Pet's ID Tag: 74
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It:
Krystal
(commonly known now as 'Blue Shadow')
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I love her design. I can't help looking at her with admiration; she is just eating away all the flesh from my body 83 She really is something to look at. Every time I visit this topic, I just can't help taking a pitying look at her. I feel guilty that I just love her so much. Her design is so fascinating, I think it is impossible to take my eyes off her.
Personality:
Krystal is an easy-going character. She loves spending times in the field, running and enjoying herself. She lives her life alone, isolated and away from any other animals but she always remains optimistic. She has a sorrowful past and tries her best never to think about it. She is not highly clever or wise but she knows what trouble is and will do everything to avoid it. She can be awful fun and can easily get into mischief but along side with her naughtiness comes a much more traumatized character. Though her appearance doesn't look trusting, in reality she is a real softie. :3
History/Background/Other:
I never knew life filled with so much evil, with so much hatred.
That is when I understood what life really is.
****
I grew up in a respected family. My Father was, well; Alpha and my mum was a Beta. I was the one who was supposed to inherit my father's position but it so may have been that fate took a tight turn and life went tumbling down the wrong hill.
I never really knew my mother, my father refered to her as a traitor because after having me she escaped with another alpha male. My father was forever worrying about my wealthcare and indeed in young years I lacked motherly love.
I remember those days when I was young. Playing in the green fields, chewing, eating what we could find. Being taught to hunt and learning about the horrors of nature. I loved life as it was. Because life was perfect. I was respected by everyone and was always the centre of attention. I loved the attention that was cast upon me from other members of the pack and I would spend everlasting hours with my friends. I was foolish and young and obviously didn't have a care in the world. But my carelessness to the important things in life really turned out to be costly.
As the daughter of an Alpha I was obliged to learn the knowledge of nature and to hunt skillfully. I was forever being taught by the experts in these areas but being careless I didn't bother learning. My father was always receiving a number of complaints from the Elders; saying that my behaviour was not sensible for an future leader. To be honest I didn't want to be a leader. I just wanted to lead a happy life with my friends. I wanted to be flirty, hysterical and lead an enjoyable life. What joy was there in leading a pack?
My father respected my unwise opinions and so life carried on and soon I was not obliged to be taught anymore.
*****
Years flew by and father grew older. I carried on life as it was, until one day I realized the horrors that I was still to face.
I remember that day as an usual sunny day. Blue sky, fresh air. That feeling of liberty. There was a group of us. We would spend hours chasing each other and chasing anything that moved. We would run after a rabbit, play with each other, and basically enjoy ourselves. That's until Tears, my best friend came running out of nowhere. Her cries were shrilling and she ran crying. Her piercing scream filled the whole forest. Her brown coat was full of strange bruises and deep scars.
'Krysta-l... ' she was helplessly trying to reach out to me with the threatening information.
'?' I looked casually at her before she burst out.
'It's- our- pack.'
'What about it?'
'Alters have came and invaded our territory. Everyone has disappeared, the field of battle is filled with dead bodies of our pack-' She was cut short in her speech.
'Hey Krystal!' she called out to me. I leapt quickly and ran out of the forest. Hoping, feeling that something now had terribly gone wrong. I ran like lighting, I galloped, darting between the trees. My legs felt weak with guilt and I endlessly wished that father was still alive. I panted and now blood came in litres out of my mouth. I felt my stomach muscles tightening as I pushed my way through the bushes. And then...
The smell of corpses was fouling, the feeling of mourning silence was like a mental distress. All the field was covered in blood, dead bodies of canines lay there. Very few could still be heard moaning gently in pain. Everything blended in, as cold tears filled my eyes. Who would they do this?
I knew very well of the Alters, they had been a long lasting enemy of Father. But there had never been such fights. Such cold, ruthless fights where no life was shed. I felt terrible, I felt weak. I felt like I betrayed someone.
It was long before I found father lying on the cold ground. He lay there motionless, silent. His beautiful, smart face scraped to nothing but muscles. His jaw painfully dislocated and his ears, bitten off. His eyes; sorrowful and grim. And his face unreadable and gloomy. He was injured to his left side and his wounded body didn't allow him to do anything besides mumble a few words.
'Kry..?
