestured to a cage above. "Cleaning. See that cage? there are some loose bricks behind it that some have used to escape. If you get that one, wait 'till nighttime an' push on the wall as hard as you possibly can. At'll get you out." A No-Fur came and picked up the crates. He shoved Miranda into the one Key had gestured to, and took Key to a cage down the hall. "What about you?!" Miranda shouted out towards Key. "I'll be alright! I been in and outta this place for as long as I can remember! There are other ways out! And put the bricks back!" Key's voice faded into the distance, and Miranda listened to all the screams of 'Let me go!' and other chatterings from the creatures around her.
Night came, and Miranda did exactly as Key told her to do. She was free. But she was worried about her friend. She picked up the bricks, one by one in her mouth, and placed them back as they were. She padded out into the darkness, wondering whether or not she'd ever see Key again.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Yes. Yes I do.