by ethium » Wed Mar 28, 2018 2:37 am
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JUST BECAUSE MY PATH IS DIFFERENT DOESN'T MEAN I AM LOST
name: atlas
pronounced: ah-tuh-l-es
gender: male
age: 6 years
rank: loner
pack: none; loner
sexuality: heterosexual; open but currently has no love interest
scent: water; from his obsession to swimming, fabric; from his scavenged cloth bed, wood; from the shed he lives in
fur: the typical style of a dalmatian, the short white pelt with black spots. He has no unique traits that would distinguish him from another dalmatian.
eyes: dark brown with lighter brown towards the center
build: tall and lean pulling himself up to full height he towers over most dogs. He has a short tail and most of the time, perked ears. Long legs and large paws. Medium length muzzle and a rather long torso and neck.
hopes: to prove himself to other dogs
favorites: swimming, water, running, grass and autumn
dislikes: winter, humidity, stubbornness and ignorance
personality: a headstrong dog with a softer spot for kindness though he isn't humble in any way, shape or form. He value's himself higher and believes if he proves himself he will get his way. He can be bossy and high strung occasionally but really that's all depending on his mood. His heart is filled with jealousy over the owned dogs who didn't get kicked out of their homes, of their comfy, lavish lives that they live.
Atlas used to have an owner, as a puppy he lived with that owner and he loved that owner very much from the moment he laid his eyes on him. The boy and his two parents. They were a happy family and lived with each other for a long time. Atlas never noticed however when he messed up the carpet or knocked something over with his large body. He never noticed when the parents held him still as he barked and whined for the kid to come back from school. He never noticed when he accidentally snapped at the doctors as they tried to give him his shots and he never noticed the parent's clear dislike for him. His focus was always on the child. The boy, his boy. He loved his boy and he was sure his boy loved him. It was a foggy afternoon when the parents put him into the car. The car was fun, and usually meant the park or the vet. This time however, it was different, the boy was crying, sobbing and yelling no! no! no! over and over again. As the parents tried to hush the child the father got into the drivers seat and placed a hand on Atlas's head, he smiled softly and drove off. He was soon distrusted to a place he had heard of in whispers from the dogs at the dog park. The shelter. They said it was a place for dogs to go if they made too many mistakes or bad choices. They said dogs who went there usually didn't come out. He escaped however, he was determined to get out of his new metal cell and when they released him to walk him as usual he bolted. Never would he see that place again and nor would he see humans in the same way again.
parents:
riviera; female dalmatian
storm; male dalmatian
siblings:
none
mate: none
pups: none
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ethium on Wed Mar 28, 2018 9:42 am, edited 3 times in total.