'Yes it is me.' I tearfully licked his wounds, lying beside his body.
'Did we win?'
'No father, we lost.' I muttered gently. He exhaled painfully, moving his front paw slowly through the ground.
'We need a new leader...'
'Father...'
'Krystal, promise me that you will do what I ask. You will become the leader of the pack.'
I cried again as he painfully tried to deliver his message.
'I promise.' I quickly muttered.
My last words finished him. He sighed gently before laying his wise head onto the ground. And then that was it.
*****
I don't know what had got into me after that. I lost my mind, I ran like a mental, screaming. The few members of the pack who still survived still wanted me to become leader. They angrily persisted that I take my rightful role. But I didn't deserve this position in the first place. They accused me, some pleaded while others tried to physically make me do it. A few said that it was my fault while others accused me of betrayal.
Nevertheless nothing could change my mind about being leader, not even my promise to my father. I wanted to get away from them all, I didn't want to face reality.
No one was there to protect me. No one was there to shelter me away from them. They use to be my friends, they use to be those who I use to spend most of the time with. Even Tears, even my best friend said nothing to shield me away from their hurtful statements. I felt alone in this world. I felt I needed death. I wanted it badly.
Suddenly nothing mattered to me anymore. I ran away from the surviving group. I escaped my future. I fled, zooming like lighting. My thoughts clashed like thunder inside my head. And then I saw that cliff.
This was my chance, this was my only chance.
I ran forward, my conscience screaming inside me. I ran, looking ahead; not daring to stop. I ran like if blades were aimed at me. I ran like never before.
And then that cliff-hanger. I jumped off painfully. Down, down, down. Then nothing but darkness...
*****
I was left broken-hearted. I never died though I did try to commit suicide. Instead my inner feelings were drawn onto my grey coat. You may see that heart pounding away on my chest, well that was the heart that was once happy and rejoiceful. My markings are a curse. No one talks to me, no one understands me. I am a disappointing tale that is told to future generations.
But life is not over yet. My father's promise gave me the chance to re-live again. Once I fulfill it, once I take my rightful position in society, then; maybe my curse will wear off.
Permission: Can't find the donor's username. Dx
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It:
Krystal
(commonly known now as 'Blue Shadow')
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I love her design. I can't help looking at her with admiration; she is just eating away all the flesh from my body 83 She really is something to look at. Every time I visit this topic, I just can't help taking a pitying look at her. I feel guilty that I just love her so much. Her design is so fascinating, I think it is impossible to take my eyes off her.
Personality:
Krystal is an easy-going character. She loves spending times in the field, running and enjoying herself. She lives her life alone, isolated and away from any other animals but she always remains optimistic. She has a sorrowful past and tries her best never to think about it. She is not highly clever or wise but she knows what trouble is and will do everything to avoid it. She can be awful fun and can easily get into mischief but along side with her naughtiness comes a much more traumatized character. Though her appearance doesn't look trusting, in reality she is a real softie. :3
History/Background/Other:
I never knew life filled with so much evil, with so much hatred.
That is when I understood what life really is.
****
I grew up in a respected family. My Father was, well; Alpha and my mum was a Beta. I was the one who was supposed to inherit my father's position but it so may have been that fate took a tight turn and life went tumbling down the wrong hill.
I never really knew my mother, my father refered to her as a traitor because after having me she escaped with another alpha male. My father was forever worrying about my wealthcare and indeed in young years I lacked motherly love.
I remember those days when I was young. Playing in the green fields, chewing, eating what we could find. Being taught to hunt and learning about the horrors of nature. I loved life as it was. Because life was perfect. I was respected by everyone and was always the centre of attention. I loved the attention that was cast upon me from other members of the pack and I would spend everlasting hours with my friends. I was foolish and young and obviously didn't have a care in the world. But my carelessness to the important things in life really turned out to be costly.
As the daughter of an Alpha I was obliged to learn the knowledge of nature and to hunt skillfully. I was forever being taught by the experts in these areas but being careless I didn't bother learning. My father was always receiving a number of complaints from the Elders; saying that my behaviour was not sensible for an future leader. To be honest I didn't want to be a leader. I just wanted to lead a happy life with my friends. I wanted to be flirty, hysterical and lead an enjoyable life. What joy was there in leading a pack?
