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name : Pim
nickname : Pim is encouraged,
but otherwise go crazy
gender : male
age : four years
rank : Scout
breed : aidi
birth-date : march 6th
eye color : burnt ocher
fur : An overlay of peppered black mixed with a cinnamon coat
and white paws.
little things : tbe
+ features : clever, loyal to a fault, protective of his pack and close ones, respectful, proper, amiable
- features : tenacious/dogged, impulsive, occasionally fights without tactic, finicky, humble, vague, oblivious
relations: none(cbe)
relations(puppy love): n/a(cbe)
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Background Insight:
Pim started off life with a happy beginning, having left his brothers and sisters, as well as his mother, early on, only to be taken in by a very sweet human girl. She was an adult, but more than loving, and Pim had lived with her peacefully happy for nearly two years. With constant exercise and peaceful hikes, he couldn’t be happier, it was some new emotion that could only be exerted by these moments, at the time. On one fateful afternoon, the sun high and scorching(probably not the perfect time to go hiking), Pim’s owner had slowed down abruptly while they were on the scenic route, halfway up one of the steeper hills.
He’d been confused, while his owner seemed a bit disoriented, and eventually they continued their walk. After a short while, again, they stopped. Pim could hear distant leaves crunching, somewhere deeper in the woods, and although his ears were perked, he’d neglected the commotion. This was a mistake. His human began to walk once more, although this time more briskly, and began to lead the both of them off trail, and deeper into the woods, among unfamiliar territory.
It happened in an instant, not too blurred from Pim’s memory, that his human was attacked. He’d stayed by her side loyally up until that point, where he distanced himself from them, her body limp on the ground as a mountain lion appeared, having thrown itself not too far from where it’d jumped for the attack. The large cat returned to it’s prey, but not before eyeing Pim with a terrifying curiosity, deadly intent marked on it’s now stained muzzle.
Instant fear. Paralyzing fear, that urged him to run the hell out of there, but also not to move, not to leave such a beloved friend behind. Two conflicting instincts, and one reigned over the other.
Not too far out of reach from memory, Pim could recollect a blur of him running, tumbling down a steep hill, clumsily avoiding pine sprouts and large trunks, until he’d flung himself down a small drop, and slid past a rock deposit to take shelter beneath a large boulder, jutting out from the water bed’s edge.
Pim had stayed there for hours, until the moon hung low above him, then sunk, and the sun hung high once more. He could remember distinctly close growling, then it would become distant, but lasted for the duration of the night. It petrified him, and certainly would not allow him to sleep. So, later into the next day, he’d dared to step out and inspect the area. He was depressed, from what he can recount, and that seemed to put a strain on his will to actually continue on. He’d lost the path, he was a ways down from the actual way back to the hike path, but he’d only ventured deeper into the dense terrain.
He’d stayed like this for a long while, utterly ashamed and lonely, having the weighted feeling of betrayal, his own betrayal, heaving heavily at the back of his mind. Three days in total passed, three days of continuous walking, only leading himself further into the seemingly endless forest for an awfully long time.
One night, deciding to rest after trekking for so long on a painfully empty stomach and a light head. Pim lies down and looks up in utter awe, finding that he’s found a perfect angle for the trees to part and show off the moon. The trees' leaves reflected the moon's light, and everything seemed to be coasted in a beautiful arrangement of blue and white hues, Pim was drenched in it’s glow, and was caught in awe by the spectacle of oddly bent trees. Striped trees, how lumpy and groovy they were, each one unique, and how full and bright the moon was, a full moon, mind foggy in how glorious this moment seemed. For a split second, he could feel the bursting in his chest, that rare moment of complete peace that he had once shared on his happiest of days. Something he hadn't felt in so long.
Suddenly, as if by an abrupt disruption in his filling emotions, his ears perk and his fur stands on end to a sudden rustle of leaves beside him. He turned his head, cautiously, only to find a canine, much larger than himself. He isn't quite sure what they truly are, hidden in the shadows of the moon, just that they have a long snout and a bristling tail, he doesn’t stay to find out what they were, and he sped out of there, hoping to avert them through the thick hoards of bushes.
panicked and positive that they were hot on his tail(if the heavy panting and second set of foot falls behind him were any clues) he'd met a steep hill of sorts, leading to a separating waterfall. Pim had backed up in the hopes of being able to jump the drop, then bolted forward and instead landed in the icy waters, crossing the borders just in time. From then on, he’d found sanctuary and safety on the other side. But this does not mean that his curiosity has faded on what others coexist on the other side. Along with the hopes of ever seeing such a beautiful arrangement of nature once more, something he's been unable to find on their side of the forest in all the time that he's been there.
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