by soilatte » Wed Jun 01, 2011 3:38 pm
Which pup do you want?: The magnificent Stormy Skies pup (#3)
What would you name it?: Faith, I feel that it some how fits her. That mood that always waits peacefully and patiently.
What would its gender be?: Female
Why do you want it?: The first time I looked at this pup, I fell in lover. The way she has been colored and marked, it just stuns me. Like how the only thing white about her is her ear. And how her wings are wonderfully patterned. A true masterpiece! Plus, I could see it now, her whole story unfolding right before my eyes. It is a rare thing, to find anything like that.
History/background/other:
Faith was born on the stormiest of nights, the thunder raging around their small hideout. It was between the roots of a young oka tree, which gave little shelter. Her mother was barely alive, the birth going all wrong. Moments later, she took her last breath, her eyes closed. Faith had nothing, but her mother's cold, wet body. The pup's tint wings wrapped around her, like hpthe newborn butterfly. That night she kept curled up beside her mother throughout the night.
The next morning, the new sun brightly shone on them. Faith wasn't doing to well, no food. It was just her luck that a young family of four wolves were searching for food when they found Faith. The mother took in the young pup, and raised her as if she was her own. Faith never knew the difference, for the memories were too long ago.
About six months later, the family was traveling to find a new place to go. Danger lurked through their own home, forcing them away. Faith's brothers, Jarid and Reith were wrestling. She walked beside her sister Maradith, trailing their mother. "Come on you two," her mother cooed. Then she stopped abrubtedly.
There before them was a road, a human road. They had reached the end of the forspest. But it wasn't that part that was so bad, it was the men there. Four men stood, coming from the flea market. They searched for dogs with such unique marking. It was a jackpot to find a wolf with wings! "Scatter!" her mother cried, but it was too late. They had already grabbed Faith and thrown her into the trunk. She whined, trying to get out. But she was trapped.
A few hours later, they arrived at the flea market. The man who picked Faith up had rough, hard hands, that picked her up like she was a worthless wrapper. She dangled there, until they arrived to the place. She was dropped into a cage. It wasn't just any sale. It was an auction. Many selfish people tried to bid her. Many just for their own pride. But an old man won, who looked gentle and kind. He stepped up, paying the money, and picking up her cage. Faith was hundred in the back, until they got to the car. There, the man opened the cage, setting her in the front seat of the small smart car.
When they got home, the man set her in a basket with a big ribbon on it. He took her to his wife, a very old woman who sat on the couch. She gasped with surprise and happiness, hugging Faith. Maybe this would be alright, maybe this would be her home that she could live in. Be stroked softly, by the fireplace. Comfort when they were sad. Stay by their side when they were mad. This was her place.
What do you plan on doing with it?: Write more stories about her, put her in a character thread, draw her (On and off computer), admire her.

Hello, I'm Sawyer.
Looking for 1x1 semi-lit/lit role-play partners.
I prefer to roleplay on Advanced-Scribes.
Current Plots:
• Werewolf (x human or pack)
• Shifters
• Witches & Wizards
• Superheroes
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