My father respected my unwise opinions and so life carried on and soon I was not obliged to be taught anymore.
*****
Years flew by and father grew older. I carried on life as it was, until one day I realized the horrors that I was still to face.
I remember that day as an usual sunny day. Blue sky, fresh air. That feeling of liberty. There was a group of us. We would spend hours chasing each other and chasing anything that moved. We would run after a rabbit, play with each other, and basically enjoy ourselves. That's until Tears, my best friend came running out of nowhere. Her cries were shrilling and she ran crying. Her piercing scream filled the whole forest. Her brown coat was full of strange bruises and deep scars.
'Krysta-l... ' she was helplessly trying to reach out to me with the threatening information.
'?' I looked casually at her before she burst out.
'It's- our- pack.'
'What about it?'
'Alters have came and invaded our territory. Everyone has disappeared, the field of battle is filled with dead bodies of our pack-' She was cut short in her speech.
'Hey Krystal!' she called out to me. I leapt quickly and ran out of the forest. Hoping, feeling that something now had terribly gone wrong. I ran like lighting, I galloped, darting between the trees. My legs felt weak with guilt and I endlessly wished that father was still alive. I panted and now blood came in litres out of my mouth. I felt my stomach muscles tightening as I pushed my way through the bushes. And then...
The smell of corpses was fouling, the feeling of mourning silence was like a mental distress. All the field was covered in blood, dead bodies of canines lay there. Very few could still be heard moaning gently in pain. Everything blended in, as cold tears filled my eyes. Who would they do this?
I knew very well of the Alters, they had been a long lasting enemy of Father. But there had never been such fights. Such cold, ruthless fights where no life was shed. I felt terrible, I felt weak. I felt like I betrayed someone.
It was long before I found father lying on the cold ground. He lay there motionless, silent. His beautiful, smart face scraped to nothing but muscles. His jaw painfully dislocated and his ears, bitten off. His eyes; sorrowful and grim. And his face unreadable and gloomy. He was injured to his left side and his wounded body didn't allow him to do anything besides mumble a few words.
'Kry..?
'Yes it is me.' I tearfully licked his wounds, lying beside his body.
'Did we win?'
'No father, we lost.' I muttered gently. He exhaled painfully, moving his front paw slowly through the ground.
'We need a new leader...'
'Father...'
'Krystal, promise me that you will do what I ask. You will become the leader of the pack.'
I cried again as he painfully tried to deliver his message.
'I promise.' I quickly muttered.
My last words finished him. He sighed gently before laying his wise head onto the ground. And then that was it.
*****
I don't know what had got into me after that. I lost my mind, I ran like a mental, screaming. The few members of the pack who still survived still wanted me to become leader. They angrily persisted that I take my rightful role. But I didn't deserve this position in the first place. They accused me, some pleaded while others tried to physically make me do it. A few said that it was my fault while others accused me of betrayal.
Nevertheless nothing could change my mind about being leader, not even my promise to my father. I wanted to get away from them all, I didn't want to face reality.
No one was there to protect me. No one was there to shelter me away from them. They use to be my friends, they use to be those who I use to spend most of the time with. Even Tears, even my best friend said nothing to shield me away from their hurtful statements. I felt alone in this world. I felt I needed death. I wanted it badly.
Suddenly nothing mattered to me anymore. I ran away from the surviving group. I escaped my future. I fled, zooming like lighting. My thoughts clashed like thunder inside my head. And then I saw that cliff.
This was my chance, this was my only chance.
I ran forward, my conscience screaming inside me. I ran, looking ahead; not daring to stop. I ran like if blades were aimed at me. I ran like never before.
And then that cliff-hanger. I jumped off painfully. Down, down, down. Then nothing but darkness...
*****
I was left broken-hearted. I never died though I did try to commit suicide. Instead my inner feelings were drawn onto my grey coat. You may see that heart pounding away on my chest, well that was the heart that was once happy and rejoiceful. My markings are a curse. No one talks to me, no one understands me. I am a disappointing tale that is told to future generations.
But life is not over yet. My father's promise gave me the chance to re-live again. Once I fulfill it, once I take my rightful position in society, then; maybe my curse will wear off.
Permission: Can't find the donor's username. Dx
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
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