Pet's ID Tag: #39
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Name You'd Choose for It: Heineken
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It:He sparked my interest when I first found The Agency, and I fell in love with his color coordination. As a sparkledog-fanatic myself I find it necessary to give him a home and call him my own character, if given the chance to adopt.
He'd be my fursona's best friend, or more like a brother because she'd call him 'bro' or refer to him as her brother.
History/Background/Other:Nobody ever loved me.
At the young age of 13 I knew it was destined for me to be lonely; and live a hard knock life. My father, who was my only friend until his time of passing told me I could go anywhere in life only if I get myself away from myself, and away from the scene. After he passed I left my home town of North Carolina to live with my mother who gave me up to my father, in New York City.
It was a cold,
cold, winter when I first moved up with her. From what I had been told about my mother she was a rude lady; who stayed out partying all night long and only came home when she was on house-arrest but to my surprise she wasn't as bad as I thought. She gave me my own room, bought me fancy clothes, told me about the lessons of life and whatnot, but what the best thing she done for me, was taught me how to survive.
Not in the wilderness, but the thick concrete jungle known as my home, New York.
I remember when I left home, a year and a half after I moved up to NY city, I grew up fast. Moms had got home late at three in the morning from a party and she was in no mood to see me. I remember the exact words she told me to... gah to they hurt.
"Who are you?"
Simple, eh? Yes they are simple and a phrase told world wide daily but to hear that from your own Mother, and when its aimed towards
you, it hurts; it hurt. She passed out on the couch and I walked out the door, and started walking. Just, walking. No where to be nor anywhere to go, at this point of time it was about four o'clock. I was downtown in the sketchy part, but I can take care of myself. I kept my head held high and looked back every so now and then to stay safe.
Gash was it hard. Hard to grow up so fast, hard to be unknown to your own mother, hard to live. Tears flooded my eyes and I stopped walking, and leaned myself against a wall side. I remember it being cold, 'cuz it was just March then, and sliding down the wall to sit down on the concrete floor with my tail between my legs, head held low with tears streaming down my mussel.
Yeah, I crashed.
I sat there for a good hour until somebody finally stopped, my angel.
She was short and had bright pink fur, purple down her face and belly and three green dots on her eye. She bent down with a sympathetic face, with made me mad; heck yes I was dieing inside but heck no do I want her, wait; nobody, to feel sorry for me, and she said so sweetly; "You alright, dear?"
I looked up and wiped out my tears.
"Yeah, hard time tonight."
She put her hands on my sholders and stood me up, looking me in the eye.
"Lemme get you a drink, whats your name, boy?"
Gah, how she came out of no where and was so kind me to me, to this day, still confuses me. I'll never understand.
"Heineken, Ma'am."
"Don't call me 'Ma'am' boy, I'm your age. Call me Toke, now tell me whats goin' on?"
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.