I would like to adopt!Number: 6
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Name: Blight
Species: Plague Hound
Personality: She is a seeker forever wandering, looking for something that was never truly there and will never be there. She has a dark personality partly due to the fact that she has lived a life without happiness for so long that she has forgotten what happiness truly means, Blight only knows the crushing pain of being alone, feared and hated by others. She once had been a happy pup and maybe she would have stayed that way but it was not to be, she is forever a lone wolf who shows no true personality because she has no-one to show it too. Maybe one day she will be able to show happiness again but for now Blight is encased in darkness and pain forever to walk the earth although it seems she is not truly there.
Likes: Blight used to like the sunshine and the company of others, now she likes the darkness so she can hide from the stares of others, she likes the feeling that if she keeps wandering maybe she will get somewhere. In all due fact though Blight never really shows what she likes for there is not much to like in a cursed life.
Dislikes: Others staring at her, humans and their blames, falling trees, her curse and being on an earth where she doesn’t truly belong.
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot)As a pup she played and loved the sunshine until the tragic day struck, Blight was playing with her siblings in a forest when they heard a loud noise. Suddenly curious Blight and her 2 sisters and 3 brothers ran toward the noise, this is when Blight saw her first ever humans. They had big noisy objects and seemed to be making trees fall with a loud crash, Blight slowly crept closer all the while wondering what these humans were dong to the trees. A yelping from her siblings made her turn sharply but she didn’t have the time to move, one of the trees fell to the forest floor crushing Blight underneath it, her oldest brother ran forward and sniffed her nose hoping for her to respond but Blight had taken her last breath.
“Blight you have been chosen” a voice echoed out, Blight picked up her ears but remained silent, “you have been given a second chance but it comes with a curse” came the voice again. Blight looked around but wherever she was it was too dark to see anything, “Um hello who are you” she asked nervously “That you don’t need to know, you are going back to the land of the living but with your curse that shall haunt you forever.” With those final words Blight awoke, she was still under the tree but it wasn’t crushing her, as she climbed out from underneath her wooden prison she saw herself. In horror she realised she had patches of bare skin covered in buboes, Blight let out a howl of sadness and despair and with that final cry she ran into the pitch black night.
3 years later,
Running, the wind rushing past her fur, she ran from the troubles she caused. Originally she didn’t believe the humans she thought it was rumours, lies they made up to explain things they couldn’t explain. They said that she was the cause of the plague, that those who sighted her would be cursed with the deathly disease, she knew this to be untrue but as more word spread of her causing the plague she started to believe it herself to the point where she tried to stay away from humans in fear of passing the plague to them. Truly it wasn’t her spreading the plague it was the fleas from the rats but the humans hadn’t worked it out yet so how was Blight supposed to know.
Wandering the wilderness Blight lives, a sole wolf in a world of many, plagued by her curse set upon her. Wolves that pass her shy away in fear, fear of one who is the same yet different, in fear of one who should be dead yet isn’t, in fear of Blight. So Blight wanders sometimes seeking something that is never going to be there, sometimes wandering with no path and no idea of where she wants to go and sometimes, hearing the cry of another wolf on the wind she runs only to find to trace that another being was ever there.
So Blight wanders forever cursed sometimes wondering if her curse wasn’t the plague, maybe the curse was really being brought back here, to look different and never be accepted, maybe, she wonders, her curse was to be alive.
(Here is my epic form of failness, others did way better with their idea's for this one)